Chapter 120: Chapter 120 - 120 120 kisses

Chapter 120: 120 kisses Chapter 120: 120 kisses She was shocked to her core and crouched, trying to dodge, but He Xing’s hand had already grasped her waist, controlling her, leaving her with no escape.

The next second, He Xing’s kiss was coming toward her lips again. Fu Han panicked and raised her voice, “Don’t do this, we’re in the hallway, someone could take a picture.”

“Oh? Then shall we go inside?” He Xing’s deep voice sounded. With a gentle tug of his hand, Fu Han felt as if her feet had left the ground, and her back had already hit the door.

She truly wished she could bite off her tongue. Why couldn’t she stay calm around He Xing and always uttered such ambiguous words?

Without thinking, Fu Han lifted her foot, resolute not to let He Xing enter her room.

But her unlike-to-fail kick was blocked by He Xing, who stopped moving, and looked at Fu Han with a profound gaze: “If you cripple me, what will you do after that? Remain a widow?”

“Who’s going to remain a widow with you!” Fu Han, irate, pressed her elbow against He Xing’s chest, desperately blocking his advance.

Suddenly, a surprised voice sounded not far from them: “What are you doing?”

Fu Han took advantage of He Xing’s distraction to break free from his embrace. It was then that she noticed the door to Xia Ning’s room had somehow opened, and Xia Ning herself, clad in a fuzzy, rabbit-eared pajama, stood in the doorway.

The exaggerated hood of the pajama top shielded most of her face, making it difficult to discern her expression.

He Xing wiped his lips with his thumb, quickly stepped in front of Fu Han, shielding her: “Since you’ve already seen, why ask?”

“But you two have already called off the engagement, haven’t you?” Xia Ning’s voice was coquettish with a mix of shock, as if she had encountered something terribly frightening.

But in reality, Xia Ning was well aware that in He Xing’s heart, calling off their engagement was never a serious matter; moreover, during the photography contest, He Xing had said in front of Xia Ning for her face that anything was possible between them.

However, in actuality, since then He Xing had never appeared in public with Xia Ning alone, and whenever they did appear together, he always deliberately distanced himself from Xia Ning.

Thus, people were increasingly less likely to discuss the relationship between her and He Xing, and many even outright said online that Xia Ning and He Xing were definitely not going to end up together.

Sure enough, He Xing heard this and said without changing his expression: “That was just Fu Han’s words in a fit of pique, they don’t count for real.”

The retort was already on the tip of Fu Han’s tongue, but seeing Xia Ning’s face turn extremely unsightly, she suddenly smiled at Xia Ning and didn’t explain. She just languidly said, “Do as you please, I’m going back to sleep.”

Pissing Xia Ning off for a bit and letting He Xing take advantage temporarily didn’t seem like a big deal, since everyone on the internet already knew about the called-off engagement.

He Xing watched Fu Han leave, then turned and walked toward his room, not sparing Xia Ning a glance.

Xia Ning couldn’t bear such disregard; she shuffled her slippers and scurried ahead to block He Xing: “Brother He Xing, what’s so good about that vixen Fu Han, why are you always with her?”

Gazing at Fu Han’s firmly shut door, He Xing’s eyes softened involuntarily: “Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, and just so happens, Fu Han is the flower I like the most.”

…

The night deepened, and Xia Ning lay in bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The events that had unfolded in the hallway after Fu Han’s departure tormented her mind; she wrapped her arms around He Xing’s neck, pressing her lips towards his, but he dodged away.

Knock, knock, knock!

The sound of knocking came, eerie in the quiet of the night.

Xia Ning rose and asked softly behind the door, “Who’s there?”

“Xiaoning, it’s me, open the door.” A man’s voice came from outside, familiar to Xia Ning, yet she could not immediately recall where she had heard it.

After a moment of thought, reassured by being in a hotel with He Xing just in the next room ready for an emergency shout, she opened the door, thinking the setup would end perfectly with a hero’s rescue.

At the sight of the man outside, she was surprised: “Yang Kaitai, you… how did you get out?”

Yang Kaitai had once tried to take advantage of a drunken Xia Ning until being caught red-handed by Xia Cheng. The siblings kidnapped Yang Kaitai, and after a mix of threats and bribes, he promised to deal with Fu Han for Xia Ning.

This led to an online smear campaign against Fu Han, which concluded with He Xing swiftly capturing the hacker Yang Kaitai had hired, and Yang Kaitai himself was imprisoned as a result.

Xia Guoxiong and Xia Cheng, fearing being implicated by Yang Kaitai, used their connections to arrange a meeting between Xia Ning and Yang Kaitai. What was discussed remains unknown, but Yang Kaitai never mentioned a word about the Xia Family on the stand.

Yang Kaitai, the crown prince of Yang Group, saw his Chairman father make countless efforts to get him out, including substantial charity donations exhausting nearly half their fortune, not to mention establishing connections.

But Xia Ning was unaware of these efforts, thinking Yang Kaitai wouldn’t be free for years by which time she could be Mrs. He and wouldn’t have to fear him.

“Xiaoning, I missed you, so I behaved well in prison to get out early,” Yang Kaitai said while attempting to push the door open, but Xia Ning had secured the safety chain, blocking his entrance.

Xia Ning’s heart pounded, her face pasted with a false smile of enthusiasm: “Kaitai, it’s not convenient to catch up this late. Why don’t you find a hotel to stay tonight, and I’ll treat you to lunch tomorrow? Then, we can talk all you want, okay?”

But Yang Kaitai’s face flushed with anger as he glared at Xia Ning, “Xia Ning, have you forgotten what you said? If you don’t let me in, I’ll start screaming here and let He Xing see what kind of person you really are.”

Under the dim orange light of the hall, Yang Kaitai’s visage looked as frightful as a demonic envoy from hell, his short-cropped hair almost bald and gleaming, and his already ordinary face flushed with rage.

Xia Ning knew Yang Kaitai was in an extremely unstable state of mind and capable of anything.

She did not dare argue, hastily letting him in while trying to silence him.

Since they were staying for a few months, Xia Ning had specially redecorated her room: pink wallpaper, light pink curtains, and countless pink lanterns on the living room ceiling; a soft pink round bed lurked in the suggestive magenta mosquito net, imbuing the chamber with an alluring, hazy beauty.

Taking in the room, Yang Kaitai was handed a glass of red wine by Xia Ning, “Kaitai, have a drink and rest for a bit. Let’s chat for a while.”