"Let's go home," Han Weihong's mood seemed good, with the corners of his mouth lifting up. However, while he was happy, it made Han Tong suffer. It's true that one should never offend a woman; the men in the midst of women are truly shrewd. This statement is absolutely correct.

For some reason, Han Tong always had a bad premonition, with his right eyelid twitching.

Han's mother seemed to be in a good mood. She personally went to the kitchen to cook, while Han Suya clung to Han Weihong's side, constantly acting spoiled. Han Weihong was also happy and asked about Han Suya's school situation.

Han Tong felt bored and turned around to leave. It was too tacky to stand there and watch the affection between a father and his daughter. Out of sight, out of mind. It's better for him to just leave, right?

When he saw Han Tong about to go upstairs, Han Weihong asked, "Little Tong, where are you going? We are about to have dinner soon."

Han Tong raised his eyebrows. This heartless father of his had no idea about the rundown place he lived in. Han Tong remembered Aunt Zhang saying that every time Han Weihong came back, Han's mother would arrange for him to stay downstairs and put on a good facade. At that time, young Han Tong was weak and timid, so naturally, he did not dare to resist.

Perhaps this is an opportunity that can improve my current situation. This is no longer the simple love and romance portrayed in novels; this is a real world. Anything incomplete in novels will automatically be filled in this world, and everyone has their own complete identity.

"I..." Han Tong deliberately made a pitiful expression, as if wanting to speak but hesitating. He wanted to gamble, to see if he still held some weight in his father's heart.

Sure, here's the translation of the paragraph:

Sure enough, Han Weihong immediately noticed something was wrong when he saw Han Tong's troubled expression and asked, "What's going on? Tell me."

Han Tong is an illegitimate child, naturally not receiving much respect, but no matter what, he is still his son. He absolutely cannot just sit idly by.

"Madam said I'm not allowed to eat at the table. Every time they finish eating, it's Aunt Zhang who brings me the food..." Han Tong said, his voice choked with tears, expressing his great sense of grievance. See, he hit the right note.

Han Suyan's heart sank as she quickly changed the subject to prevent Han Tong from saying anything else: "Dad, Tong was just joking."

This little vixen, when did she become so eloquent? She's truly perfected her act of feigning tears. If she angers the old man, both she and her mother will face dire consequences!

"You shut up, Xiaotong, continue speaking," Han Weihong interrupted sharply. He had been too indulgent towards them, what kind of matter was this? If it were to spread, he wouldn't be afraid of being ridiculed by others!

Han Suya was so frightened that she immediately fell silent and stood silently to the side, no longer daring to speak.

Madam also said... that I'm just a bastard, not worthy to live in the Han family, and certainly not worthy of calling you dad...

Han Weihong was infuriated when he heard this, and immediately asked, "Where are you currently living?!"

Han Tong was happy when he heard that. His father was really in the groove and quickly got to the point.

"In, in the attic..."

Han Mu rushed over when she heard the sound and saw that Han Weihong's complexion was very poor. She quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Han Weihong laughed angrily, "Is this how you take care of things as a housekeeper? You left my son in that miserable attic?! Are you planning to replace me on the day I fall?!"

Han's mother was completely startled by Han Weihong's sudden shout. She also came from a poor family and had resorted to unconventional means to reach her current position. After enjoying a life of luxury and privilege for so long, she had forgotten her humble origins.

"I've been wrongly accused. It was Xiaotong himself who said he wanted to live in the attic. I wanted him to stay, but he refused. Recently, I don't know what he's been up to, but he wouldn't come down to eat. I had no choice but to ask Aunt Zhang to bring the food upstairs..." Han's mother was not a kind person. She spoke in a way that left no room for doubt, pouring all the blame onto Han Tong's shoulders.

"If you don't believe me, ask Xiaotong," she said, giving him a look that said, 'If you dare shake your head, you're in trouble.' "

Han Tong snorted in his heart. He knew it wouldn't be so easy to handle. Today was just a way to test the waters, anyway. It wouldn't do him any harm, and he had already achieved his goal, so he decided to stop for now.

"It's like this, Father, don't blame Madam. It's all my fault, so if you want to blame someone, blame me," Han Tong said, and tears began to fall down his face with a splash.