Huo Ting said deeply: “I mentioned you to Uncle Han on the phone yesterday.”
Nodding tenderly, she smiled at Han Yuan: “Hello, Uncle Han, I am Wen Yingying’s daughter, and my name is Wenqing.”
Han Yuan sized her up and said after a long time, “You really look like your mother, but you are more beautiful than your mother.”
Hearing this, Wen Qing was a little surprised: “Uncle Han, do you know my mother?”
Han Yuan couldn’t help laughing: “Of course, did your mother never mention us to you?”
She shook her head tenderly.
“Then she is a little dishonest. How has she been doing these years, is she okay?”
With tender eyes, there is a trace of bitterness in the eyes: “my mother… has been dead for many years.”
Han Yuan was a little surprised: “Why?”
Warmth pulled out a bitter smile: “depression, suicide.”
Looking at the warmth, Han Yuan couldn’t help sighing: “depression It’s true that good people don’t live long.”
Huo Ting hugged her tender hand deeply and rubbed her shoulder.
Knowing that he was comforting herself, she gave him a smile immediately.
Huo Ting said deeply: “Uncle Han, let’s stop talking here and go upstairs. We may have a longer chat today. I’m in the room and have tea prepared.”
“good.”
The three of them went upstairs together, and after entering the room, they all sat down on the sofa outside.
Huo tingshen poured a cup of tea for Han Yuan himself.
After Han Yuan took the tea, he said to Huo tingshen: “tingshen, you said on the phone yesterday that you wanted to ask me something, wouldn’t it be about your second uncle and Wen Yingying?”
Huo Ting looked at each other deeply and tenderly, nodded: “it’s theirs.”
Han Yuan said helplessly: “I may not be able to tell you too much about this matter.”
“Why?”
“You also know that your second uncle has a personality. Back then, he didn’t want to cause trouble to others, so he told us not to mention him to anyone. Now that he is gone, it’s meaningless to discuss the past. I don’t want to go against his words, so I think…”
“Uncle Han,” Huo tingshen interrupted Han Yuan: “you may not know that Bai Yu is still alive.”
Han Yuan was surprised: “How is it possible? There was news back then. Didn’t she die?”
“No, she cheated her death to avoid legal punishment. She lived in hiding for twenty years, and I only recently found out. She killed my second uncle, and Bai Chengtai and his wife now blamed the past on my mother-in-law. They said that the past mistakes were caused by my second uncle and my mother-in-law, and let people who are no longer alive take the blame for them. Why should they. Uncle Han, if my second uncle was still alive, he would not be willing to let his reputation be damaged like this of.”
Han Yuan also said angrily: “This group of Bai family members are simply shameless.”
He looked at Huo tingshen: “I have paid little attention to domestic news these years. Are the Bai family still so arrogant now?”
“The Bai family closed down. I did it. The Bai family has been bullying my mother-in-law and Wen Qing. My mother-in-law was also forced by the Bai family to suffer from depression before committing suicide. These years, Bai Chengtai has no father-daughter affection for Wen Qing. Her daughter has been bullying Wen Qing. All these make me feel that as a husband, I can’t tolerate it anymore.”
Han Yuan looked at Wen Qing: “son, you have suffered all these years.”
He reached out and held Huo tingshen’s hand tenderly: “the previous sufferings are over. Fortunately, now that I have met him, I feel very happy.”