Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_
Cheng Weiwan couldn’t help but secretly praise her father’s eloquence. The host himself couldn’t stop complimenting her father.
Mid-interview, the host suddenly asked Cheng Weiguo an off-topic question. “Mr. Cheng, when we spoke earlier backstage, you mentioned you’ll be going to Beijing to give a lecture next week?”
“Yes, I expect it will be held next week at Beijing University. It will be on Wednesday at two in the afternoon…”
Beijing… Beijing University…
Upon hearing those words, Cheng Weiwan’s eyes couldn’t help but light up.
Her father was coming to Beijing on business… Did this mean she would finally be able to see the father she hadn’t seen for several years now?
With that thought, Cheng Weiwan pulled her phone out and gave Cheng Weiguo a call.
Just like the day of her birthday, nobody picked up, so she sent a text instead. “Dad, I saw in a television interview that you’re coming to Beijing next week. Which hotel will you be staying at and when do have time for me to see you?”
…
Han Zhifan had a business dinner and he drank a little too much.
After it was over, he and Lin Na sat in the car as she glued herself to his body, sending him endless hints.
He knew Lin Na wanted to go back home with him, but he pretended not to understand as he gave the driver Lin Na’s address.
Lin Na pouted in dissatisfaction as she pulled a tantrum all the way there. In the end, she saw that it was no use and she pushed the car door open in frustration. Without even saying goodbye, she stomped away in her high heels.
The driver didn’t ask him where he wanted to go. Just like the past few days, he drove Han Zhifan in the direction of the office.
Han Zhifan drank quite a lot of alcohol, so he was a little thirsty. He opened the lid of a water bottle and drank half of it then rolled down the window as the night wind blew in.
He stared out at the endlessly retreating night out the window. He vaguely remembered when he bumped into Cheng Weiwan while picking up the file at home that afternoon.
He knew she saw Lin Na.
When he passed the baby’s room, he specifically glanced at her face a few times. She wore a very blank expression on her face and didn’t show any change in her emotions.
Her current state was much worse in comparison to when he wanted to break up with her two years ago, judging by how she stared right at him in tears.
But Han Zhifan didn’t know what was with him. The picture of her emotionless face stayed on his mind all night.
The more he hesitated, the heavier his heart felt.
Did that emotionless expression of hers mean she doesn’t care what I do with other women?
With that thought, Han Zhifan couldn’t help but raise his hand and pull hard on his tie.
In the car, they were about to reach the office. Han Zhifan’s chest felt heavy and he wanted to unburden himself. “Did I tell you to go to the office? When was it ever up to you to take matters in your own hands? Go back home!” he exclaimed in a disgusted tone of voice.
The driver was so frightened that he slammed on the brakes. He didn’t even dare to reply to Han Zhifan as he hurriedly turned the car around at the road ahead and drove to the villa.
Drunken Han Zhifan didn’t let the driver support him as he staggered and swayed into the house. He removed his shoes and walked upstairs.
He pushed the door open, but before he stepped inside, he first heard the words: “Cheng Weiguo.”
The alcohol made him a little sluggish as he froze for two seconds. He first glanced at Cheng Weiwan, who was sitting on the bed, watching TV. Then his gaze turned towards the television on the wall.
