My Naughty Fake Bride - 103 Who’s being sold?

“You assured him? Are you even sure that the guy will be let off?” Han Jun asked suspiciously.

Han Mei pursed her lips as she was not sure herself. “There should be a proper investigation, at least right?” She asked.

With a shrug of his shoulders, “It depends. I did not hear the Suzuki Family being involved in any triad business, so they must have done things legally all this time. What’s the poor guy’s name, by the way?” Han Jun curiously questioned.

“He said he is Xia Wei.”

Han Jun raised a brow, “Are you telling me he is Xia Wei working in the Suzuki Corp?” He asked, astonishment unmasked from his voice.

Han Mei nodded.

“Oh, then it is fine.” Han Jun nonchalantly said as he waves his hand.

It was now their time to be confused.

“JunJun, how can you be so sure?” Han Jie asked with a glare. Suzuki Kyou was acting so different compared to her first impression. How could she be assured that the guy won’t bully someone because he is bored?

Han Jun looked at Han Jie with a pointed look before he gazes at his uncle, who was just quietly listening. Eventually, he finally spoke, “He is from Wei Family. In terms of status, the Wei family is somehow at a higher level than our family.” Han Jun said it full of reluctance. His pride for being a Han was being hit and left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Eh? Why is he in the Suzuki Corp and working then?” Han Mei asked, surprised.

“Why? Can’t he do so? He can work there if he is qualified. Anyway, Suzuki Corp is in partnership with the Wei Family businesses too. Probably he is there in training or something.” He explained before he looked at Han Mei intently, “So did you meet him?” He asked suddenly.

“I was at the Suzuki offices.” Han Mei said, her breathing was turning heavy. Her gaze refused to look at anyone as she choose to stare at her hands on her lap.

The silence that filled the was stunning and confusing. Han Feng looked at Bai Min.

“Can I have more, please?” Han Feng grunted out. His throat felt tight, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Bai Min was quick to comply this time around, bringing an extra glass and the whole bottle of whiskey. Han Jun was going to need it.

“What were you doing there?” Han Jun asked, his voice positively frosty.

Han Mei swallowed before answering in a small voice.

She was not the only one who did not like the atmosphere of the moment.

Han Jun accepted the glass that suddenly appeared in front of him blindly. His hands were shaky. Han Jun wanted to curse. To rant or rave. But all he could do was look at Bai Min gratefully before downing his shot.

“Why?” Han Jun asked, his voice husky and rough from the burn of the whiskey. Staring at his cousin’s downcast face, Han Jun struggled to make sense of what was happening.

“Because I didn’t want JieJie stuck in a marriage she didn’t want to be in.” Han Mei replied, her voice still small.

“If you didn’t want that, then you should not have ruined away without a trace!” Han Jun said harshly. His voice was a little louder than usual.

Han Mei looked up, her eyes flashing in anger.

“I left because I was tired. I was tired of being a good girl. I wanted a life of my own like JieJie had, and I was jealous of her supposed freedom. If you had let her go, I would not have come back until you had dropped this ridiculous nonsense. I didn’t want to be traded as a commodity, but I most certainly didn’t expect you to do this to my little sister,” Han Mei snapped angrily.

That was the best story that Han Mei could come up with. She was still not ready to tell everyone about her pregnancy. After all, not all in the room were family members. Aside from that, even though they would find out about her pregnancy, they would just feel bad for her.

Everyone stared at Han Mei, including Han Jie, her mouth hanging open.

“You thought I was selling you?” Han Feng asked coldly, and his face was a blank mask.

“Father I–” Han Mei began.

“You thought I was selling you? Any of you?” He asked again before Han Feng shook his head, his expression aggrieved, “You are both my daughters, my family, and you thought I was selling you? Mei’er, how many years have you worked under your cousin?” Han Feng but put in barely controlled fury.

“Ten years.” Han Mei replied, her head bowed, voice small.

‘I’m sorry, father… I did not mean to hurt you…’ She thought to herself as she held back her tears. Han Mei was sure that he, her father, is disappointed. She could not blame him as she was disappointed with herself as well.

“Ten years,” Han Feng echoed before he nodded. “Ten years, you worked under your cousin. Since you were sixteen. You were everything your mother was. You were brilliant as well. But always been more naïve. When I gave you the chance to work with your cousin, after two years, what happened?” Han Feng asked, sounding more tired.

“I trusted the wrong person,” Han Mei gritted out. She was also ashamed to have her dirty laundry being aired. That happened years ago, but it was not completely solved yet. She wanted to rebut that she was smarter now, but could not do so.

“You trusted the wrong person. Good. Now, do you remember what you told me you would do?” Han Feng asked, leaning back against the sofa, his back a little hunched.

“I said I’ll fix it,” Han Mei said blandly, still not looking at her father.

“You said you’ll fix it. Good. You remember. You said you’d fix, and when things got worse, you disappeared without a trace and left us floundering. The deal with Suzuki Kyou had been for him to help us with you to assist him and to learn from him. He brought in marriage for reasons I do not comprehend. Do you know? While you were away, your friend got greedy, and now we’re reeling, barely holding to the company. Now tell me, daughter, who sold who?” Han Feng asked quietly.

His words had not been loud or harsh, but every word had flayed Han Mei open, leaving her feeling vulnerable and sad.

“I’m sorry, father. I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble.” Han Mei said, barely getting the words out around her sobs.

“I know you don’t want to. But we are already at this point. There is no turning back.” Han Feng said, sinking weakly into the couch. “Probably the Suzuki Family allowed the marriage as an assurance that their investment won’t go to waste…” He added softly.

“Maybe you should rest, sir, let your nephew take care of everything else.” Bai Min said, moving to help Han Feng. Jonah held him back and shook his head.

The message was clear, and Jonah was going to help Han Feng while Bai Min stayed back to help the clearly shocked and grief-stricken sisters.

“Yes, yes, I’ll do just that.” Han Feng said, standing slowly. Jonah rushed to his aid and led him out of the living room.

Bai Min sat down heavily beside Han Jun and looked at the crying sisters. Han Jie had been crying quietly since her sister’s little speech about being sold. She felt somehow the same way. Aside from that, she was surprised by the new information that it was Suzuki Kyou who asked for the marriage.

“Stop crying now, JieJie. I will be alright…” Han Mei softly spoke as she pats Han Jie’s head like consoling a child.

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Author’s Note:

If you also have free time, please check out my other books while waiting for the update:

– Beneficial Union: Chasing A Rogue Wife

– Marriage Right’s: Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife

– Baby Contract: Forced Deal with a Dragon

– OtherThoughs (For Announcements and Oneshots)

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