Godly Stay-Home Dad

When Zhang Han was about to leave, Qiao Luoluo frowned slightly and said, "Didn't you say you'd give me two minutes? Only 20 seconds have passed."

"But I don't want to listen to you now." Zhang Han turned directly.

"Really? You are so indifferent and heartless now." With a faint sneer hanging on her lips, Qiao Luoluo calmly watched Zhang Han walk out.

One step, two steps...

When Zhang Han took the fifth step.

"Ding..."

Zhang Han's mobile phone rang.

Qiao Luoluo's sneer was more obvious. Then she picked up her handbag and was ready to leave.

Hearing the phone, Zhang Han stopped and took out his cell phone to have a look. It was from Zi Yan.

Zhang Han answered the phone and heard Zi Yan's voice before he could speak. This time, he heard her grievance, disappointment, sadness, and weeping voice.

"Where are you?"

"Hmm?"

Zhang Han went blank, sensing Zi Yan's terrible mood.

"Where are you?" Another question with a crying voice came.

"I'm outside. What's wrong with you? I..."

Before Zhang Han finished speaking, Qiao Luoluo walked by him lightly, holding her mobile phone and pretending to send a WeChat message.

"Honey, I'm coming," she said in a coquettish voice.

Then she put down her cell phone and left.

Just as Zhang Han was about to go on, the phone was hung up.

It was very unusual. Zhang Han frowned and looked at the back of Qiao Luoluo coming out of the drink shop. He sensed a hint of conspiracy.

But he was too worried about Zi Yan to think about it. When he was about to call Zi Yan again, he heard the WeChat prompt.

It was a series of text messages from Zi Yan.

"Send me your location!"

"Send me your location!"

"Send me your location!"

……

"What's the matter with you? Shall I call you?" Zhang Han sent a voice message.

But Zi Yan still replied—

"I want your location, send your location now!"

Seeing this, Zhang Han finally sent his location to Zi Yan.

He then sent a message.

"What happened? Shall we call?"

After sending the message, Zhang Han called Zi Yan directly, but...

"Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is powered off. Sorry…"

Zhang Han's heart sank at that emotionless mechanical reply.

He hurried downstairs, got in the panda car, and went straight back to the restaurant.

During this period, he tried to call Zi Yan several times, but her cell phone was never turned on again. At the door of the restaurant, Zhang Han called Zhou Fei first without even getting out of the car. But no matter how he dialed, no one answered.

At this time, Zhang Han had already felt something wrong.

He called Zhao Feng and was finally connected.

However, Zhao Feng told him…

"What did you say?"

Zhang Han's pupils gradually contracted.

……

Half an hour before—

Zi Yan and the other staff were resting in the farmyard at the foot of Mount Maple. They started shooting at six o'clock in the morning and arrived here at two o'clock in the afternoon. After the late lunch, they planned to have a rest and went to the mountain to look around at four o'clock in the afternoon.

There were two rows of clean houses in the farmyard, just like villas in the mountains.

Zi Yan and Zhou Fei shared the bedroom of a house. Zhou Fei was lying on the bed, Zi Yan was sitting in a rocking chair, and some of the others were also resting in the room or in the pavilion in the yard.

With sufficient funds this time, the crew was very generous with the rest of the conditions and the treatment of the staff.

Zi Yan was lying in a rocking chair, reading Weibo on her mobile phone.

Finding that she had more than 20 million followers now, Zi Yan was crooning with joy.

"Ding…"

"Ding…"

All of a sudden, a series of information prompts sounded.

Zi Yan was surprised and clicked open the first message.

A picture was attached below.

This was a picture taken in a romantically themed room of a hotel. The room with its curtains drawn was a little dim, and the pink light was faintly illuminating the scene inside. Qiao Luoluo was leaning on the bed in a disheveled way, and from the reflection of the bed board, Zi Yan saw a man taking this photo with his mobile phone. Although the man's face couldn't be seen clearly, his figure and face shape were very similar to Zhang Han's.

At the bottom of the picture, there was another sentence: "Keep watching if you are brave enough."

"Is she out of her mind?"

Zi Yan felt so angry. Wasn't it just to disgust her?

She clicked on the second message.

It was a picture taken outside of the hotel. In the picture, there was an image of the back of Zhang Han walking in. There was... the panda car.

In the lower-left corner, there was a timestamp: October 2, 14:38:33.

