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Chapter 538 Han Shiyu Released from Prison?

The room fell silent, with only the occasional whistling of the wind coming from outside the window.

Fang Li knew he couldn't stay any longer.

It's been over a week since he returned from Mamba, and there are still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with in the capital, especially within the Han family, where undercurrents are probably already surging.

Han Xi put down the towel, bent down and hugged her, gently resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice low and gentle: "Don't worry, I'll handle it."

His embrace was warm and strong, carrying a faint scent of shower gel, which gradually relaxed Fang Li's tense heartstrings.

She leaned against him, listening to his strong heartbeat, and whispered, "I know you have a lot to do. Don't worry, I won't make you stay with me."

That being said, the reluctance in my heart is truly unbearable.

She didn't say what came next, but Han Xi understood.

He tightened his arms, holding her even closer: "I'll come back to pick you up as soon as I've finished dealing with things in the capital."

Fang Li pursed her lips and nodded: "Mm."

Just then, Han Xi's phone, which was on the bedside table, suddenly rang.

The words "Lin Mo" appeared on the screen.

Han Xi released Fang Li and picked up his phone to answer. "Hello?"

Han Xi's expression gradually darkened, and his eyes sharpened, though he didn't know what Lin Mo said on the other end of the phone.

He would only occasionally hum in response, his tone revealing little emotion, but Fang Li could sense the chill emanating from him.

After hanging up the phone, Han Xi remained silent for a moment before looking at Fang Li.

His voice was somewhat cold: "My father used his connections to forge a mental health diagnosis certificate for Han Shiyu and transferred her to Airen Mental Hospital in the north of the city."

Fang Li was taken aback for a moment, then frowned.

How could Han Shiyu be so easily "placed" after doing such a thing?

There's one more thing Han Xi didn't mention.

Lin Mo said that when his fourth uncle, Han Shuo, learned about Mamba, there was no news of it at all these past few days, it was unusually quiet.

His third uncle, Han Yi, has been frequently contacting the group's veterans and shareholders these days, and has secretly dined with them several times. I wonder what he's up to.

Seeing Han Xi's silent expression, Fang Li's heart sank, though she didn't know it herself.

The internal struggle within the Han family has probably only just begun.

Compared to the two elders, Han Shuo and Han Yi, who were poised to make a move, Han Shiyu's matter was nothing at all.

At night, the couple lay in bed.

The room was dark because the lights were off.

Only the moonlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains cast a long, thin shadow on the floor.

Han Xi hugged Fang Li from behind, his arms loosely wrapped around her waist, carefully protecting her baby.

Neither of them spoke, but simply gazed at the moonlight, each lost in their own thoughts.

After a long while, Han Xi finally spoke, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet night: "I have to go back to the capital tomorrow."

Fang Li's body stiffened slightly. Although he had known this would be the outcome, an indescribable worry still welled up in his heart when he actually said those words.

"Stay in Haicheng for a few more days."

Han Xi gently kissed her earlobe, his voice so tender it could melt your heart, "I will leave Jiangbei here to protect you. Once I've dealt with things in the capital, I'll come to pick you up."

"Need not."

Fang Li turned around, looked into his deep eyes, and said seriously, "Let Jiang Bei follow you. You need someone by your side. I'm safe at the Xu family's. I'll try to stay in the old house on the mountain during this time and won't go out. Don't worry."

Looking into her determined eyes, Han Xi knew that once she made up her mind, she wouldn't easily change it.

He was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay, then you must take good care of yourself. If anything happens, call me immediately."

"Ah."

Fang Li nodded vigorously, her eyes feeling a little hot.

The next morning, Han Xi had breakfast with Fang Li and then prepared to leave.

Standing at the door, Han Xi repeatedly reminded Fang Li of the precautions, from diet to rest, down to the smallest detail.

Fang Li listened patiently, nodding occasionally, but her heart felt heavy and sour, as if something was blocking it.

"Okay, it's time for me to go."

Han Xi gave her a final hug, his eyes filled with reluctance, "Wait for me to come pick you up."

"Well, be careful along the way."

Fang Li forced back her tears and managed a smile.

As Han Xi's car gradually disappeared from sight, Fang Li's smile slowly faded.

She stood at the door, gazing in the direction the car had disappeared, remaining motionless for a long time.

Not long after, instead of returning to the small building, she turned around and went to the backyard, where she went straight to find Xu Qingrang and her parents.

"Dad, Mom, Grandpa."

Fang Li looked at her family members in front of her, took a deep breath, and said seriously, "I plan to return to the capital."

Xu Qingrang was taken aback for a moment, then frowned: "Han Xi just left, why are you going back so soon? You need to rest and recuperate."

"Yes, Guobao."

The mother also said worriedly, "Han Xi must have something to take care of when he goes back this time. Why are you going back with him? It's better to stay in Haicheng. We can take care of you."

Fang Li shook her head, her eyes resolute: "Xingli Film and Television is still in its early stages. As the general manager, I can't keep skipping work. Everyone has returned to work, so I should go back too."

Actually, she was worried about Han Xi.

She is Han Xi's wife, so she should face the storms with him.

Everyone is protecting her, so she should also want to do something to protect the people she wants to protect.

Looking at his granddaughter's determined eyes, Xu Qingrang remained silent for a moment before finally sighing, "Since you've made up your mind, I won't stop you. But you must be careful. If anything happens, call home immediately."

"Well, I will."

Fang Li nodded, her eyes slightly moist.

Although her parents were worried, they also knew Fang Li's temperament; once she made a decision, she wouldn't easily change it.

They could only repeatedly tell her to take good care of herself and pay attention to her health.

Fang Li said she was going back to the capital, but she didn't leave immediately.

After returning to the small building, she first packed her things, and then called Wen Yang to ask when the opening ceremony of "The Dream Never Ends" was scheduled.

Wen Yang mentioned the date, which was two days later.

They planned to go a day early, as the film crew there had already started preparations after the Lunar New Year. Going a day early was also a final confirmation of the procedures.

Fang Li said she would go too, flying directly from Haicheng.

Wen Yang almost jumped for joy on the phone.

Kuncheng.

As soon as I got off the plane, the warm air hit me, a stark contrast to the damp cold of Haicheng.

Fang Li wore sunglasses, a loose and simple knitted dress, a camel-colored fur shawl, and flat lambskin shoes.

I pushed my 20-inch suitcase out of the station exit.

As soon as she stepped outside, she saw Wen Yang, dressed smartly, waving frantically at her from the crowd.

"Pears! Here they are! Over here!"