Chapter 111: Chapter 111 - 111 111 friends let bygones be bygones

Chapter 111: 111 friends let bygones be bygones Chapter 111: 111 friends let bygones be bygones When he had drunk more than half of his mug of beer, Ji Liangchuan put down his cup, looked around, and leaned in close to He Xing, asking in a low voice, “How is the investigation on those matters coming along?”

He Xing’s eyes narrowed: “It indeed cannot be separated from the Xia Family.”

“Are you saying that both of Fu Han’s injuries and the photo incident during the ‘Traverse the World’ photography competition were orchestrated by the Xia Family?” Even someone as mentally strong as Ji Liangchuan couldn’t help but be surprised.

He Xing’s long lashes fluttered, hiding the shine in his eyes: “The photos of me and Xia Ning have been confirmed to have been taken by someone hired by Xia Cheng. Regarding Fu Han being ambushed twice, I’ve only found that the Xia Group had a problematic expenditure of five million around that time, but there isn’t anything more.”

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Ji Liangchuan smacked his lips, looking eager for a good show, and asked, “If it is ultimately proven that the Xia Group took action against Fu Han, what will you do?”

He Xing’s back straightened suddenly, but as if there was an invisible mountain pressing down on it, he slowly lowered his head: “I never answer hypothetical questions.”

…

The next morning, the doorbell rang.

Fu Han, wearing slippers and groggy with sleep, went to open the door, dark circles under her eyes, clearly having slept poorly the night before.

It was Nan Qing standing outside; she had left her keys at the studio.

It was too cold last night, and Fu Han’s phone had shut off. Only after she had finished washing up and lay in bed did she turn on the phone, to find many missed calls and unread messages on Whatsapp.

Nan Qing had sent a message to Fu Han, saying she had been taken back home by her parents and that she would bring breakfast over for Fu Han in the morning.

Fu Han felt like she had just fallen asleep when Nan Qing woke her up. Too sleepy to function, she said nothing and turned around, intending to go back to sleep.

“Hold on, I bought your favorite soup dumplings. Eat before you sleep,” Nan Qing caught Fu Han’s sleeve, looking at her with a careful and beseeching gaze.

Fu Han’s sleepiness faded by half, and she looked at Nan Qing in surprise. In just one night, Nan Qing seemed to have become a different person, cautious in every word and action.

At breakfast, Nan Qing was even more attentive, taking the initiative to fetch bowls and chopsticks for Fu Han, and even preparing the dipping sauce for her.

Having shared so many meals together, this was the first time Fu Han felt so uncomfortable.

After she ate three soup dumplings, she put down her chopsticks, and Nan Qing immediately asked with concern, “Why aren’t you eating anymore? Doesn’t it suit your taste? There are also steamed dumplings. Would you like to try them?”

As she spoke, Nan Qing pushed a plate of steamed dumplings toward Fu Han with a beaming smile.

Fu Han sighed helplessly, looking at Nan Qing: “Since when do you tread on eggshells when talking to me? It’s just that you didn’t tell me about your Lady status in advance, is it really necessary to act like this?”

“You’re not angry?” Nan Qing’s eyes widened as she looked at Fu Han, surprised as if she had discovered a new continent.

Fu Han smiled: “You did conceal your identity, but I’m no fool, I can feel that our friendship is genuine, that’s enough for me.”

“Absolutely, you are my best friend, that’s for sure,” Nan Qing said, smiling while haphazardly wiping tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve: “It’s all your fault for getting sentimental before I even spoke, making me cry.”

Fu Han spread her hands in a helpless gesture: “Oh? Then say what you want to say. I’m all ears.”

“I can’t say it now,” Nan Qing said helplessly, her face flushed with an unhealthy shade of red as she suddenly became bashful: “Um, Fu Han, there’s something else I want to tell you. Actually, I’ve liked Su Cheng for many years, and we…”

“I know, Nan Qing, you don’t have to tell me that,” Fu Han interrupted Nan Qing quickly, not wanting her friend to reopen her wounds just to seek forgiveness.

“No, let me finish.” Nan Qing insisted on speaking, determined to tell the whole story about her and Su Cheng to Fu Han, including her confession and rejection, as well as the relationship between their parents.

After listening, Fu Han finally understood why both Su Cheng’s and Nan Qing’s parents didn’t like her—it was likely that in the eyes of these elders, she was a despicable third party, disrupting what was supposed to be a perfect match between Su Cheng and Nan Qing.

After Nan Qing finished telling everything, she said earnestly to Fu Han: “I’m not telling you all this to make you feel guilty. Love cannot be forced; even if you hadn’t appeared, Su Cheng wouldn’t have liked me. So you should be with him without any guilt.”

Fu Han’s eyes also moistened, especially after comparing Nan Qing and Xia Ning, she felt even more the preciousness of Nan Qing as a friend.

Xia Ning could repeatedly harm Fu Han because of He Xing, while Nan Qing would never trip her up behind her back because of Su Cheng.

Even, Fu Han once felt that she and Nan Qing relied on each other for survival in A city; but now, recalling it, she felt Nan Qing had a home but wouldn’t return, whereas she had no home to go back to.

The two friends thawed their previous misunderstandings, but breakfast had already turned cold.

Nan Qing told Fu Han to go get cleaned up while she clumsily reheated the food.

Fu Han had planned to sleep until the world turned dark, but all thoughts of sleep were gone after Nan Qing’s disruption, so she simply got out of bed.

Today was the commencement ceremony for the movie “Yearn for Return,” the timing of which had been carefully calculated for two o’clock in the afternoon.

After breakfast, Nan Qing asked Fu Han what she wanted to do. Given that it was still early, Fu Han thought they could go shopping for some daily necessities. She had heard that once involved with the movie, it would be hard to get time off, and she didn’t like asking for leave.

Upon hearing about shopping, Nan Qing’s interest was instantly piqued. She excitedly changed into a new outfit and pulled Fu Han out with her.

Last night had brought heavy snow, but such was the weather in A City that most of the snow had melted by the morning. Only the occasional remnants could be seen clinging to the leaves.

“It’s so rare that we get a big snowfall, and I hadn’t even gotten to enjoy it before it disappeared,” Nan Qing lamented.

Fu Han chuckled at her theatrics: “Come off it. If you really want to see snow, just take a two-hour train ride to H City.”

“It’s no fun going alone. But once you guys get settled over there, I could come and visit the set,” Nan Qing giggled, hailing a taxi and getting in.

Two women shopping together can be a frightening thing—they might find a store that matches their tastes and leave nothing behind.

Fu Han and Nan Qing were just like that. The store they were browsing now specialized in creative brands with a focus on sister outfits, and the distinct style suited Fu Han and Nan Qing perfectly.

They bought three sets of sister outfits in one go. Had Fu Han not maintained a shred of sanity, Nan Qing would likely have continued her shopping spree.