Chapter 92: He Has Some Regrets

Han Yangting said, "I plan to go back tomorrow."

Ye Caiyue said, "It is time to go back. You two are newlyweds; having been separated for over a month, what couple could stand that?"

Han Dongbei listened, completely bewildered. Regardless of whether Ye Caiyue was implying something else, he hurriedly asked, "What newlyweds? Yangting is married?"

Ye Caiyue glanced at him. "Yangting married a girl from Fengcheng. Did you not know?"

"None of you notified me!"

"Sorry, forgot to notify you," Ye Caiyue replied airily.

Han Dongbei grew angry. "Such a big event as my son getting married, and nobody notified me!"

"What would it have mattered if we notified you?" Ye Caiyue asked.

Han Weimin and Han Yangting also looked at him.

"I..." Han Dongbei stammered.

That's right, what would it have mattered if they had notified him?

Ye Caiyue continued, "For so many years, Han Yangting graduated elementary school, went abroad to study, graduated university—which time did we not notify you? Which time did you show any reaction? Did you travel thousands of miles to come back? Or did you provide money?"

"I didn't... isn't the family money there for you all to spend as you please?"

"Sorry, Han Yangting spends his own share, and for so many years, the money he has earned is many times more than the money spent raising him," Ye Caiyue said, then placed a piece of fish into Han Yangting's bowl.

Han Yangting did not participate in their argument; he asked calmly, "Mom, can I have that fish head?"

"Of course," Ye Caiyue said, puzzled. "You never used to eat fish heads before. Why do you like them now?"

"Ruoruo likes eating fish heads, and she often puts the things she likes to eat into my bowl," Han Yangting said.

Ye Caiyue smiled gently. "Since you are thinking of Ruoruo so much, why not fly over to see her tonight?"

Han Yangting said, "That is exactly what I intend to do."

Because Han Dongbei was waiting for his dish, he remained at the table waiting for it even after the other three had finished eating and left.

Although those three had politely told him to take his time eating before leaving the table, he felt that everyone was treating him too coldly regardless.

Thinking about it carefully, it made sense; he had not been home for so many years, so it would be strange if his family treated him warmly.

It was not until the dish he ordered was served and he ate the hot, delicious food that his mood improved just a little.

He did not know if it was because he had experienced a brush with death, but he suddenly felt that he had been very foolish in the past, living such a bitter life in Africa for over twenty years when this home was clearly so comfortable.

Just as he was eating, people from the Number Two Castle came over to visit, and his cousin Han Chunqiu brought his family to see him.

Han Dongbei had no choice but to go out to receive them.

This family from the Second Branch appeared warm on the surface, visiting under the banner of concern and speaking words of care, but every single word clearly expressed the hope that he would die soon.

"I heard that malaria kills quite a few people every year. Once you catch it, there is no escaping it; the mortality rate is 98%. Uncle, you are truly blessed with great fortune. It is a good thing Brother Yangting saved you in time."

"So, Uncle, will you still be going to Africa in the future... ah? You aren't going? Then what about the work over there?"

"Isn't it better to face wild animals every day? Small animals are so cute."

"..."

After some pleasantries, the people from the Second Branch left in disappointment. They clearly did not want him to return; the fewer people in the First Branch, the better.

After the people from the Second Branch dispersed, the living room returned to silence.

Han Dongbei looked at Ye Caiyue and Han Yangting in the living room.

The mother and son had just been helping him deal with the Second Branch; they were polite and composed, clearly tempered by many battles.

In the many years he was absent, he did not know how much the mother and son had shouldered for him. These were things he should have shouldered himself, yet he had walked away, neither divorcing nor taking responsibility.

Han Dongbei felt deep regret.

"Sir, your food has gone cold. Do you need me to heat it up for you?" Uncle Zhang asked as he walked over.

Han Dongbei was in no mood to continue eating; he shook his head and went upstairs to sleep.

Having not returned for so many years, Han Dongbei's room was still the same as it had always been.

When he first got married, he had lived with Ye Caiyue for a period of time, sowing seeds every night. After Ye Caiyue became pregnant, he moved to another room, and later went to Africa.

Now that he had returned, there were servants to prepare hot water for him, he did not need to wash his own clothes, and the mattress cost over three million, even more expensive than the one Wang Xiaofei put in Big S's house.

He suddenly felt melancholy again.

After showering, he lay on the bed wearing silk pajamas, but he could not fall asleep at all, feeling as if his life were a dream.

This was clearly the home he had lived in since he was a child, yet now that he was back, it felt as if it were no longer his home, and he was an intruder in this house.

No, he had to have a good talk with his son; perhaps he could still make some amends.

Han Dongbei shaved off all his beard in his room and then went to find Han Yangting.

Han Yangting's room seemed to be on the third floor; one could take the elevator or the stairs.

He went up the stairs.

Perhaps because of the aftereffects of malaria, he found himself panting after climbing only one flight of stairs.

The Castle was huge, the corridors were long, and there were many rooms; he almost got lost.

It was not until a passing maid told him that Han Yangting's room was the second one at the end of the stairs.

He was just about to walk over, but the maid added, "Young Master has already left for Fengcheng. The plane just took off."

Han Dongbei: "..."

Fengcheng.

Bai Shuruo had already grown accustomed to the schedule of the new company.

The "Dou Dou" New Energy Vehicle Company first had the addition of Ling Feng and Ni Xianglei, and later, Ling Feng brought over a team, saying they were headhunted from other companies with high salaries and had a lot of experience in the new energy sector.

Following that, her older sister invited back several of their father's former subordinates, covering finance, administration, production, and quality management.

They are also discussing the production line; currently, Bai Shunan is considering whether to outsource the manufacturing or invest her own money to bring in a production line.

In short, the company has already begun to look like a company.

However, the exterior design is still primarily handled by Bai Shuruo; she is the only one doing this, and Bai Shunan holds her in high regard, saying she trusts her to do a good job and that if she needs it, they can add more people later.

This has made her afraid to slack off, so every day, besides looking at cars, she just looks at more cars, spending her days immersed in various automotive forums and not leaving work until after 10:00 PM.

This night, it was already nearly 10:30 when she came out of the office.

As she passed the front desk while yawning, she saw Bai Shunan and Ling Feng and the others eating a late-night snack.

She had previously thought that Ling Feng and Ni Xianglei were just playboy rich kids, but she hadn't expected them to work so hard; they had also been working overtime all these days.

"Ruoruo, come over and have something to eat," Bai Shunan called to her from the front desk.

Bai Shuruo shook her head: "I won't eat, I want to go home and sleep."

"Why go home so early? Your husband isn't even at home," Bai Shunan laughed.

"That... I still have to go home," Bai Shuruo blushed whenever she heard such jokes.

"Eat your late-night snack first, and after you're done, I'll have your husband take you back."

"Hu-husband?" Bai Shuruo was puzzled.

Bai Shunan pointed to the front.

Only then did Bai Shuruo see that tall figure on the sofa on the other side; he was sitting bolt upright, looking at her with a smile.