I am chasing a rough man in the 80s
Chapter 645: I Really Overestimated Him

Chapter 645: Chapter 645: I Really Overestimated Him

Fan Hui had tasted Yu Jingting’s iron fists.

Threatened by Yu Jingting only once, he immediately confessed out of fright.

"I’m just... here to see my daughter."

"???" Yu Jingting loosened his grip and stepped back, his face full of question marks. He reached out, knocking Fan Hui’s head again.

"Did you hit your head or something? Your daughter has already been admitted to the mental hospital. Even if you want to trigger memories, you should squat in your old home in the backyard and reminisce there."

Fan Hui’s house had burnt down. After moving away, they never bothered to rebuild it.

"At this point, I can’t hide it any longer. Suizi, she is my child..."

Fan Hui looked at Suizi, his eyes filled with aged tears.

Suizi was taken aback. Her hands wrapped around her arms, rubbing them hard.

"Ai Ma, even the village idiot back at our hometown has more dignity than you. Your face is not impressive, but your vanity sure is." Yu Jingting was also taken aback.

"What? You think raising a maiden is like buying cabbage, lose one and you get another one?"

"I’m telling the truth! Back when I was in the countryside, I drank too much one day—I don’t remember it, but you really could be my daughter, Suizi. I admit I wronged you in the past, but I will definitely make it up to you in the future!"

When Suizi heard Fan Hui couldn’t remember what happened, she sighed in relief.

If Fan Hui couldn’t remember, it meant that her mother must have tricked him somehow, hence he had no recollection.

Suizi couldn’t help but admire her mom. She truly was a highly intelligent woman. She had led Fan Hui and his brother on a wild goose chase, making both potential fathers uncertain if they had intimate relations with her. She was such a cunning strategist that she could not help but feel inadequate compared to her.

She, on the other hand, was definitely not going to invest her thoughts in this...

Fan Hui was still pouring out his heart. On reaching his heartfelt emotions, his eyes turned red.

He even took a step forward, wanting to hold Suizi’s hand, but Yu Jingting swatted it away.

"Talk properly. No touching."

"Suizi, blood ties can’t be erased. You’re my only daughter, I will leave everything to you, let Daddy compensate you!"

"Oh, so you want to compensate by taking photos? "Yu Jingting reminded him in a chilling tone that there’s an unsettled account between the two families.

"Er—" Fan Hui was slightly embarrassed.

"Let’s not beat around the bush. What’s your real reason to look for me and play this act?" Suizi asked.

Fan Hui couldn’t meet Suizi’s gaze and averted his eyes, shaking his head guiltily.

"I have no ulterior motive, I just wanted to see you."

"Oh, seen enough? You can leave now."

Suizi made a motion as if she was going to leave. Fan Hui saw that she was not being moved by his stories and feared that she might actually leave. In desperation, he finally confessed his motivations.

"Suizi, for the sake of our blood ties as father and daughter, could you try to persuade my brother not to transfer me?"

"Oh.... so that’s the real issue!"

Both Suizi and Yu Jingting wore expressions of understanding.

No wonder he ran over in the middle of the night, putting on a show of fatherly affection.

All of his actions had been a prelude to this request. Suizi suddenly realized this and felt relieved.

"He wants to transfer you?"

Fan Hui looked sad at her question. This time, he truly was sad.

When his daughter was sent to the mental hospital for life, he wasn’t this sad.

"Yes, he’s gone insane, he’s envious of our close father-daughter relationship. He could bear to tear you away from me which will be permanent!"

Suizi’s skin goose-pimpled all over again.

This guy might have multiple personalities, his sobbing was so realistic, he probably would believe it himself, wouldn’t he?

"Wife?" Yu Jingting saw that Suizi was spacing out and didn’t move, he gently hugged her. Suizi snapped out of it, met his concerned gaze and shook her head at him.

Don’t worry, Fan Hui’s mediocre acting skills were not enough to shake her. Suizi was just thinking about one thing.

"Now I understand why my mother adamantly refused to let me learn painting."

"I will be good to you in the future - huh, what did you say?" Fan Hui, who was deeply into his performance, was stopped by Suizi’s words.

While he was trying to get friendly with her, she mentioned learning to paint?

"I am an art teacher, I can teach you everything!" He was ready to do anything to stay!

The thought of Fan Huang transferring him to the west to while away his days frightened Fan Hui so bad he could feel his face twitching.

He really didn’t want to stay at a mud hut and experience the hardships of life.

"My mother told me that there are many worthless men among those who study painting. For example, she used many Masters of China as examples and gave me a thorough lecture on the love histories of many artists from the past and the present, domestic and foreign."

Other children’s bedtime stories are usually like, "Come, sweetheart, momma will tell you the story of Snow White," or at the worst "Sun Wukong’s three battles with the bone spirit."

Her mother was different. "Come, mom will tell you about the story of Xu Mouhong abandoning his wife for another’s fiancé."

Or it would be, "mom will tell you about how many women died due to Bi Mosuo. The old man paints abstract pieces and his feelings are even more abstract."

Sometimes Suizi even suspected that her ability to recite books so quickly as she grew up was due to the intricate relationship diagrams she was exposed to through her mother’s bedtime stories.

A male painter can often lead to countless emotional lines.

Broke off one line and connected another, this was considered passionate.

Usually, one person would be holding onto several emotional lines at the same time. If the person is a little bit slow, they wouldn’t remember the relationship diagram.

"As expected of our mother, she really knows how to educate her child. No wonder you have such good taste in choosing a partner—I’m going to have my daughter sent to mom’s place tomorrow to soak in some of her wisdom." Yu Jingting burst into laughter.

Suizi’s mother-in-law was severely humiliated by Fan Hui to the point where she even educated her daughter to avoid these painters.

"Of course, my mom’s views only represent her, not me. She is definitely biased. Not all men who study fine arts are worthless, but you definitely are. You often move yourself, don’t you? Including what you were just saying, it must have touched you deeply."

Suizi watched as Fan Hui’s eyes turned crimson. She guessed that Fan Hui must have let some emotions slip, but only a tiny bit.

The emotions of painters are passionate and intense, but fleeting. In no more than two days, they would forget everything and enjoy their happy life.

When they see beautiful objects, their sense of aesthetics would heighten. Pushing them to continuously pursue beauty, and society is more tolerant towards artists. Whether they write novels or paint, whatever they do can be blamed as "for the sake of art."

"How can you be so cold-hearted? Can you really bear to see your biological father go to a dusty place to suffer hardships? This is not conducive for me to express my art. Fan Huang is stifling artists. If you don’t help me, you’re just adding fuel to the fire!"

Fan Hui saw Suizi was indifferent, his passionate emotions vanished.

Suizi sighed and checked her wristwatch.

His fervid "fatherly love" lasted less than five minutes? She really overestimated him, even thought he could hold on for two days.

"Alright, if you really don’t want to go, I’ll talk to my father about it. However, I have a condition."

"Say it! Whatever condition it is, I agree!"

Yu Jingting looked at his wife in confusion. The young woman suddenly changed her mind today? It was unlike her to agree to Fan Hui so easily.

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