Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 659: Regret?

It all depended on Luo Shuxiu.

Just then, Luo Shuxiu was driving over from another direction.

Luo Shuxiu parked and got out of the car.

She was wearing a black wool coat, a coffee-colored striped chiffon blouse underneath, cropped pants, and coffee-colored high heels.

Her face was attractive, the kind whose actual age you couldn’t tell.

Her black hair was styled into large waves.

Efficient, exquisite, exuding an indescribable beauty.

Song Yunuan saw her every other day. She didn’t find it startling until she turned her head to see Lin Han, who was standing in the corner.

He seemed utterly dumbfounded there.

Seeing Song Yunuan look his way, Luo Shuxiu instinctively looked in that direction too.

She hadn’t expected Lin Han to hide so quickly.

By the time Luo Shuxiu looked that way, he had already hidden behind a tree nearby.

Once inside the office, Song Yunuan stood by the window and pointed out to Luo Shuxiu where she had seen Lin Han just before.

Luo Shuxiu was surprised as well, but she didn’t show much expression.

She didn’t know about Lin Han’s recent situation and clearly, she wasn’t interested in him.

Meanwhile, Lin Han was in a small, cramped house with Bian Haiying,

Bian Haiying was no longer that affectionate college girl who only wanted to talk about love.

She looked haggard, her clothes were clearly cheap and wrinkled, and her hair was a mess.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes full of impatience.

Lin Han saw her impatience, and he was even more impatient himself.

At that moment, Lin Han regretted everything, truly regretted.

If he had never been with Bian Haiying, what would his life be like now?

Song Yunuan was an impressive girl, with such a powerful backing.

She viewed Luo Shuxiu differently, always affectionately calling her Aunt Xiu, and now she even made Luo Shuxiu the vice president of her company.

Song Yunuan had a good relationship with the principal.

The principal treated her like a niece.

The former Secretary Gu, who was now the vice principal, didn’t need to be mentioned, as he was already part of the family.

Even though they were actually cousins, they both had the surname Gu.

With these people looking out for him, even if he couldn’t get promoted, life wouldn’t be hard.

And his son was so accomplished.

Luo Shuxiu was so virtuous and gentle, unlike Bian Haiying, who either argued or made trouble with her mother after getting married, and it could even escalate to physical fights.

Regret it?

Actually, everyone in his family did.

His mother had said more than once, how good it would have been if they hadn’t divorced.

Would she have been able to live in a big villa too?

Would she have been able to enjoy a wealthy life?

The house assigned by the school had long been taken back.

His father and mother lived with his eldest sister.

But there were many conflicts.

Later, they went out to rent a house.

Without money, even buying a house was out of the question.

So it seemed that since his divorce, he had hardly experienced the happy and joyful life he had imagined.

Bian Haiying looked at Lin Han’s dispirited expression and truly felt she must have been blind to have chosen such a terrible man.

Bian Haiying truly regretted it.

With her looks, family background, and her degree, she could have had a great job, instead of going into business with him and ending up with nothing but debt.

Bian Haiying said sarcastically, "Look at you. Did you go see your ex-wife, Luo Shuxiu? And you, thinking of seeing her, why didn’t you tidy yourself up a bit?

Look at you, messy and scruffy, worse than a beggar on the street, and you still have the nerve to show up in front of Luo Shuxiu. You might not be embarrassed, but I am."

Lin Han glared at Bian Haiying, ashamed and annoyed.

"Don’t look at me like that," Bian Haiying said unrelentingly. "You regret it, and I regret it even more. You’ve wasted my youth and jeopardized my future."

Lin Han’s face flushed with anger as he shouted, "You regret it, but weren’t you willing at the time? How many times did I refuse you? I told you I had a wife and son, but what did you say?

You said you didn’t care, that loving me was your affair and had nothing to do with me. You told me not to feel burdened or sorry for you, and that there was no need to explain anything or define our relationship.

You said your love wouldn’t affect me in the slightest, and even claimed Luo Shuxiu wasn’t worthy of me. You said you’d wait for me forever—weren’t those your words at the beginning?

Weren’t you the one who threw yourself into my arms and let me sleep with you?

So who is this victim act for now?"

Bian Haiying, equally infuriated, lunged at Lin Han in a fit of angry embarrassment.

Lin Han dodged to the side, but Bian Haiying relentlessly pounced on him, continuing the fight.

Then Lin Han slapped her away.

Bian Haiying, holding her face in disbelief, hysterically shouted, "How dare you, Lin Han? You actually dare to hit me. What, you think I’m pathetic now and you’ve started looking down on me?

Is it because Luo Shuxiu is wealthy and powerful now, and you want to suck up to her again?

What happened to your sweet whispers when you were wooing me?

How old was I then? How old were you?

I was deceived by you, you shameless old man. I’m going to divorce you..."

Just then, the wailing cries of a child rang out.

This was Lin Han’s youngest son.

He was six years old, not yet in kindergarten, and had been staying home.

Both stopped arguing, but Lin Han could see disgust and hatred in Bian Haiying’s eyes.

Bian Haiying also saw the regret in Lin Han’s eyes.

They both regretted the past.

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Did Lin Han have the face to pester Shuxiu?

He did not; his little self-respect that remained reminded him.

He cleaned himself up and went to see Lin Haoze.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Haoze said nothing and took his father to the restaurant across from the school.

Lin Han felt somewhat intimidated.

The tearful little boy of the past had grown into a tall, handsome young man.

As they walked together earlier, a few girls had been stealing glances at him.

This filled Lin Han with both pride and a sense of inferiority.

Lin Haoze ordered four dishes and brought two bottles of beer, gently inquiring about Lin Han’s recent circumstances.

Lin Han mumbled that he was alright, unwilling to say more.

Lin Haoze took out a passbook and handed it to Lin Han, gently saying, "Dad, this is the child support you gave me after you and mom divorced. However, we have been doing alright since the divorce, and I never needed to use this money. Recently, Sister Little Nuan and I split some money from a project, and I’ve deposited half of it here.

After all, money from eight years ago isn’t the same as money now.

Whether you need it now or not, this is my filial piety. Please take it."

Lin Han, stunned, looked at his son who had spoken these words.

He had not seen Lin Haoze in five years.

When silent, he felt this was still his son, but once the boy spoke, he suddenly felt the child was both a stranger and distant.

Yet the boy kept calling him dad.

But he felt as if there was an invisible chasm between them.

The child had indeed grown up.

Had he learned to kill without bloodshed? Was that it?

Or was he exacting revenge?

Was he calculating against their father-son relationship?

He glanced at the passbook, which unexpectedly contained thirty-eight thousand yuan.

This...

He had never given him that much money.

Lin Han’s eyes reddened and his hands trembled uncontrollably.