Chapter 56: Was I Wrong

The three of them slept like logs in that rundown house, completely unaware that the Han and Gu families had already turned the world upside down.

Han Changyong pointed at Han Xuan in fury and demanded, "Tell me the truth—did you do this or not?"

Han Xuan curled his lip. "Why would I hit him? I'm not stupid."

"I think you're damned stupid!"

Han Changyong was shaking with rage. "The police have already reviewed all the surveillance footage. It won't take them more than a couple of days to trace where that van ended up."

But Han Xuan wasn't scared at all. He stretched lazily and sank into the sofa. "Dad, you'd better worry about the company. It's leaderless right now."

The company's bank accounts had just been unfrozen, and morale was already shaky.

He ought to think about how to keep the employees in line first.

Han Changyong’s vision went dark. "You did this just to take over the company? He’s your brother, after all."

Han Xuan let out a scornful laugh. "Who was it that told me when I was a kid that I was the only son? I don't have a brother."

"You!"

Han Changyong choked on his words. "Aren't you afraid they'll trace it back to you? You'll go to prison!"

Han Xuan sat on the sofa, laughing without restraint. "Don't worry, Dad. They won't find anything."

He wasn't the least bit afraid of Han Changyong knowing the truth. He just hated Han Mo's guts.

He'd hated him for a long time. His only regret was that he hadn't hit him sooner.

A flood of emotions surged in Han Changyong's heart. Though he didn't like Han Mo, the boy was still his son.

When he was born, he'd felt genuine joy.

But...

Never mind. He sighed helplessly. "Do you know there was no body at the scene? He's not dead yet. Aren't you afraid—"

Han Xuan stared coldly at Han Changyong. "Dad, he's dead."

It was his own fault for not being thorough enough to confirm Han Mo's death.

But that didn't mean Han Mo would ever get a chance to turn things around.

In a few days, once the accident was officially closed, he'd go file for Han Mo's death certificate.

By then, whether he was alive or dead, Han Mo would be dead.

The company would be his, and his alone.

He fixed his gaze on Han Changyong. "Dad, let me take over the company. I'll do a good job."

Han Changyong ignored him. "What can you possibly do? Last time I handed the company over to you, you nearly ruined it."

He picked up his phone to make a call, but Han Xuan lunged at him from behind and shoved him down the stairs!

"Han Xuan!"

The cry of shock faded into the air. Han Changyong hit the ground with a heavy thud.

After a long pause, Han Xuan strolled downstairs, crouched beside Han Changyong, and said softly, "Don't worry, Dad. You won't die. I'll make sure the hospital takes good care of you."

Han Changyong was ill, so the story went—overcome with grief from his eldest son's car accident, he had fallen into a coma and wouldn't wake up.

Luckily, the Han family had money. Han Xuan arranged a quiet sanatorium for his father and assigned a dedicated caregiver to look after him.

Surely, he'd get better soon.

Meanwhile, the Gu family was in an uproar. Gu Jinghan was throwing a fit at home: "Dad! Can't you take this seriously? Huanhuan has gone missing!"

Gu Chengye rubbed his aching head. "I've already contacted everyone I can, and I've put up a reward. What more do you want me to do?"

Gu Jinghan was furious. "You only offered two hundred thousand—nobody's going to take that seriously! Raise it. Raise it to a million! No—two million!"

Gu Chengye glared at him in exasperation. "Nothing's been decided yet. We don't even know what happened to Huanhuan. What's the rush?"

"How can I not be in a rush?"

Gu Jinghan was fuming, stomping his feet: "Is she even your daughter or not?! She's been missing for two days! If someone had killed her, she'd be stinking by now!"

At the thought, his eyes turned red: "She's already suffered so much before, and since coming back, she hasn't had a single good day. That fake Gu Chacha has been going after her like crazy..."

"Jinghan!"

Gu Chengye called him sharply, his voice full of warning.

He wouldn't allow him to speak of Gu Chacha like that, wouldn't allow him to dig up the family's unsightly truths.

He, Gu Chengye, had struggled half a lifetime without cheating or visiting prostitutes.

He had three children, all well-behaved and obedient.

His life was perfect.

His family was equally perfect.

His face darkened, and he shot Gu Jinghan a warning glare: "Don't drag Chacha into this nonsense. Remember, she's your sister too."

Gu Jinghan completely lost it: "Sister my ass! She's not! He Huanhuan is my sister!"

"No—He Huanhuan isn't my sister. You don't even treat her like a daughter. You know she gets carsick, but she's been back this long, and you still haven't bought a BYD. You haven't given her any spending money either. You just don't care about her at all!"

He demanded angrily, "If you weren't planning to raise her properly, why did you bring her back in the first place?! Are you crazy?!"

"Slap!"

A heavy palm struck his face. Gu Chengye's face was black enough to drip ink: "Stop this nonsense!"

Gu Jinghan turned and walked away—screw his dad!

He'd find her himself!

Once he found her, he wasn't bringing her back. He'd let Huanhuan stay at his hotel!

His dad didn't want this daughter anyway—fine, his dad wouldn't have her, but he would!

He'd be Huanhuan's dad!

He'd definitely raise her well!

Great plan in theory, but bro, did you ask He Huanhuan?

It didn't matter. He stormed off to the garage, ran to the very back, and got into his newly bought BYD.

He'd bought the car a while ago but never found a chance to take He Huanhuan out.

Either he was busy, or Han Mo had already picked her up.

He sat in the car, feeling pitiful: "I only just got a sister..."

Ever since he was little, he'd never gotten along with Gu Chacha—the moment he saw her, he disliked her.

He'd always thought he just wasn't a good brother, which was why he didn't like this sister.

He never guessed that Gu Chacha wasn't even his real sister!

The first time he saw He Huanhuan, he liked her instantly.

She looked so much like him—one look and you could tell they were real siblings.

She had such a good personality too, not getting angry even when she was targeted.

When their parents made her stay in the guest room, she was happy about how nice it was.

So silly.

His sister was so silly.

He wiped his eyes fiercely: "Fine, I'll find her myself!"

The car sped out of the house like lightning, racing through the entire city, searching inch by inch...

Gu Chengye watched Gu Jinghan leave and couldn't help asking, "Yulan, was I wrong?"

Had he really not cared enough about Huanhuan?

He'd put out a reward, asked several acquaintances in positions of authority to put pressure on their people, and made sure they'd find her.

Wasn't that enough?

Jiang Yulan said nothing. She didn't know if Old Gu was wrong, and she didn't know if she herself was wrong.

All she knew was that when Huanhuan first came back, she had wanted to make it up to her.

But He Huanhuan was like a wild weed—she adapted to life in the house so quickly, without any awkwardness.

And so, those feelings of guilt and the urge to make amends quietly faded away.

Were they wrong?

Probably not.

She shook her head firmly. "Old Gu, you're not in the wrong. Jinghan just has too fiery a temper. I'll talk to him about it later."

"Mm."