The timestamp did not show the year. This screenshot seemed to be taken from the original photo.

Seeing this picture, Zi Yan frowned.

"He went to this place called Ru Xin Hotel? What did he do?"

She continued to check the following photos.

The following two were pictures of Zhang Han getting out of the car, and the rest were all taken in the hotel room.

14:46:51. In the dark room, Zi Yan saw the front of Zhang Han, who was lowering his head and taking off his clothes.

14:47:32. Some clothes were scattered on the ground.

……

There were more than 10 photos.

Each picture made Zi Yan's face darker, especially the last few, which made Zi Yan feel aggrieved and uncomfortable. Obviously, this series of photos was telling Zi Yan that Zhang Han had gone to have a tryst with Qiao Luoluo.

"These must be fake.

"These must be faked pictures! I don't believe it!

"Zhang Han couldn't have done that."

However, the following was a video message.

The camera was aimed at the bedside, and she could see four feet. It was an ordinary video, but suddenly a deep and urgent voice came out, which made Zi Yan feel sick again.

"Honey, I miss you so much!"

"That voice!

"It's Zhang Han's voice!

"No!

"It's impossible!

"It must be fake!"

The discovery made Zi Yan panic and turn pale. She looked at Zhou Fei, who was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone, and said in a trembling voice, "Fei, Feifei, go, go call the art designer."

"Huh?" Zhou Fei turned around and was surprised by Zi Yan, who was pale. She quickly sat up and asked, "What's wrong with you, sister Yan? Are you not feeling well? Have you been too tired recently?"

"Go call the art designer, please be quick," Zi Yan said in a hurry.

"Ok, ok." Zhou Fei thought there was something urgent and rushed out to call the art designer of the camera crew.

When the art designer walked into the bedroom with a laptop, Zhou Fei was about to follow him but was pushed out by Zi Yan, who was barely smiling and asked her to wait for a while. Then the bedroom door closed.

"Teacher, you... I'll send you three photos, tell me if they are fake."

After receiving the photos, the art designer began dealing with them on her laptop.

Zi Yan gradually held her breath.

"These must be fake!

"They can't be real!

"That woman wants to influence me with such a filthy trick.

"You can't defeat me with these fake things!"

The art designer turned her head and said with a smile, "These photos have not been processed, and they are all real, cut from the original negatives. Usually, you can find the year on the watermark, but the processing level of these photos is not good, and the year is also cut out."

Kaboom!

The designer's words were like a thunderbolt out of a clear sky, and Zi Yan's mind went totally blank.

She didn't even hear the designer's next words.

"It's real, it's real, the picture is real!

"It's impossible!

"I'll call him!"

Zi Yan quickly picked up her mobile phone. She remembered that the art designer had not left yet, but there was no smile on her pale face, for she could not even fake a smile now.

"Thank you, teacher. Go out now and close the door for me, please."

"OK." The art designer looked at Zi Yan and couldn't help saying, "Sister Zi Yan, if you are too tired, you can take a rest."

Then she turned, went out, and closed the door.

"What's the matter? What's up?" Zhou Fei asked in a hurry.

"Nothing serious. Sister Zi Yan asked me to check the authenticity of some photos."

"Oh, what pictures?"

"Maybe at the door and in the hotel. There are only three of them, but I can't remember clearly."

With that, the art designer smiled and then left.

"Photos? That's strange..." Zhou Fei murmured, full of doubt.

Zhao Feng, Leng Yue, and four other people were sitting on the other side of the hall. At this time, they also turned to look at Zhou Fei.

They wondered why she didn't go in when she stood at the door, but they didn't think much about it.

In the bedroom—

With a pale face and red eyes, Zi Yan was murmuring to herself in a sad voice.

"It's all fake. She's lying to me. She's lying to me..."

As she said that, she deleted all the photos.

Then she quickly dialed Zhang Han's number.

While listening to the busy tone, she got very anxious.

Soon after, the phone was connected, and she asked with sadness and tears, "Where are you?"

"Yes, where are you?

"You must be in the restaurant, right?

"Tell me you're in the restaurant!

"Tell me you're in the restaurant!"

However, when she heard the voice say, "Honey, I'm coming," Zi Yan's face turned pale again.

She clicked open WeChat and saw the location information sent by Zhang Han as well as the logo of the Ru Xin Hotel.

Kaboom!

At this moment, something seemed to have broken!

It was her heart.

