Deceitful Game

Chapter 119 Gao Fan's Parents

Chapter 119 Gao Fan's Parents

When the three returned to Gao Fan's stronghold, they did not see any other charlatans.

At the very end of the line, Mingpo cautiously looked around before slowly closing the door.

It seems that—at least for now—the area around Gao Fan's house is relatively safe.

So it turns out that only the charlatans in one's neighborhood like to cause trouble?

Mingpo felt somewhat relieved, yet also a little regretful.

I thought we were getting an extra meal.

"Every time I see such a big house, I can't help but sigh—"

Ai Shiping stood at the doorway, arms outstretched, shouting, "My God!"

"Don't block the way."

Mingpo turned around and lightly kicked Ai Shiping in the shin, causing his legs to buckle and him to stumble a few steps before he straightened up: "If you want to praise the sun, go inside and praise it then."

"Hehehe————"

Ai Shiping chuckled and hurried inside, afraid that Mingpo would follow him again.

He looked around at the surrounding scenery and sighed, "It's not easy. I'm one of those people in Shanghai who can afford to live in a villa—it's unbelievable."

"So you mean you think my place is too small?"

"How could that be, Godfather?"

Ai Shiping, however, just grinned and complained, "Heaven and earth bear witness, godfather!"

Mingpo ignored him and walked towards Gao Fan.

After Gao Fan entered the room, he huddled inside the sofa. From behind, it looked as if he had melted away and vanished, swallowed whole by the sofa monster.

"What's wrong, Xiaofan?"

Mingpo leaned on Gao Fan's head, her arms propped on the sofa: "Are you in a bad mood?"

He spoke with a rather serious expression.

Although you could hear the concern in your voice, there was no warmth—it was almost like a strict homeroom teacher coming up to you and asking, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood today?"

They can't even tell whether the next sentence is meant to comfort you or scold you.

However, Ai Shiping knew that this was actually Mingpo's kind of concern.

He genuinely wanted to help Gao Fan.

That's just how Mingpo is—he will indeed ask others if they need help, but he has no interest in coaxing people.

For example, if someone falls down on the roadside or cries loudly in public, Mingpo will try to help if the person genuinely needs assistance, attempting it earnestly two or three times. However, if after three attempts the person continues to talk nonsense, throw a tantrum, cry, and ignore her, Mingpo will turn away with a dark expression.

Mingpo didn't have the patience to serve others politely.

Those who deliberately vent their emotions on others, crying and sobbing instead of getting to the point, will only increase Mingpo's annoyance.

If it's Ai Shiping, it depends on whether he's available—if he is, he usually helps people to the end.

However, from Ai Shiping's perspective, this only further illustrates the value of amber.

Because Ai Shiping knew that he was different from himself.

Ai Shiping truly derives pleasure from helping others—although he appears cheerful, he always harbors a deep-seated anxiety and unease. A strong sense of unworthiness burns like an inextinguishable evil fire within him, occasionally waking him from his dreams.

That is a mental illness known as "survivor syndrome".

If he can truly help others, this anger can be quelled. Because that means his life has meaning.

From this perspective, helping others is a form of "self-entertainment" for Ai Shiping. He genuinely derives pleasure and revitalizes himself from it. He simply helps others incidentally in the process.

But it is different from amber.

He has always hated trouble and stupidity.

Mingpo neither draws strength from the admiration and praise of others; she only feels embarrassed and uncomfortable.

I feel unwell all over.

It was precisely because Mingpo knew that Ai Shiping's changing way of addressing him—from "brother" to "grandfather"—was just a lighthearted joke that Mingpo accepted Ai Shiping as a friend.

If Ai Shiping truly believed that Mingpo had done him a great favor and was a benefactor to whom he owed a debt of gratitude—then Mingpo would have kicked him out long ago.

—That's just how eccentric and awkward he is.

In this situation, Mingpo was able to endure his inner discomfort and earnestly help others—that is to say, he chose to do good deeds even when he did not receive positive feedback from others.

Furthermore, because Mingpo cannot gain strength from praise and is afraid of causing trouble for himself afterward, Mingpo usually helps others anonymously and never leaves his name or contact information.

This is precisely why Ai Shiping admires Mingpo.

Even though Mingpo's personality is rather lazy, arrogant to the point of being haughty, obsessive-compulsive, prone to internal conflict, taciturn, and has violent tendencies—

But Ai Shiping still believed that Mingpo was more noble than himself.

Fortunately, although Gao Fan didn't know Mingpo's personality, he cleverly avoided Mingpo's trigger points: "What I'm thinking about is—could there have actually been an accident in the deaths of my parents?"

Whenever Mingpo asked, Gao Fan would answer directly.

Neither pretentious nor tearful;

It neither beats around the bush nor riddles people.

Mingper really appreciates this efficient communication.

He nodded in satisfaction and said, "Explain in detail."

"My parents died in a car accident—that's the theoretical case."

Gao Fan said softly, "That was the day I graduated from elementary school—"

He recounted the stories he had experienced.

"Our elementary school graduation ceremony includes a ritual that requires parental participation. After the teachers finish speaking, it's the parents' turn to speak, followed by a ceremony of giving the children blessings, hugs, letters, gifts, and so on, and then a group photo."

"Therefore, even though my parents are very busy with work, they decided to attend my graduation ceremony on that day as well."

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Did something happen on the way?

Mingpo raised an eyebrow and asked.

According to the usual plot, it should be about like this.

Gao Fan was neither angered nor saddened by Ming Po.

He simply nodded silently and slowly. Because that was the truth, and he had already accepted it.

"My father never drives. It just so happened that on that day, he chose to drive himself instead of having the driver help him. And the driver was clearly at home."

"It was a traffic light, and instead of slowing down, my father accelerated, seemingly trying to rush across before the yellow light ended, but he was a second too late. Meanwhile, the dump truck coming from the perpendicular direction had just turned green—it was speeding across at full speed without stopping or slowing down."

"The dump truck hit him just as my father's car came hurtling towards him. I've seen the dashcam footage—"

From the perspective of the dump truck driver, my father's truck seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Besides, my father was the one who violated the rules, so I don't really have anything to say.

Gao Fan's voice was low and deep.

He pulled down his hat, covering most of his face.

"I don't have much to say"—this sentence is easy to say, but Ai Shiping can't even imagine how Gao Fan "let go" at that time.

He went from being a winner in life with both parents and a large family fortune to an orphan in an instant.

But he didn't make a fuss—simply accepting the fact because the fault lay with his own family.