Chapter 107: Chapter 107 - 107 My 107 friends

Chapter 107: My 107 friends Chapter 107: My 107 friends Madam Huangpu gently shook Madam Nangong’s hand and whispered, “Don’t be so hot-tempered, you know what Xiaoqing is like, right? The more you push her, the less likely she is to compromise.”

Madam Nangong’s expression changed, and her round face soon showed a pleasant and affable smile that looked very approachable, “Alright, Xiaoqing, I was wrong just now. Can’t you stop being mad at mom for dad and mom coming all the way here for your birthday?”

Nan Qing didn’t directly answer her question but instead glanced at Fu Han. Once Fu Han revealed a sweet smile, Nan Qing reluctantly agreed.

The appearance of these four people disrupted Fu Han’s plans, and she knew that no matter what she arranged, these elders would never agree, so she simply returned to her original spot to sit and eat.

“You’re still in the mood to eat at a time like this?” A cool voice chimed in as a black figure sat opposite her—it was He Xing.

Fu Han took her time chewing and swallowing her food before answering with a serene smile, “Then what do you think I should do?”

He Xing rubbed his forehead and thought for a moment before saying with a contemplative smile, “You would get angry, throw a tantrum, find a way to send them away; if you couldn’t do anything, you would cry.”

“Were my tears so worthless before?” Fu Han tilted her head and smiled.

In the dim light of the corner, Fu Han’s face shone as if it were glowing, matched with her smile she looked particularly mischievous and cute—like the first wintersweet blooming in spring.

He Xing’s eyes lit up, his gaze deep as the ocean, charged with a powerful assertiveness, “You should not smile so readily at others in the future.”

Fu Han’s face flushed with heat, but she still bravely retorted, “What’s it to you?”

She expected He Xing to be annoyed, but instead he started to laugh, “It’s not my business now, but it will be sooner or later.”

Fu Han had felt since she was little that He Xing’s smile was magical; no matter how upset you were at him, just one smile from him and you’d forget why you were angry.

“I don’t have time to listen to you spouting nonsense.” Fu Han’s heart raced, as noisy as the banging of gongs and the beating of drums, and she hurriedly got up; the only thing she could think to do was to keep her distance from He Xing.

After she had taken a few steps, she heard He Xing say leisurely, “Xiaohan, don’t be afraid of anything you encounter later, I’ll always be here.”

Before Fu Han had even walked two steps, Su Cheng came rushing over, pulling Fu Han towards the backyard, saying there was something very important he needed to tell her.

It was the same transparent Octagonal Gazebo, where Fu Han sat on a bench clutching her chest feeling almost out of breath, “You… what is it that you have to tell me?”

Su Cheng wasn’t much better off; his forehead was damp with sweat, and steam seemed to rise from his head, “Fu Han, my parents want to meet you… is that okay?”

“Of course, it’s okay.” Fu Han agreed without hesitation, as Su Cheng had told her from the beginning of their dating agreement that he didn’t want his parents always introducing him to girlfriends, and Fu Han was mentally prepared for this.

But seeing Su Cheng’s face grow even more agitated after her response, he paced back and forth in the pavilion, babbling, “Fu Han, my parents are different from others… they’ll definitely make it tough for you… ah, perhaps we shouldn’t go after all.”

“Whatever you say is fine by me.” Fu Han replied indifferently. In contrast to Su Cheng’s agitation, her calmness somehow made it even more unsettling.

Su Cheng rushed up to Fu Han and yanked her to her feet, “Okay, let’s go. Forget about them.”

“But what about Nan Qing’s birthday?” Fu Han shook off Su Cheng’s hand, “Even if your parents are in a hurry, they won’t need to see me in the middle of the night. We agreed to make today a happy birthday for Nan Qing, didn’t we?”

“Fu Han, you don’t understand. My parents just…”

However, before Su Cheng could finish, a somewhat familiar female voice interrupted, “Xiaocheng, so this is where you’ve been?”

Fu Han looked in the direction the voice came from and saw two people approaching them. Against the light, she couldn’t see their faces clearly, but she recognized the voice as belonging to the couple that had accompanied Nan Qing’s parents.

Indeed, within a few breaths, the couple stood before them. The middle-aged woman wore a smile all over her face, “Xiaocheng, aren’t you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?”

Su Cheng stepped forward, somewhat stuttering as he partly shielded Fu Han, “Yes, this is my girlfriend, Fu Han… Mom, Dad, I really like her.”

Fu Han looked at Su Cheng’s back and could clearly see him shaking, and she felt that the last part of his sentence sounded almost like a plea.

She didn’t quite understand what was going on. Su Cheng had said his parents were eager for him to date. Shouldn’t they be happy to see his “girlfriend”, especially since they didn’t know she was a fake?

And Su Cheng had claimed his parents were just ordinary people, so why would they be with the chairman and his wife of Nangong Group, and why did they seem to know each other so well?

Su Cheng’s mother stepped forward, scrutinizing Fu Han from head to toe with an icy and critical gaze, almost ready to show her dissatisfaction plainly on her face.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally raised her chin and said, “Fu Han, although our Huangpu Family may not compare to the He Family, we still have our standards. Since you’re dating my son, your every word and deed will reflect upon the Huangpu Family, do you understand?”

“Huangpu?” Fu Han turned to look at Su Cheng, “Aren’t you surnamed Su? How come you’re a Huangpu?”

“My son wanted to be self-sufficient, and hiding his last name was just a necessary disguise,” stated Madam Huangpu haughtily, “You’re dating my son and you don’t even know his real identity? It seems my son doesn’t like you that much after all.”

Fu Han’s face darkened with anger churning within her.

But before Fu Han could speak, Su Cheng already blurted out first, “Mom, must you talk like that? Just because my girlfriend isn’t Nan Qing, you have to make things difficult for her?”

After saying that, he quickly turned to Fu Han and said, “I’m sorry, Fu Han, I didn’t tell you beforehand; I’ll explain everything to you later.”

In fact, they both misunderstood Fu Han’s mood. She remained somewhat calm, but she didn’t expect Su Cheng to say what he did in such a situation.

On the other side, Su Cheng began to address Madam Huangpu again, “Mom, you like Nan Qing, that’s true, and she is indeed a good girl. She’s already your goddaughter, do you still need to have her become your daughter-in-law?”

Madam Huangpu’s expression changed as she stared at Su Cheng in surprise, speechless for a while, apparently shocked by what he had said.