"Fake, fake, it's fake!"

Zi Yan didn't want to believe it. She turned off her cell phone in a daze, afraid that the phone would ring, afraid to receive such a message again.

Zi Yan, who received a provocative call from Qiao Luoluo the other day and was able to fight back strongly, was now in a state of mental breakdown.

Her tears kept running down, and she felt like she had lost her soul.

This sad feeling suffocated her.

She staggered to the door and opened it.

She cried and announced, "Stop.

"I quit!

"Back to Hong Kong, I want to go back.

"Book a ticket now, I want to go back!"

Bang!

The door was closed, locked, and a cry of pain came from the room.

Boom!

All the people in the hall were shocked!

Zhou Fei was confused. She had never seen Sister Yan crying like a child.

Zhao Feng, Leng Yue, and the others hurriedly stood up.

"What's the matter? What happened?" Zhao Feng ran up to Zhou Fei and asked.

"I don't know either!" Zhou Fei knocked on the door anxiously. "Sister Yan, Sister Yan, open the door. What's wrong with you, Sister Yan?"

However, the room fell into silence. Zhou Fei put her head on the door and heard a suppressed cry. It seemed that Zi Yan had covered her mouth with a pillow. In addition, Zhou Fei heard the sound of her cell phone left in the room.

"What's the matter?" Leng Yue also said anxiously, "Everything was going well just now. She was in a good mood at the dinner table."

"I, I, I don't know. By the way, she just met with the art designer," Zhou Fei said in a hurry.

Whoosh!

Zhao Feng rushed out and found the art designer. He asked in a hurry, "What happened when you were in the room?"

"Huh? Sister Zi Yan asked me to judge whether or not three photos were real..."

"What photos? What are they?" Zhao Feng asked eagerly.

The details told by the art designer made Zhao Feng's heart sink.

Was that man his master?

This guess made Zhao Feng feel powerless and helpless.

Teacher Ma and other members of the team were also confused. They didn't know what was wrong, but it didn't seem to be good news.

At this time, Zhao Feng received a call from Zhang Han.

After Zhang Han explained and hung up the phone, Zhao Feng hurriedly ran to the bedroom, knocked on the door, and said in a loud voice, "Master called and said that those things were fake. Can you open the door now?"

He knocked on the door for a long time, but Zi Yan never replied.

"Fake…"

The photos were real, the video was real, the voice was real, and even the location was confirmed.

How could she believe it was fake?

Zi Yan wanted to convince herself that everything was fake. She wanted to trust Zhang Han, but she felt that the ruthless facts had broken her apart.

Now she hated Zhang Han as much as she loved him before.

"Promises, promises are lies..."

Zi Yan seemed to have lost all her motivation. She just wanted to go back to Hong Kong and leave that disappointing man who was with Mengmeng!

…

When Zhang Han learned the news from Zhao Feng, his pupils shrank and his face became serious.

"Photos?

"Previous photos? Or was I photographed in that place just now?

"But none of the photos would have such a serious impact.

"What is going on? Is there any other reason?"

Zhang Han was unprepared and didn't know the specific situation. All he could do was to have Zhao Feng arrange the soonest flight back to Hong Kong.

He could explain it clearly as long as Zi Yan came back.

When Zhang Han got out of the car and went back to the restaurant, he was in a bad mood.

When he entered the restaurant, Liang Hao and others all sensed the boss's depression.

This was the fact.

Looking at the others in the restaurant and then at Xu Yong, Zhang Han waved and said, "We are closed tonight."

"Oh, OK." Xu Yong nodded and went to the door to write the news on the notice board.

Liang Hao and Liang Mengqi exchanged looks and felt as if something had happened.

"Brother, what's the matter? You don't seem happy. Have you been bullied?" said Zhang Li.

"No, it's your sister-in-law. She... seems to have misunderstood something." Zhang Han shook his head.

He went to see Mengmeng and the little girl was watching cartoons with interest.

He touched Mengmeng's little head and whispered, "Mengmeng, watch TV for a while, and dad will go upstairs to have a rest."

"OK," Mengmeng answered.

Zhang Han walked to the second floor.

Liang Hao and Liang Mengqi sat for a few minutes and then left. Obviously, they were unable to have dinner here tonight.

During this time, Zhang Li went upstairs to talk several times, but she didn't get any news. After all, Zhang Han was not very clear about this.

