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Chapter 140: Chapter 140 His Past
Han Jiaojiao poked their anemone-like heads with her finger and said with a helpless smile, "Consider yourselves lucky. These days, we’re building a wall at home, and there are several bags of sand piled downstairs. Once I’ve cleaned that sand, I’ll bring it up for you guys to use."
"Gugu gugu... gugu..."
Han Jiaojiao walked to the balcony and looked at Cotton Candy and Pepper, one was sleeping and the other was still in the eggshell.
"Cotton Candy, do you know you’re really lazy?" she said while she picked up one of Cotton Candy’s vines, turned it over, and pinched it, feeling a layer of hardness. Teeth had already begun to grow, it seemed Cotton Candy was about to come out of the soil in a few days.
So that left only Pepper.
In her previous life, Pepper was the last one to hatch, but although it was slow to emerge from the shell, it took much less time to sprout and come out of the soil than Xiaogua and Xiaodou did.
The mutant animals at home were about to run out again.
A cage of mutant rats only had about ten, and Xiaogua and Xiaodou each needed to eat one every day, and they even played with them when they were bored. — Just playing, using vines to wrap around the mutant rats and fling them around, sometimes they even used the mutant rats as a bat. The vines were like whips, making a snapping sound, and in a few hits, the rats were played to death, and then they would just throw them aside and ignore them, not eating them.
Han Jiaojiao was already resigned to this. There was no way to reprimand them, because hunting was in their nature. It was already cruel enough that they were confined to the base each day, unable to go out and hunt. How could she prevent them from learning to hunt?
Sigh, she could only dutifully clean up the mess and replenish the mutant animals’ supply in time.
Continuing this way was not a solution. When all four of them had fully grown, they definitely wouldn’t be satisfied just eating mutant rats every day, that would hardly fill the gaps in their teeth. She would still have to take them out of the base, and let them try a real hunt.
Han Jiaojiao gently stroked Cotton Candy’s anemone-like head and looked toward the two playing on the balcony, and said, "Once Cotton Candy is also out, I’ll take the three of you outside the base to go wild for once."
Dogs also need to be walked, if they keep cooping up, she was really worried they might get messed up.
Thinking this way, in her previous life, in the desert Gobi, they were indeed quite happy. They almost had no natural enemies; any living creature they saw was prey, the space was vast, and they could run around wild and happy every day...
Now, inside the base, the situation was completely different.
They were still young, neither resilient to bullets nor a match for superpower users. Han Jiaojiao felt a pang of heartache as she rubbed Cotton Candy’s fluffy head, thinking secretly: You must grow up safely.
......
Han Jiaojiao stayed on the third-floor balcony for a while before going back to her room. She began to clean, the floor, the table, especially the windowsill where Xiaogua and Xiaodou frequently came and went; there were quite a few rat hairs. As she was busy, Han Yi came upstairs.
When Han Jiaojiao saw Han Yi, she blinked, "Did they leave?"
"Yeah," Han Yi sat on the bed and patted the spot next to him, "Come here."
Han Jiaojiao wiped her hands and sat down next to him, "Brother, what were they here for?"
Han Yi quietly looked at her for a while and said, "Last time you were in the hospital, Aunt Duan found you a psychotherapist to do an initial diagnosis for you. I didn’t agree... Later they found out there was something wrong with that doctor, so today they specifically came to apologize to us."
No matter what, since she couldn’t remember, then let it never come back to mind.
Han Jiaojiao uttered an "Oh," leaned her head on Han Yi’s shoulder, and pondered how to kill them unnoticed...
"Brother has something to tell you," Han Yi suddenly said.
Han Jiaojiao looked at him with her eyes wide open.
Patting her head, Han Yi took a deep breath, as if he had made some sort of decision, and told her, "Jiaojiao, do you know how brother and Xiao Jian met?"
Han Jiaojiao shook her head in confusion.
She knew that Yan Xiao and Han Yi were classmates, and Lu Changyuan must have been someone her brother met after graduating from the military academy. As for Xiao Jian, she really wasn’t sure.
"...Brother stayed in a sanatorium for a while when I was little," Han Yi spoke slowly, "It was a sanatorium specifically for autistic children."
Han Jiaojiao’s eyes suddenly widened, "Brother..."
"Brother and Xiao Jian met there; we had the same chief physician," Han Yi said with a bitter smile, "Aunt Duan... she put in a lot of effort to cure me, so brother becoming close to her was just to repay her kindness. This time Aunt Duan came to Beicheng Base, her chronic condition flared up. She’s elderly and in poor health, yet she had to deal with the people at Beicheng Base, so a few days ago, she asked brother to step in on her behalf. In the future... brother will try not to get involved in their affairs as much as possible."
Softly stroking the top of her head, Han Yi continued, "If you feel bad next time, you must tell brother, don’t just bear it by yourself... once we find a better psychologist, we’ll start treatment slowly... Although what they did by contacting the doctor privately was wrong, brother indeed wants to find a good doctor for my treasure. I don’t want to see you become like those people in the sanatorium..."
Han Jiaojiao, with tears in her eyes, threw herself into his arms, murmuring, "Brother... Brother..."
Han Yi laughed softly, "My treasure throwing herself at me, brother won’t be able to resist, and it’s not even dark yet."
Unconcerned about her brother’s teasing, Han Jiaojiao lifted her head, her eyes brimming with tears, and asked him, "Why would Dad Han send brother to the sanatorium?"
Sending someone to a sanatorium, in a certain sense, is akin to giving up on treatment. If it’s an ordinary family where parents are too busy with work to take care of an autistic child, it is understandable to send them to a sanatorium, but with the background of the Han family, it’s unlikely they would resort to that.
Han Yi’s expression darkened as he replied, "It wasn’t him; it was brother’s mother... She was the one who sent me there."
"Why?" Han Jiaojiao failed to understand—why would a mother give up on her own child? And what about Dad Han? Why didn’t he stop her?
"Because she fell ill, very seriously ill..." Han Yi didn’t offer a clear answer. His past, now that it was behind him, he wanted to let it go. From now on, all he needed to do was to take good care of his treasure, to stay by her side. That would be enough.
Han Jiaojiao had never heard anyone in the mansion mention Han Yi’s biological mother. Dad Han had been a widower for many years when he met her step-mother. All she knew was that Dad Han’s former wife had passed away from an illness, but she was not sure what kind of illness it was.
So, did her brother lose his mother when he was very young... Was he heartbroken, grieving?
Han Jiaojiao lifted her face and gently touched Han Yi’s lips with hers, feeling sorry for him.
The initiative taken by Han Jiaojiao warmed Han Yi’s heart, and a strange thought suddenly struck him—perhaps if he showed just a bit of vulnerability, his little sister would...
As Han Yi considered it, a dejected look appeared on his face, the melancholy pouring out from his eyes.
Seeing the sorrowful face before her, Han Jiaojiao felt even more compassion for him, her body leaning in even more dependently, her tender and careful kisses falling down as light as feathers.
His desire growing stronger, Han Yi couldn’t resist any longer. He grabbed her chin and their lips met, skillfully prying open her lips. Their kiss heated up in an instant; he greedily drew in the sweet scent of the young girl while his fingers audaciously slid beneath her clothes...
—This kind of fortune delivered to one’s door, one would be a fool not to take advantage of it.
