375: Mom, Xiaoling is waiting for you

This battle lasted until past ten o'clock at night.

In the end, Pan Han clutched his kidneys and crossed back to his own world.

The quiet shared apartment took on everything in the end, giving Pan Han a peaceful space.

"That's too exaggerated! How is Asiba so fierce?" Lying on the bed, Pan Han panted, drenched in sweat.

Even though he had rested for a week beforehand, he was still completely wiped out in one go.

To keep himself from thinking about the scene just now, Pan Han took out his phone and started playing ranked matches.

Sure enough, he won five games in a row!

"Damn, it really is suffering in reality and lying down to win on the internet!" Pan Han stared at the King of Glory screen, dumbfounded.

"What kind of system exactly have I been bound to? How is it so accurate in its judgments??"

Just now, Pan Han even intentionally fed the enemy, but it didn't matter; his teammates carried him directly.

After showering, it was almost 12 o'clock, and Pan Han covered his head and went to sleep.

This sleep was very deep; he didn't even dream, and when he opened his eyes, it was 9 o'clock the next morning.

He pulled back the curtains to see the ground covered in white snow; it turned out there had been a heavy snowfall last night.

Kyoto after the snow was exceptionally fresh and clean, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

Especially when illuminated by the sunlight, everything was sparkling.

He turned on his phone and found a WeChat message from his mom: "Son, it snowed in our hometown. Did it snow where you are? Remember to eat dumplings!"

"Mom, let Dad try the wine I brought back at noon; it's internal-use wine." Pan Han replied to the WeChat message with a grin.

Before long, his mom sent a photo of his dad holding the internal-use wine: "Is it this wine?"

"Yes, yes! Let him drink as much as he wants; I still have more here. Don't be stingy."

"Okay, your Second Aunt and Second Aunts Husband are coming at noon. We'll open a bottle for them then."

"Hmm, eat something good. Your son has money now. Don't be afraid to spend it."

Before he knew it, he had been chatting with his mom for a long time.

No matter how well a child is doing outside, a mother will always be thinking of him.

After tidying up his homesick feelings, Pan Han went downstairs and bought some food and drinks.

Since he was back in Kyoto, he should go check on Little Ling.

He didn't know how the girl's condition had been lately.

After arranging to meet Ellie and Qin Hongbing, Pan Han took a taxi over.

This father and daughter were staying at a nearby hotel; the conditions were slightly better than a chain hotel, at least the space was much larger.

As soon as Pan Han entered the room, Little Ling ran up to him and called out affectionately: "Uncle Pan, you're here!"

Pan Han couldn't help but observe her; to his relief, the child's condition was very good.

It was evident that these past few days of being well-fed, having a place to stay, and taking medicine on time had worked.

Ellie took the bag from Pan Han's hand and found that it contained several science storybooks and some calligraphy practice books.

"Little Ling can't go to school yet, so she should just study on her own here," Pan Han explained.

"Boss Pan, you are so thoughtful. You're even more careful than I am as a father," Qin Hongbing said sheepishly.

"As long as the child is happy." While speaking, Pan Han went to the window and looked at the construction site opposite.

At this time, the interiors of the four restaurants had already been opened up, and the doors and floor-to-ceiling windows were blocked off with wooden boards on the outside.

The wooden boards were also sealed with cloth, with "National Restaurant under renovation" written on them.

"Boss, the menu development is complete. The renovation should be done in about another month," Ellie also came to the window and reported to Pan Han.

"Not bad. Once this matter is done well, I'll give you a raise."

"Ah? Another raise? There's no need, Boss; it's already a lot." Ellie thought about her annual salary of over 4 million and then thought about Qin Hongbing and Little Ling, and she blushed a little.

Some people don't have to do anything but can earn a lot.

Some people work themselves to death but don't get much money at the end of the year.

Is hard work more important, or is talent more important?

Actually, neither is important; the platform is what matters!

The saying "gold will shine wherever it is" is just a lie.

Without a good platform to let you show your skills, why don't you try shining for everyone to see?

Since they were talking about salary, Pan Han turned back and asked Qin Hongbing: "Old Qin, as the store manager, how much do you think is appropriate to pay you a month?"

"Ah? This..." Pan Han asked so directly that Qin Hongbing was too embarrassed to speak.

"Let's talk business; don't be embarrassed, name a price and let me hear it," Pan Han said with a smile.

Little Ling was very excited when she heard that her dad was going to get a salary, and she looked at Qin Hongbing.

When Pan Han said this, Qin Hongbing blushed even more.

When he ran his own restaurant before, he would work himself to death all year and only make about 200,000.

And in the last few years, he had lost it all back.

"What do you think, Ellie?"

"Boss, this... I can't really say."

"Haha, you two. One doesn't dare to ask, and the other doesn't dare to say. I'll do it then." Seeing the two of them like this, Pan Han couldn't help but laugh.

"Then, let's make it an annual salary of 300,000. Food and housing included. Ellie, find a place to rent nearby later. Little Ling staying in a hotel all the time isn't a good thing."

When Qin Hongbing heard these terms, he felt lightheaded and almost fell over.

"My goodness, 300,000!"

"What, you think it's too little?"

"No, no, Boss Pan, you're giving too much."

In Qin Hongbing's hometown, Changshan City, earning 10,000 yuan a month would be very good.

What's more, Pan Han was also providing food and housing, so the 300,000 was equivalent to pure savings.

In this way, Little Ling's medical problems were completely solved, and taking medicine would be no problem at all.

"Dad, how much is 300,000?" Little Ling couldn't understand the significance of this income yet and asked with her bright eyes wide open.

"Daughter, with this income, we won't have to worry about anything anymore," Qin Hongbing said happily, picking up Little Ling.

"That's great. If that's the case, Mom can come back, right?"

...

After Little Ling finished speaking, the room suddenly fell silent.

Pan Han and Ellie didn't know how to respond, while a flash of loneliness crossed Qin Hongbing's face.

The hurt that woman had caused him was probably something he would never be able to forgive in his entire life.

"It's snowing outside, and I don't know where Mom is. Is she cold there?" Little Ling had been overjoyed just a moment ago, but she suddenly became teary-eyed.

Pan Han thought of his own mom; why was there such a huge difference between people, even when they were both parents?

Her child was seriously ill, and she had run away after racking up usurious debts; what kind of person was that!

"Little Ling. The place Mom went to is also very good, and it should be very warm there. Let's wait for her to come back," Qin Hongbing choked up for a few seconds, swallowed his sadness, and said softly.

"Mmm, okay, Dad." After saying that, Little Ling wriggled down and went to the window.

On the cold window, she drew a smiley face, and underneath it, she wrote: "Mom, Little Ling is waiting for you."

Seeing this, Ellie couldn't stop her tears from falling. Afraid that Little Ling would notice, she quickly hid in the bathroom.

Pan Han felt a turmoil in his heart, and it was a particularly bitter feeling.

Why is it that in this world, it's always the children who get hurt?

It's the same in the apocalypse; they don't even get a chance to be born.

It's so fucking screwed up!

Pan Han sighed lightly and crouched down gently: "Little Ling, let's wait for your mom to come back together."

In fact, he didn't want this woman to come back at all; what use would it be if she came?

The problem was solved, so what would she come back for?

To lie down and win?

Does she deserve it?

"Mmm, Uncle Pan, my mom will definitely come back." Little Ling's clear eyes stared at Pan Han.

At this moment, it was as if the ice and snow of the world had melted.