Han Jiangxue returned home, took off her makeup, took a nice bath, and prepared to go to bed.
As the birthday boy today, Mr. Han has the right to sleep on the bed, and Brother Zhang has no objection.
Ding dong.
Just as I was lying on the bed, Mr. Han's cell phone rang.
It was a text message from an unknown number.
"Xue Bao, I heard that you cuckolded a man named Zhang? How did that idiot react?"
After reading the text message, Mr. Han replied "Go away" and immediately blacklisted him.
Ding dong.
Another text message came from another number.
"Xue Bao, don't worry. If that idiot shows any dissatisfaction or coldly bullies you, divorce him immediately. Dad will support you."
Mr. Han was furious and called directly: "Han, are you sick?"
"That's right, dad is terminally ill and will not die soon. The doctor said that dad will die in three months at most. Xuebao, please be nice to me..."
On the other side of the phone, a nice uncle's voice sounded.
However, the more Han Jiangxue listened, the more disgusted she became, and she cursed: "Hurry up and die! When you die, I will definitely give you a few blows!"
After that, hang up the phone and block him.
"Who should I curse to death?"
After taking a shower, Brother Zhang, wearing pants and shirtless, walked into the house.
He was wiping his head with a towel and flexing his chest and abdominal muscles.
Mr. Han stared at the grooves in his abdominal muscles for a moment. They were shallower and narrower. Brother Zhang had lacked exercise recently.
"Who else could it be besides that old guy?"
Mr. Han curled his lips and pretended to look at his cell phone, but in fact he kept peeking at Brother Zhang's good figure.
If Brother Zhang continues to degenerate like this, he won't look good for a few days.
"Should I say it or not, that old guy really deserves a blowjob and his mouth is really mean." Zhang Ruoyu sat down on the floor and continued wiping his hair.
Han Jiangxue curled her lips, hesitated, and said, "He said he is terminally ill and will die soon."
Zhang Ruoyu heard this and said seriously: "Then you should be nicer to him."
"He loves him to death." Han Jiangxue was very resistant, as if she had an inextricable knot with Han Laomo.
"What I mean is that he not only has you as a daughter, but also a son. He is really going to be pissed. With all his assets, he has to find someone to inherit him." Zhang Ruoyu leaned against the window and lit a pipe, preparing for a rainy day.
"You have to fight for it."
Han Jiangxue pouted and said, "I don't care about his dirty money!"
"I'm curious!"
Brother Zhang exhaled thick smoke and said in a deep voice: "I have been poor since I was a child. When I became a soldier, I ate a big pot of rice every day and slept on a hard bed. I am afraid of being poor!"
"Mr. Han, I hope you won't be too selfish and think about it for me!"
Han Jiangxue glanced at Zhang Ruoyu and knew that this bastard was talking nonsense again.
He said he was afraid of poverty and wanted money. But more than once, I secretly stuffed cards and checks into his bag. He either tore it up or flushed it down the toilet, and he never wanted to spend it.
After all, he just wanted to ease the relationship between himself and the old guy.
"Brother Zhang, I know your good intentions." Han Jiangxue said firmly. "But the grudge between me and him cannot be explained in a sentence or two, so please don't worry about it."
"You are overthinking." Zhang Ruoyu flicked the ashes from his cigarette and said calmly, "What good intentions can I have? I just want to get some inheritance as the son-in-law of the Han family."
Han Jiangxue glared at Brother Zhang, feeling a little annoyed.
I covered my head with the quilt and wanted to sleep, but I couldn't sleep.
Although he hates that old bastard, he has an insoluble grudge with him.
But he was really suffering from a terminal illness and died suddenly.
Han Jiangxue will not be happy either.
After all, it was his father who doted on her since she was a child, pampered her, and regarded her as the apple of his eye.
In addition to refusing to tell her her mother's life, death, identity, and why she has been without a mother since she was a child.
The old man was so kind to her that there was nothing he could say.
Ten years ago, eighteen-year-old Han Jiangxue took the initiative to talk to the old man about her mother.
She thought she had grown up and become an adult.
The old guy should no longer avoid talking and tell himself the whole truth.
But when she asked her mother what kind of person she was and whether she was still alive.
The old guy actually asked directly: What kind of mother do you imagine? Virtuous? Gentle? Loving? Or domineering?
As long as you want, I will take it home for you tonight.
If one isn't enough, dad, please feel sorry for yourself and bring ten mothers home for you!
Han Jiangxue was so furious that she turned against him on the spot, drove this shameless bastard out of the house, and threatened that from now on the Han family would be without him!
The old guy was really brave and moved out of Han's house overnight and left Binhai.
In the past ten years, he has never even returned to the Han family, nor has he hung out in front of Han Jiangxue.
At that time, Mr. Han was young and energetic and didn't care.
But on her first birthday in college, when she was walking alone on the campus playground to relieve her boredom, she also imagined that the old guy would suddenly fall from the sky like he did on his previous eighteen birthdays, giving herself a big surprise and shocking the whole school.
Regardless of whether it was flying a helicopter hovering in the sky over the playground or setting off fireworks all over the city, the fireworks eventually converged into the words "Happy Birthday to my beloved daughter Han Jiangxue".
Or they might create a grand ostentation and treat all the teachers and students of the school to eat king crab or a Manchu banquet.
These crazy operations are very much in line with the old guy's style.
But that night, Han Jiangxue wandered alone in the playground until midnight, and the old bastard didn't even come down to earth, and he didn't even send a blessing message.
She spent her first birthday alone after turning eighteen.
That night, she began to learn to protect herself and no longer rely on anyone.
Even the old bastard who has pampered her since childhood can't count on her.
Who else could she count on?
Taking a deep breath, Han Jiangxue, who was hiding under the quilt, picked up a number and sent a text message.
