55: Love and Care Canteen

The Thai restaurant was luxuriously decorated with a fresh, minimalist style, making it feel perfect for couples to dine.

As Wu Fan stepped inside, a beautiful Waitress immediately greeted him: "Hello, sir, do you have a reservation?"

"No."

"Sir, how many in your party?"

"Just me."

"Would you like a quaint private room?"

"Yes, thank you."

The Waitress then led Wu Fan further inside.

Passing a large private room, Wu Fan glanced in and surprisingly saw Liu Yue.

She had her hair in a bun, wore a long gray sweater, black tight leggings, and white sneakers.

Her figure was as perfect as ever.

She stood next to her son, bending down to feed him.

Han Li sat at the head of the table, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking at the mother and son with gentle eyes.

Wu Fan did not stop walking, but his heart had already been sharply pierced.

Wu Fan ordered a lot for this meal, but he didn't taste anything.

He quickly ate a few bites of curry rice and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, he ran into Han Li in the corridor, and both of them froze.

“Ding, random quest: Slap Han Li three times.”

“Quest reward: 30,000 yuan in cash.”

Wow, one slap for ten thousand yuan, that’s a good deal.

Han Li sneered, "Oh, the country bumpkin is also in the city eating Thai food? Do you have enough money? If not, my brother here will pay for you."

Wu Fan took a step closer and said coldly, "Isn't it exhilarating to hold a woman I ruined every night?"

Han Li's face changed drastically, turning crimson with anger.

He raised his hand to grab Wu Fan's collar, but Wu Fan gripped his wrist, and with a slight squeeze, Han Li cried out in pain.

Liu Yue heard the commotion and hurried out of the private room.

After seeing Wu Fan, she was stunned for a while.

The Wu Fan in front of her seemed different from before, both in physique and aura.

What's going on? Could it be that she still... "Wu Fan, what are you doing? Why are you hitting my husband?"

Wu Fan said expressionlessly, "I'm hitting this philandering dog, and remember this: one day, I will make you lose everything."

Liu Yue raised an eyebrow and said, "You? A bus driver? Even in a few hundred years, you wouldn't be able to touch a hair on us."

Her disdainful expression was still the same as before.

Wu Fan couldn't be bothered to argue with her, so he raised his hand and delivered three resounding slaps to Han Li's face.

Han Li was knocked to the ground, his gold-rimmed glasses also flying to the side.

Liu Yue immediately rushed over to help Han Li, looking at Wu Fan furiously, "You... why did you hit him?"

“Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the random quest. Cash has been issued. Current account balance: 365,000 yuan.”

Wu Fan couldn't be bothered to respond, glanced at the system panel, and turned to leave.

Han Li roared, "Wu Fan, if you have the guts, don't leave."

Wu Fan stopped, sneering, "I don't have time to fight with you. Your pathetic bodyguards, even ten of them are useless. I'm not playing along."

He quickly left, and after getting into his car, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a thick plume of smoke.

He had expected to be heartbroken seeing this despicable couple again, but he wasn't; instead, he felt very calm.

It wasn't that he felt nothing, but it wasn't as sad as he had imagined.

It was like seeing an old piece of clothing he once wore, familiar but long since devoid of emotion, because it had been discarded for a long time.

All that remained was hatred, a hatred for revenge.

Wu Fan chuckled to himself and headed straight for his hometown.

When he saw the familiar old house, the sense of intimacy in his heart was inexpressible.

Indeed, no place is better than one's own humble home.

His mom had already prepared a table of delicious dishes, and his dad was holding a brazierto warm himself.

When he called out "Dad, Mom" and saw the smiles on their faces, Wu Fan felt a deep sense of peace.

A peace he had never felt before.

When Wu Fan passed through the town, he bought a lot of food and also bought a few down jackets, pants, and shoes for his parents.

During dinner, his dad asked, "When did you buy a car?"

"I just bought it recently."

His dad sighed, "Why buy this car? Our house is more important."

Wu Fan comforted him, "Dad, I came back this time to renovate the house."

His dad looked up at Wu Fan and asked, "Did you save money this year?"

Wu Fan lied, "Your son is successful. Not only did I save money, but I also made a fortune."

Both his mom and dad stared blankly at Wu Fan, a little disbelieving.

Wu Fan picked up a piece of braised pork, put it in his mouth, and while chewing, said, "A few years ago, I contracted a fleet of vehicles, and I can earn over a million yuan a year. Your son is now a fleet owner, big or small."

Upon hearing Wu Fan's words, his mom and dad's faces showed overflowing joy and excitement.

Wu Fan continued, "I plan to build another two-story building on the empty land to the left of our house. This old house will be renovated into a living room, kitchen, and bathroom. What do you think?"

The Old Man's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He had been busy his whole life, and his greatest wish was to build a new house for his son.

Naturally, he was very happy to hear this news.

He took a sip of baijiu and said, "It's good that you've thought it through. I'm old and have this illness, so I can't help much."

Wu Fan said, "Dad, you just need to live well and look after the house for me. Your son has money now, so you don't have to worry about money anymore."

His dad's hand, holding the baijiu glass, trembled slightly, and he nodded excitedly.

Wu Fan saw tears of joy in his eyes.

His mom was a kind-hearted person with great love.

She said, "Our village just started a charity canteen, specially for older people to eat. For some elderly people with inconvenient legs and feet, the staff at the charity canteen even deliver food to their homes. AFan, you have more money now, so please donate some to the charity canteen. It would be a good deed for the elderly in our village."

His dad, hearing this, glared and scolded, "What are you thinking? Don't you know what our family is like now? There are many people richer than AFan. You, on the other hand, as soon as he arrives, you come up with such a bad idea. Be careful, or I'll hit you."

His dad was an honest and ordinary farmer who never took advantage of others and was unwilling to give away his own family's possessions. He was diligent in managing his household and self-reliant.

Seeing his dad get angry, his mom smiled at Wu Fan and stopped talking.

She was a woman with a particularly good temper. The Old Man had a bad temper and would shout at her a few times, but she never talked back; at most, she would just keep quiet.

Wu Fan had long been accustomed to his mom and dad's way of life.

When he was little, he would stand with his mom and confront his dad, but as he grew older, he realized that this kind of marital lifestyle was the most authentic way to get along.

They had lived together for nearly 40 years, interdependent and mutually supportive. Besides a few arguments, his dad had never truly laid a hand on her.

This true love was etched in their hearts and would not be swayed by a few simple quarrels.

Wu Fan smiled at his dad and said, "Son is not short of money, and donating to the village also brings honor to you. If you walk around the village, won't you stand taller?"

His dad couldn't help but laugh, "I don't want to bring honor to myself by actually giving away my own money."

Wu Fan picked up another piece of braised pork and ate it. Mom's cooking was indeed delicious.

"Dad, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Your son isn't stupid; it's not like I'd donate 100 yuan if I only had 100 yuan in my pocket, right?"

His dad frowned slightly, took a sip of baijiu, and said nothing more...