Chapter 105: Chapter 105 - 105 105 Understanding People

Chapter 105: 105 Understanding People Chapter 105: 105 Understanding People “I won’t say it, and I’m not interested in saying it,” He Xing’s gaze flickered as he sighed inaudibly, “This is between you two, it has nothing to do with me.”

Nan Qing watched He Xing walk away, lost in thought. Although He Xing’s demeanor was distant, he spoke with measure and never made others uncomfortable.

Moreover, she had seen He Xing kiss Fu Han several times, and even though Fu Han pushed him away each time, Nan Qing felt that Fu Han wasn’t truly angry with him.

Putting aside her own feelings for Su Cheng, she genuinely thought that Fu Han and He Xing were a better match. Their interactions were like evenly matched combatants in a verbal sparring, no one completely overwhelmed the other—it was more interesting that way.

Nan Qing’s gaze swept across the hall and landed on Xia Ning approaching He Xing again. For some reason, she felt annoyed, finding Xia Ning extremely irritating as if she wished she could drive Xia Ning away.

The banquet soon began, and Fu Han took the stage first to give a speech, thanking the guests and expressing her particular appreciation for her friend, Nan Qing. Finally, she said emotionally, “Nan Qing, I hope that in the future, you get everything you wish for and fulfill all your desires.”

Su Cheng also stood by Fu Han to say a few words, basically that Nan Qing was a very important person in his life—more than a sister in every word that spoke of familial love.

Standing under the stage, Nan Qing listened intently, her eyes already brimming slightly with tears.

When it was her turn to take the stage, her voice was choked up and her speech not as fluent, but she tried hard to control herself and not let her tears fall.

The dinner officially started in a buffet style.

The chef for tonight’s dinner was specially invited by Su Cheng, from a restaurant Nan Qing often visited.

Dinner and the dance took place simultaneously. If one didn’t want to eat, they could dance instead; if not interested in dancing, they could ask the skilled bartender to mix a special drink at the bar.

Wearing a tailor-made black tailcoat, Su Cheng stood in front of Nan Qing, “Sister, may I have the honor of inviting you to dance the first dance?”

Nan Qing hesitated as she looked at his outstretched hand, “Shouldn’t you be dancing the first dance with Fu Han, why with me?”

“Today, you’re the protagonist, of course we should cater to you,” Su Cheng said with a brilliant smile reminiscent of the warmest afternoon sun, “besides, Fu Han explicitly told me, she won’t get jealous.”

Looking around, Nan Qing made eye contact with Fu Han, then turned back to Su Cheng with a smile, “I can accept your invitation, but you’ll have to dance the next one with Fu Han, or she will lose face today.”

“Do I need you to tell me that?” Su Cheng laughed heartily, showing off his adorable canine teeth, “I am her boyfriend, how could I let her lose face?”

Nan Qing’s hand rested on Su Cheng’s shoulder, and his hand on her waist. With a gentle lead, he had already taken Nan Qing into the center of the dance floor.

Seeing this, Fu Han immediately told the sound technician, “Put on some blues.”

As the smooth music began, Nan Qing’s eyes lit up. She looked up at Su Cheng, “Did you arrange this?”

“It was Fu Han,” said Su Cheng, his eyes becoming especially gentle as he mentioned her name, looking towards Fu Han he whispered, “She knew you’ve played this music several times, asked me, and knowing you could dance to it, she arranged it.”

“But I remember you didn’t know how to dance before,” Nan Qing stared at Su Cheng with wide eyes, “Don’t tell me you specifically learned to dance to accompany me?”

“You’re mistaken,” Su Cheng deftly led Nan Qing through a turn, slightly lifting his head towards the direction behind her, “I indeed learned this dance recently, but it was for Xiaohan.”

Bang!

Nan Qing felt her heart shatter into pieces but she immediately concealed it, cheekily replying, “Then I don’t need to thank you. I should thank Fu Han directly.”

“You’re smart,” Su Cheng laughed loudly, revealing his cute little fangs.

Nan Qing laughed along, but her heart grew heavy. She could feel that Fu Han had been intentionally creating opportunities for her to meet and spend time with Su Cheng.

To say she wasn’t unhappy would be false, but at that moment, Nan Qing genuinely despised that part of herself that knew everything yet pretended to be ignorant. She gritted her teeth and made a silent decision in her heart.

With her camera in hand, Fu Han took several shots of Nan Qing and Su Cheng in the center of the dance floor. She couldn’t force Su Cheng to fall in love with Nan Qing, but she could use the same tactics on Su Cheng that she had used on Luo Qinghe.

She had asked Su Cheng to accompany Nan Qing on her birthday as a platonic male friend, and she had agreed in advance to take some photos for them.

Now, she was reviewing the photos in her camera to see how they turned out when someone tapped her shoulder, “Fu Han, you are the most magnanimous person I’ve ever met.”

As she turned around, she saw Luo Qinghe, impeccably dressed in a suit that made him look tall and striking. This was the second time Fu Han had seen him in a suit, and she had to admit he looked good.

But…

Fu Han frowned, “Luo Qinghe, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were here to cause trouble. Can’t you put a smile on your face?”

“I can’t,” Luo Qinghe said with a wry smile, “unless you let me dance with Nan Qing.”

“That’s easy,” Fu Han said, still smiling in Nan Qing’s direction, “She’s not the type to be petty. As long as you ask her gracefully, she won’t refuse.”

“I really can’t understand how He Xing and Su Cheng put up with your dullness; can’t you take a joke?” Luo Qinghe lifted his hand and lightly knocked on Fu Han’s forehead.

“That hurts, you know,” Fu Han tried to suppress the thoughts about Luo Qinghe’s previous comment, retorting without backing down, “Yes, yes, I know I’m not as interesting as Bai Wei, okay?”

She was about to turn away when she unexpectedly fell into a warm embrace.

That familiar scent…

Fu Han pushed the person away and stepped back two paces, then, standing firm, she looked up calmly at He Xing, “President He, I’m sorry, I bumped into you.”

He Xing rubbed his chest, his brows furrowed, “Tell me, how do you plan to compensate?”

Luo Qinghe covered his mouth dramatically. That remark seemed to have hit him hard, no, it was more of an inspiration.

Fu Han’s face flushed slightly as she looked down, eager to leave the predicament, “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you’re saying, and I’ve never heard of anyone needing compensation for a little bump.”

“Dance with me, and I’ll let it slide,” He Xing stretched out his arm and pulled Fu Han back, his grip on her waist firm as iron.

Fu Han’s face felt ablaze as she glanced at Luo Qinghe, trying to struggle again, “Let go of me, I have something important to handle, no time to dance.”