Chapter 127: Chapter 127 - 127 127 dramas

Chapter 127: 127 dramas Chapter 127: 127 dramas Su Cheng had just stepped into the elevator when suddenly two bloodstained hands stretched out and forced the elevator doors open; the person who entered was Yang Kaitai.

He felt a sense of surprise in his heart and couldn’t help but size up Yang Kaitai. Not only did he have a swollen nose and bruised face, but there was also a gash on his forehead, and his down jacket was torn with the filling spilling out, making him look utterly wretched.

Feeling his gaze, Yang Kaitai glared at him viciously, “What are you looking at? Want to get hit?”

“He doesn’t recognize me?” Su Cheng thought to himself and without saying another word, he turned away.

Once the elevator reached the top floor, Yang Kaitai swiftly walked out, stopping in front of a certain room’s door. The knocking was thunderously loud.

Shortly after, a crack opened in the door and Xia Ning’s face peeked out from the gap.

And coincidentally, as Su Cheng passed by outside the room, he unexpectedly locked eyes with Xia Ning, both somewhat surprised.

If Su Cheng wasn’t there, Xia Ning wouldn’t have let Yang Kaitai in so easily; but with Su Cheng there, she feared Yang Kaitai might stir up trouble, so she quickly opened the door and pulled Yang Kaitai inside.

Yang Kaitai was also somewhat surprised. He had been ready to threaten Xia Ning, but to his surprise, he had managed to enter the room without uttering a single word, casting a suspicious glance at Su Cheng before he went in.

Su Cheng felt this night was far too restless. He composed himself in front of Fu Han’s door before raising his hand to knock.

“Who is it?” Fu Han’s gentle voice immediately responded.

Her voice, like magic, made the weight on Su Cheng’s heart suddenly take wing and soar skyward. He composed himself and said as calmly as possible, “It’s me.”

Seconds later, the door opened and Fu Han, wearing a black knitted dress, stood in the doorway looking at Su Cheng. For some reason, her face was slightly flushed as she hesitantly asked, “It’s… so late, why… why have you come?”

A bad premonition arose in Su Cheng’s heart, and he forced a strained smile, “I came to see you. Is it okay if I come in?”

“Ah…” Clearly panicked, Fu Han’s mouth hung open, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly, footsteps came from inside the room, and a rush of anger rose within Su Cheng as he suddenly pushed the door open, “Who’s inside your room?”

There was no need for Fu Han to answer. As soon as the door was pushed open, He Xing was standing less than fifty centimeters away from Fu Han. His white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a chest and abdomen that, while not overly muscular, had clear and appealing lines.

But now was not the time to think about that. With eyes to see, Su Cheng could tell what had just happened inside the room.

Even though he knew deep down that he wasn’t Fu Han’s real boyfriend, his heart belonged only to Fu Han. When he saw her being intimate with someone else, he realized he was going crazy.

But what good was going crazy? Could he really get angry at Fu Han?

Su Cheng wore a desolate smile and slowly turned around, “I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

Fu Han was bewildered; she clearly sensed something was wrong with Su Cheng. Not having time to look back at He Xing, she hurried after Su Cheng, and finally caught up with him at the elevator, “Su Cheng, are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” Su Cheng pulled a smile that looked more pained than crying, looking at Fu Han with a bowed head, noticing she was barefoot without shoes, wearing only a form-fitting knitted shirt. He felt a pang of distress, “Why did you come out like this? What if you catch a cold? Hurry back inside.”

As he spoke, he started to take off his own coat to put it on Fu Han.

Fu Han hurriedly stopped him, “I’m not cold. Are you really okay? He Xing just came for a meal, and we…”

The image of He Xing’s bare chest flashed through Su Cheng’s mind. His heart ached as he forcefully stopped himself from thinking any further and nodded persistently, cutting off Fu Han, “I understand, you don’t need to explain. We’re not like a normal couple anyway.”

After speaking, he put on the brightest smile he could muster at that moment and, without giving Fu Han another chance to speak, stepped into the elevator.

The moment the elevator doors closed, he heard He Xing’s scolding, “Xiaohan, why did you come out without your clothes and shoes? Come on, put your shoes on.”

In the elevator’s mirror, Su Cheng saw his own reflection, looking absolutely desolate, as if the sky was about to collapse.

He stayed in his car for nearly two hours, leaving only after the lights in Fu Han’s room went out.

During those two hours, he thought a lot. From the moment he knew of He Xing’s existence, he knew He Xing was different for Fu Han, yet he still stepped into the fray.

Regret it?

After all, she was the first person he liked, and he would regret not trying. Having tried, even if it ended in tragedy, at least he had no regrets.

Having realized this, he suddenly felt much better. Even if He Xing and Fu Han had indeed become intimate, as long as he was still Fu Han’s boyfriend in name, there was still a chance.

…

Fu Han watched as He Xing bent down to put shoes on for her, feeling incredibly conflicted. In the past, when she walked barefoot in winter, He Xing would have only scolded her, forcing her to put on shoes, never like now.

The light shone on He Xing’s head, causing his well-groomed hair to reflect the light and form a halo that captured her gaze.

She silently sighed in her heart. Why was she still moved by the small things He Xing did for her even now, after having resolved to leave him forever, yet seemingly getting closer to him against all odds?

After He Xing put her shoes on, he patted the back of the shoes and stood up with a smiling face, “There you go, no more cold feet.”

Fu Han, looking at He Xing’s exposed chest, covered her eyes and exclaimed, “He Xing, put on your clothes right now, what are you doing, exposing yourself like this?”

“Who’s exposing themselves?” He Xing’s tone was unusually cheerful, and he leisurely fastened his buttons as he walked toward Fu Han’s room, “The heating in your room is too strong, it’s making me hot, okay?”

Fu Han, left speechless by his retort, huffily followed behind He Xing, “I say, can you now return to your own room? I’m going to sleep.”

“Going, going, I’ll go right now.” He Xing didn’t cling on as he used to; instead, he grabbed his coat and promptly made his way out with an irrepressible smile on his handsome face.

This left Fu Han utterly confused. She couldn’t understand how in just a few minutes, He Xing’s mood could change so drastically as if he had found a pie falling from the sky.

Of course, she didn’t know that before He Xing put on her shoes, she had no idea his shirt was unbuttoned.

He Xing returned to his room and burst into laughter, feeling incredibly clever for having come up with the idea of using disheveled clothing to deal with Su Cheng.