Han Xuehan felt that Han Ruochen’s words were a bit rude, but when she thought about the good things that their mother had done, she could only swallow her words down. Her mother gave away more than ten thousand yuan; it would be surprising if everyone in the family were fine with it.

"Your sister is right." Han Yichen, who had had enough of listening to the two sisters discussing the situation at home, walked inside the room after pushing the door open. He looked at his eldest daughter solemnly and comforted her by saying, "You don’t need to worry about your mother as long as I am with you. Your mother has never spent a penny to raise you two sisters, so she has no right to state who can stay at my home and who cannot."

Han Yichen could not help but flush red with shame when he thought about how his own daughter was thinking about whether she could stay at her home or not. The Han family house was Han Xuehan’s home, but she was scared to return home because she was worried that her mother would be upset. What kind of tragic outcome was this? No wonder the Qiao family was so restless and disrespectful toward his daughter; it was because they believed that she had no one to back her up.

Maybe Han Xuehan herself thought the same!

How useless was he that his daughter did not even believe that her father could protect her?

"Dad." Han Xuehan’s eyes turned red when she heard his words. It wasn’t that she did not want to return home; she was just worried that her mother would make things difficult for her and her father. Han Xuehan did not want her father to be troubled because of her.

"Good girl, finish your meal. We will return home tonight." Han Yichen had no intention of staying in the town any longer. What if the Qiao family came to cause trouble for their family again? It was better to leave before those two in the Qiao family could even think of making a move.

Han Xuehan nodded as she started to eat her porridge. The rice was sticky and coated with a warm layer of chicken soup; the meal was as simple as it could be, but Han Xuehan still liked it very much. That night, Han Yichen used his own connections and booked four sleepers before returning home.

*

On the other side, Meng Yunhan had caught a fever. She was doted on by Han Yichen, and her body had turned frail and vulnerable like a young mistress. How could she withstand staying outside in the corridor all day long? Not only did she become sick, but she also ended up catching a cold. She started sneezing day in and day out, but even though she was sick, she had to go to her job every day. This was the kind of suffering that Meng Yunhan had never gone through in her life before.

She wanted to take leave, but her boss clearly stated that if she dared to take leave, then she would get her salary deducted. Meng Yunhan knew that her salary was pitiful to begin with; if she were to take a leave, what would happen to her? Meng Yunhan could still control her expenses, but what about Han Ziyan? How could her daughter suffer along with her? She could only grit her teeth and continue working, but at the same time, she was filled with great indignation.

She had never suffered such a thing before.

Meng Yunhan naturally did not blame Han Yichen; she instinctively blamed Han Ruochen. It was all her fault.

Why did that woman make such a fuss?

"Mom, drink some tea." Hearing the sound of Meng Yunhan blowing her nose. Han Ziyan frowned hard. She reluctantly poured a cup of hot beverage for Meng Yunhan.

Meng Yunhan felt so sick that tears welled up in her eyes. "Ziyan, stay away from me in case you catch the cold as well. You also need to go to work." Although she took a couple of sips of the hot tea, Meng Yunhan did not feel better.

"Mom, have you taken medicine?"

"Not yet."

"Mom, I will bring you some fever medicine." Han Ziyan walked out of the room, but after searching for a long time, she could not find the medicine. She then remembered that when Han Ruochen fell sick, she deliberately threw the medicine away because she wanted to make Han Ruochen suffer and, at the same time, make sure that she would not be able to go to school to teach. If she irresponsibly missed school, then there was a good chance that she would have been fired.

Han Ziyan’s face turned stiff. She returned to her mother’s room and said to her, "Mom, there is no medicine at home; give me some money—I will go and buy medicine for you."

Meng Yunhan shook her head. "Forget it. It’s just a fever; I will cover myself with a blanket and sweat it off."

Of course, she wanted to buy medicine, but she could not part with money. If she wanted to buy medicine, then she would have bought some on her way home from work.

At this juncture, Meng Yunhan felt really troubled. If she had known that this was going to happen, then she would have never spent money like water a few days ago for the dragon boat festival. If she had known that such a thing was going to happen, then she would have never done such a thing.

Meng Yunhan could no longer understand Han Yichen’s stand now. Also, the money in her pocket was not enough to support Han Ziyan. If this went on, then how was she going to arrange the three thousand yuan that Han Ziyan wanted?

Having been married to Han Yichen for so many years, this was the first time that Meng Yunhan felt desperately poor!