Chapter 117: Chapter 117 - 117 117 Melee

Chapter 117: 117 Melee Chapter 117: 117 Melee Dragons have their reverse scales, touch them and you die!

When Xia Ning used to bully Fu Han, she often said this, which was Fu Han’s Achilles’ heel, unsolvable!

Fu Han suddenly looked up at Bai Wei. She hadn’t noticed before, but she was actually half a head taller than Bai Wei, and her momentum had overwhelmed Bai Wei’s in an instant.

She sneered non-stop, “Since you think I’m not worthy of He Xing, then please go persuade him to stop pestering me. That would save me a lot of trouble.”

Bai Wei’s face went from white to red, feeling guilty about what she had just said and angry at being completely suppressed by Fu Han’s presence.

She wanted to refute Fu Han’s words. In fact, she was trying to think of a comeback, but Luo Qinghe’s door opened at that moment.

Luo Qinghe looked at Bai Wei emotionlessly, “Lady Bai thinks Fu Han is not worthy of He Xing, then you must think in your heart that I’m not worthy of you as well. Please, take your cousin who keeps pestering you and leave Fu Han and my world.”

“I…” Bai Wei’s face turned red in panic, and she said incoherently, “I didn’t say I’m not worthy of you, I… I wanted to tell Fu Han not to be ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful?” Luo Qinghe’s half-smile was cold and non-stop, “I think what you want to say is that I’m the ungrateful one. Please direct your anger at me in the future, and don’t take it out on my friend outside my room.”

Bai Wei’s eyes reddened with urgency, and she tried to grab Luo Qinghe’s sleeve but was harshly shaken off.

Large tears slid from the corners of Bai Wei’s eyes, and she looked at Luo Qinghe with a pair of innocent eyes, devastated, “Is this really how you see me?”

Luo Qinghe turned his head away uncomfortably, but in the end, he didn’t say a word.

“Fine, fine, fine.” Bai Wei said the word “fine” three times, her gaze sweeping from Luo Qinghe to Fu Han, pointing at them with tears streaming down her face, “One of you tramples on my sincerity underfoot, the other takes my kindness as malice, you’ve joined hands against me!”

Fu Han had felt slightly guilty seeing Luo Qinghe ruthlessly berating Bai Wei, but now, hearing Bai Wei say she took “kindness as malice”…

Fu Han couldn’t help but sneer inwardly, as she leaned leisurely against the wall, “Does Lady Bai think I, Fu Han, am a fool? If what you just said is kindness, then what’s the difference between me and a blind deaf man?”

“You…” Bai Wei pointed at Fu Han, stomping her foot, her eyes and nose both red, face streaming with snot and tears, “You’re bullying me with Luo Qinghe, you’re no good person either.”

After she finished speaking, she ran back to her own room, crying.

Even if an ordinary person cried so miserably, Fu Han would have felt some pity; let alone Bai Wei, who valued beauty more than life itself.

Even in the works that won Bai Wei awards, she never cried as miserably as she did now.

Fu Han looked at Bai Wei’s tightly closed door with some guilt, feeling that even if she really had grievances against Bai Wei, she shouldn’t have retorted while Bai Wei was being rebuked by Luo Qinghe.

It felt… it felt like bullying the few with the many.

Luo Qinghe didn’t look too pleased either, but he still dragged Fu Han by her knitted hat and led her away, “Weren’t we going to eat? What’s with all the dawdling?”

Fu Han hesitated, “Shouldn’t you go and comfort Bai Wei? She won’t do anything by herself, will she?”

“Don’t worry, even if the whole world was in trouble, she wouldn’t be.” Luo Qinghe’s face regained some color as he spitefully said, “Bai Wei has the style of a top star, with agents, assistants, makeup artists, and PR, all watching her. With so many people looking out for her, you still worry she’ll get into trouble?”

Fu Han thought it made sense, but deep down, she still secretly hoped that something would happen between Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe, especially since Nan Qing really didn’t care for Luo Qinghe.

Meanwhile, Luo Qinghe saw right through her thoughts and couldn’t help but speak again, “Fu Han, you often upset He Xing too. Tell me, why haven’t I seen you go and soothe him afterwards?”

Fu Han’s breath caught, and she self-imposed silence.

She didn’t actually think she often angered He Xing, but He Xing did seem to get angry a lot; as for the matter of soothing someone, unless she was crazy, why would she do that? If she soothed him, wouldn’t that just make her and He Xing even more entangled?

…

After an “argument” with Fu Han, He Xing was in a very bad mood. He had no appetite for food and shut himself in his room, numbing himself with work.

When Liang Tao came to deliver some documents, he casually asked, “President He, did you have dinner with Miss Fu? How do you find the food at this restaurant? If there’s any need for improvement, I can compile a report and email it to the person in charge.”

“I didn’t go for dinner.” He Xing’s already grim face darkened upon hearing the words “Fu Han”: “If there’s nothing else, get out. Don’t stand there getting in my way.”

Liang Tao felt aggrieved. He truly wasn’t trying to poke at He Xing’s sore spot; he was just doing his job. But now, even if he grew mouths all over his body, he couldn’t explain it clearly.

About half an hour later, Liang Tao returned with two bags full of food—stir-fried dishes, bone broth, barbecue, rice, porridge, noodles, beer, everything one could ask for.

“President He, you hardly ate anything at noon, and if you don’t eat again tonight, your stomach won’t hold up. Please eat something,” Liang Tao said, knowing his presence was annoying and that he might be scolded, but what could he do? As an assistant, it was his duty.

Maybe the aroma of the food stimulated He Xing’s empty stomach, and finally, he looked up, but asked a completely unrelated question, “Where is Fu Han having dinner now?”

Liang Tao hurriedly replied, “President He, do you want to go over? Then I’ll call Miss Fu.”

“No need.” He Xing stopped him unnaturally, clearing his throat, “I… I was just asking casually, thought you might know.”

Liang Tao barely held back his laughter, and to avoid embarrassment, he covered his mouth and coughed twice, “President He, I just saw Mr. Luo post on social media. They’re having dinner together, three of them, and Mr. Su Cheng is also there.”

“He’s Huangpu Su Cheng; if you’re going to address him, you should call him Mr. Huangpu.” He Xing’s entire aura dropped to a freezing point. The room that was heated suddenly felt colder than the biting cold wind outside the hotel.

Liang Tao shrank his neck and drooped his shoulders, wishing his tall stature could shrink a bit.

The anger in He Xing’s heart surged like a fountain, almost turning into real swords, “What are you still standing here for? Get out!”

Liang Tao, feeling like he had received a pardon, escaped from He Xing’s room.

He was moving so fast he almost bumped into Bai Wei. Quickly apologizing, he said, “Lady Bai, sorry, are you alright?”