He instinctively reached out and wanted to hang up the phone, but his fingers stopped when his fingers touched the screen.
He looked as though he was contemplating something as he let the phone ring and break the silence in the car. That was when he softly swiped the phone screen and took the call.
He didn't say anything but heard the vague sound of her opening the door.
Soon enough, the phone fell silent. He figured she must've stopped everything she was doing to take the call.
Neither of them said a word.
The silence lasted for two seconds before Cheng Weiwan finally gave in. "You...you called?"
Han Zhifan still didn't say anything, but her question reminded him of the man who answered the phone earlier. The corners of his lips couldn't help but tighten.
On the phone, Cheng Weiwan stayed silent for a moment. Then, seeing as Han Zhifan wasn't saying anything, she added, "Is something the matter?"
"Dialed the wrong number," replied Han Zhifan quickly. His tone of voice sounded cold and flat as though he had nothing to do with her.
Cheng Weiwan instantly didn't know what to say to Han Zhifan. She thought about it for a moment then figured she didn't want to bother saying anything anyway and wanted to hang up just like that. However, the moment she lowered the phone from her ears, Cheng Weiwan thought about Hanhan.
Hanhan left her side only ten days ago. However, it felt like a century had passed.
For the past ten days, she hadn't been able to sleep each night. She was always alone in the house in a daze. Every now and then, she would cry out, "Hanhan, eat some fruit," "Hanhan, mummy's going to take you to take a bath," or "Hanhan, it's time for your bedtime story."
Every time, she was met with a room of silence. Then she sat there in a daze like a fool for a long time before she realized Hanhan wasn't with her anymore.
The past ten days, she practically ran to his villa every night.
His courtyard was large, so she couldn't hear anything from inside and didn't know if Hanhan was doing well or not.
On more than one occasion, she wanted to call him and ask if Hanhan cried from moving to a new house. She wanted to ask if he was sick. He had this old illness in the past when she tried to leave him at a nursery. As soon as she left, he developed a fever and didn't get better until they returned home.
Cheng Weiwan wrestled with the thought for a long time but she eventually and quietly said it. "Errrmm... How's Hanhan?"
Things would've been better if Cheng Weiwan hadn't asked about the child. However, as soon as she did, Han Zhifan's temper flared up. "What's it to you?!"
Han Zhifan's merciless words suppressed Cheng Weiwan so hard that she couldn't say another word. However, he didn't show any signs of stopping there. He continued with an even more hurtful tone as he said, "Do you still see yourself as his mother? Let me tell you this. He's going to have a new mother soon. By then, the person he'll be calling mother will be his true mother!"
"Also, stop calling him Hanhan. He's going to have a new name soon enough. Don't worry. I told you I won't leave a single connection to you at all. I'll go as far as changing his name!"
Han Zhifan roared in tremendous anger for a long time before the phone fell silent again.
He instinctively wanted to continue speaking, but the thought suddenly slipped his mind. He waited for a while with his phone in hand, but seeing as Cheng Weiwan remained silent as ever, he felt even sadder for some reason. In the end, he lowered the phone from his ear in a fit of rage and violently pressed the button to hang up the call.