Chapter 49: Just Half a Month
Chen Yu, had he betrayed him?
Or had he simply changed his mind on his own?
He clenched his fists. Chen Yu was his cousin, and from the moment he decided to take revenge for his mother, Chen Yu had always been on his side.
It was hard for him to imagine how he would face Chen Yu if he had indeed betrayed him.
And how would he face his uncle?
He Huanhuan didn’t care about what was going on with Chen Yu; she only cared about one thing:
“So, according to your original plan, after Han Xuan hit you with the car, what were you going to do?”
Han Mo looked up to his left front: “Chen Yu rented an apartment for me. I planned to stay there for half a month, until everything settled down before coming out.”
“What settled down? How would it settle down?”
Even though He Huanhuan didn’t know much about running a company, she knew that involvement in cross-border telecom fraud was a serious crime.
She asked Han Mo, “How were you going to take the company back then?”
“I wasn’t.”
Han Mo forced a smile, a smile uglier than crying: “I never planned to take it back. I’ve already gotten back what belonged to my mother.”
What he wanted was never the company.
Back then, his mother had taken the company public, with a market value of eight hundred million.
He had already taken that money back.
The projects Han Xuan had shut down, the prepaid funds, and the penalties for breach of contract—
He had recovered all of it.
As for the company, and the shares Han Changyong held in his hands, he had never wanted them.
He only wanted the company to go bankrupt quickly. He wanted all of it to disappear from this world.
He Huanhuan looked at him firmly: “So... the fraud involving Han Xuan, and Gu Chacha’s concert—that was also your doing?”
Han Mo nodded lightly: “I just gave them a choice.”
Whether to take it or not was up to them.
Unfortunately, they didn’t hesitate for a second before making their decision.
The consequences of their own choices had nothing to do with him.
He Huanhuan stared at him expressionlessly: “You’re really ruthless.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing to me?”
Han Mo looked down at her: “You had nothing to do with any of this, but I dragged you into it.”
He Huanhuan kicked him angrily: “You know that!”
With that, she turned and walked away. After a few steps, she stomped back furiously: “You’re definitely not going to that apartment. So what are you going to do now?”
Han Mo shrugged indifferently: “Anything works. Half a month isn’t long.”
He needed to let Han Xuan smoothly enter the company and continue collaborating with that person.
By then, there would be no way for him to escape.
If Han Changyong wanted to bail him out, he’d have to shell out at least half his wealth.
That was Han Mo’s goal—to strip Han Changyong back to his original state.
His mother had worked herself to the bone building that fortune. How could she be hurt to the point of depression, fall ill, and die, while Han Changyong enjoyed everything in peace, playing out a father-son love story with Han Xuan in the house his mother had bought?
Every time he saw that scene, he found it ridiculous and disgusting.
He had to drive them out of that house.
That house was bought by his mother for him. It was his house.
“Alright,” He Huanhuan put her phone away, grabbed Han Mo, and pulled him toward the woods. “Come with me.”
Han Mo was surprised: “Where to?”
He Huanhuan replied matter-of-factly: “To find a place to stay! You want to sleep out in the wild?”
She led Han Mo through the wild woods by the roadside. By the time they found the nearest village, it was already very late.
She walked straight to the end of the village and, sure enough, found an old brick house at the very back.
It had four windows, three of which were broken.
It was obvious no one had lived there for years.
She skillfully slipped up to a broken window, reached in, and opened it from the inside.
“Follow me.”
She placed her hands on the wall and vaulted inside with remarkable agility.
Han Mo was stunned: “Is this okay?”
“Shut up and get in.”
“Fine.”
Han Mo carefully climbed in after her, only to find the house thick with dust, impossible to step in without leaving marks.
He couldn’t help frowning: “We’re staying here?”
He’d rather sleep out in the wild, where at least there wouldn’t be this much dust.
“Where else?”
He Huanhuan glanced at the room and nodded with satisfaction.
It’s just a bit dirty—nothing else wrong with it.
It reminded her of the house she used to live in. Felt familiar.
She went to the main room, dug out a dried-out plastic basin, and handed it to Han Mo: “Go back out, find the kitchen, and get some water.”
Han Mo’s face was full of reluctance: “Is there even water here?”
He felt the house was practically a wreck.
He couldn’t help suggesting, “How about we just leave? I think sleeping outside is fine too.”
He Huanhuan rolled her eyes at him: “You don’t think there’s nothing out there in the wild, do you?”
Snakes, ants, bugs, mice—there’s plenty in the wild.
If you sleep out on the ground at night, you might end up with bugs crawling into your ears.
Having a house and not sleeping in it, but choosing a field—your brain must be broken!
“But this place... it’s too rundown...”
Han Mo had never seen such a dilapidated house in his entire life.
He really couldn’t believe a place like this could be lived in.
He Huanhuan glared at him: “Who are you insulting? I used to live in a house like this! And it was perfectly fine!”
These kinds of houses were built by the villagers themselves, with solid materials.
Seeing Han Mo dawdling and unwilling to cooperate, she rolled her eyes at him, turned around, and jumped out the window herself.
In these old village houses, the tap was always in the kitchen.
She felt her way to the tap in the dark, mustered all her strength, and turned it on.
Gurgle, gurgle...
First came the sound of rust being washed away, then a rush of murky yellow water.
“Is... is this water?”
Han Mo had just followed her out and saw the water from the tap—it looked like coffee.
He was utterly shocked: “Is this what tap water looks like in the countryside?”
He Huanhuan patiently explained: “It’s been unused for too long and the pipes have rusted. Once the rust is flushed out, it’ll be fine.”
Han Mo: ... He had a feeling this wasn’t going to be reliable.
The young master had never lived like the poor. A basin full of coffee-colored tap water had shattered his worldview.
He hesitated, walked over to He Huanhuan, and asked, “Do we really have to use this water?”
He Huanhuan looked up at him: “Do you have anywhere else to go?”
Han Mo shook his head silently.
She raised her phone again: “Can I turn my phone on now?”
Han Mo kept shaking his head.
Earlier on the road, he had made her power off her phone.
He said that leaving it on would allow them to be tracked and found.
He Huanhuan tossed the plastic basin to him: “Wait here. Once the water runs clear, wash the basin, then fill it up.”
She was exhausted and wanted to wipe down a bed and get some sleep.
Han Mo stood stiffly by the tap. He didn’t believe clean water would ever come out of it.
But as the water kept flowing, the coffee color faded more and more, until it turned into clear, cold tap water.
He was completely amazed—it really had just been rust.