Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_
The office fell silent once again.
Lin Sheng knew that even if he didn’t finish speaking, Han Zhifan knew what he meant.
He stared at Han Zhifan for a moment then let out a sigh and changed the subject. “…What are you going to do next?”
Han Zhifan kept the same attitude as before and didn’t utter a word.
Lin Sheng continued to say, “I feel pretty horrible right now. Even though I’m part of a triad and I’m not considered a good person, I still feel it’s wrong to bully a weak woman like this…”
“In the past, I could use Lili’s death to justify it, but now… Say… What the hell is this… After everything that happened, it was all a freaking mistake…”
“Tell me, what’s the difference between Cheng Weiguo did and what we’ve done?”
“I f*cking…”
Lin Sheng wanted to say “f*cking want to slap myself in the face a few times,” but he never managed to finish that sentence. “If there’s nothing else, you can leave now,” said Han Zhifan abruptly after being silent all this time.
“Huh?” Lin Sheng was stunned at Han Zhifan for kicking him out all of a sudden.
“I said, you can leave now.” Han Zhifan repeated what he just said.
He noticed that Lin Sheng wasn’t moving and he continued: “Would it be okay if you left first?”
This time, Han Zhifan’s voice trembled softly. Although Lin Sheng wanted to ask Han Zhifan why he asked him to leave, his question suddenly died in his mouth.
He wasn’t stupid. He could tell this meant Han Zhifan couldn’t control his state of mind.
He and Cheng Weiwan weren’t close. After he found out about Cheng Weiwan and Cheng Weiguo’s relationship, he felt terrible deep down. Han Zhifan liked that woman, and now that he’d realized what he did was merely his self-righteous idea of revenge, it must be hard to take in…
Before everything began, he was afraid Han Zhifan would regret his actions. Now, look what happened…
As a friend, Lin Sheng was a little worried that Han Zhifan wouldn’t be able to take this kind of hit. He couldn’t help but ask, “Are you alright on your own?”
Lin Sheng paused for a moment then said, “Do you want me to get some drinks with you?”
Han Zhifan shook his head in silence. All he did was reach out and point to the office door.
Lin Sheng knew Han Zhifan wanted him to leave.
He didn’t continue to linger there. He got up and walked out the door.
Before he pulled the door open, Lin Sheng was still worried. He turned around, looked over at Han Zhifan and said, “What’s done is done. Don’t be too sad.”
Han Zhifan ignored Lin Sheng, or rather, Han Zhifan seemed to not have heard him as he motionlessly stared transfixed at his desk.
Lin Sheng moved his lips, wanting to persuade him some more, but he thought anything he said would pale in comparison to how Han Zhifan felt. In the end, Lin Sheng let out another sigh, pulled open the door, and walked out.
Han Zhifan was the only person left in the office. He sat in the chair like a statue without moving an inch.
The room was very quiet – so quiet that Han Zhifan could hear the sound of his own heart racing.
He didn’t know just how long he held the same seated position. All he knew was that the bright sun outside the window had turned red and had started to set by the time his ears rang with Lin Sheng’s words from that afternoon.
“Cheng Weiwan’s mother started to leave her at home alone from a very young age.”