But he would call Zhao Feng from time to time.

So he knew the news from over there.

The tickets for 10 o'clock the next morning had been booked. They would arrive in Hong Kong at about two o'clock in the afternoon and arrive at the restaurant at three o'clock.

In the evening, Zhang Han only cooked meals for a few people. After dinner, Zhang Li and Luo Qing sat for a while and left at 10 o'clock p.m.

Zhang Han had been receiving the news from over there and was a little anxious.

Zi Yan shut herself up in the room alone, her eyes swollen with tears. She refused to eat or drink water, and she even threw away the Yang Qing Water that was given to her by Zhou Fei.

"I won't drink! I won't drink! it!"

Looking at Zhao Feng, Leng Yue, and even Teacher Ma in the room, Zi Yan screamed, "Get out, get out, leave me alone..."

Swish!

While everyone else hurried out, Zhou Fei thought about it and chose to stay in the room.

She sat at the bedside and looked at Zi Yan in pain, feeling that she wanted to cry as well. "What's wrong with you, Sister Yan? Don't be sad, for it will all pass. Or maybe you can talk to me?"

Zi Yan pursed her lips, looked at Zhou Fei, and cried out, "I shouldn't believe him, I shouldn't believe in love..."

A terrible day had passed.

The next day, Zhang Han learned that Zi Yan was in a better mood and had stopped crying, but she was so haggard that she became like an iceberg.

However, Zhang Han still couldn't dial Zi Yan's number, or even let Zhao Feng hand his phone to her.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Li and Luo Qing were watching TV with Mengmeng on the sofa.

Zhang Han sat at the table by the window, looking out, as if waiting for Zi Yan's return.

Liang Hao and Liang Mengqi, who were sitting at the back table, were silent the whole time. Liang Mengqi had also learned something from Zhao Feng and found out that the relationship between the boss and his wife seemed to be in trouble.

"I'll talk to him."

Liang Hao thought for a moment, took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator, and walked over to Zhang Han.

"Zi Yan and I knew each other since childhood. In fact, she was my childhood sweetheart. If it wasn't for me, I would have pursued her," Liang Hao opened the cans and said with a smile.

Zhang Han took a sip of beer, looked at him, and said nothing.

Liang Hao was also stunned. Realizing that he had used the wrong words, he quickly explained, "It's not that I'm sick, it's..."

Liang Hao snorted and finally whispered, "Do you know martial arts?"

"Mm..." Zhang Han nodded lightly.

"You too?" Liang Hao asked. Last time, he felt that Zhang Han was a martial artist just like himself, but he was not sure because of Zhang Han's uncertain Qi.

"Yes."

When he got a positive answer, Liang Hao smiled and said, "I missed Zi Yan because I had been practicing martial arts and couldn't have sex before I reached a certain stage. But I don't regret it, for I know that there are many kinds of desires."

While talking, he secretly looked at Zhang Li and felt that he liked her more.

"Zi Yan has always been excellent since she was a child. Oh, by the way, when she was in primary school, she always had short hair and looked like a boy," Liang Hao said.

"Really?" Zhang Han finally became interested in the conversation. He smiled as if he had imagined the picture of Zi Yan's childhood.

"Yes, it's still interesting to think of it now..."

Liang Hao began to tell Zhang Han about Zi Yan's childhood. Although he didn't know much about it, his words made Zhang Han feel much better.

"I envy you so much. Although I don't know much, I know that love will inevitably have twists and turns in life, and all of these will pass. Anyway, we martial artists are not so fussy. By the way, have you heard of Master Zhang of New Moon Bay? He has devoted himself to martial arts and has once killed a master at the level of the Heaven Stage. Such a martial arts talent is worthy of our respect, right? In fact, your life is too comfortable, but martial arts... requires you to practice hard in a tough environment. When you reach the higher stages, you will find that most of the troubles are actually nothing."

As he spoke, Liang Hao gave Zhang Han an example.

But he didn't know that Zhang Han was the Master Zhang that he admired.

"You are right."

Zhang Han replied perfunctorily as his eyes suddenly fixed on somewhere outside the restaurant.

A fleet of Mercedes slowly stopped at the side of the road. While Zhou Fei got out of the driver's seat of the leading car, Zi Yan got out from the back seat. Instead of waiting for Zhao Feng and the others, they walked straight towards the restaurant.

"You are finally back!"

Zhang Han went out to meet her.