Chapter 131: Chapter 131 - 131 131 is not bad

Chapter 131: 131 is not bad Chapter 131: 131 is not bad Fu Han feigned a gnashing of teeth and said, “It’s not too late for you to know now. Just be more cooperative during the shooting later, or else I…”

She didn’t finish her sentence and instead waved her fist at Bai Wei.

However, at this moment, Fu Han reverted to her cute and soft demeanor; her fist-waving gesture was more adorable than threatening.

Luo Qinghe helped Su Cheng deal with the wound on his cheek. Before leaving, Su Cheng cast a complex look at Fu Han without saying a word; in contrast, Fu Han acted naturally, reminding him to take care of his wound and the like.

The subsequent shooting went very smoothly, not because Xia Ning’s acting had suddenly improved, but because her current mood fit the script perfectly. She didn’t need to do anything deliberate, but just follow the director’s instructions.

Even with the overtime caused by a last-minute change of scene, no one complained. This was because Lady Xia Ning had offended too many people in the crew, so everyone felt a great sense of relief when they saw Fu Han take action to teach her a lesson.

Everyone was overjoyed to see Xia Ning with a face swollen like a pig’s head, so much so that working overtime became a pleasurable activity.

…

In a well-known hotel in H City.

In the luxurious private room, a large round table was filled with dishes, all signature meals from the hotel, and the spacious room was filled with the aroma of the food.

Su Cheng was using the black screen of his phone as a mirror, examining his face. Although the swelling had subsided considerably, his facial asymmetry was still evident.

Luo Qinghe was playing a mobile game, glanced over with the corner of his eye and couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re a man, why are you so concerned about your face? It’s not like you rely on your looks to make a living.”

“But it’s still quite embarrassing,” Su Cheng sighed helplessly: “I got hit by a woman, then another woman avenged me, and the one who avenged me is the woman I like. I… sigh…”

“I actually think it’s quite satisfying that Fu Han avenged you,” Luo Qinghe continued to furiously tap on his screen, not pausing his speech: “What’s that behavior of Fu Han called again? Maternal instinct, right? You successfully triggered her protective instinct. From now on, you can just be the man behind her.”

“What are you even talking about,” Su Cheng’s face flushed red as he spoke helplessly: “Men are born to protect women, how can I possibly let Fu Han protect me.”

“Then why didn’t you hit Xia Ning back just now?” Luo Qinghe finally looked up from his phone screen, curiously questioning Su Cheng: “Don’t tell me you couldn’t bear to hit Xia Ning?”

“Of course not.” Su Cheng’s eyes turned red with urgency, but even so, he seriously continued: “My dad told me, a man who hits a woman will never accomplish anything in life.”

“Then I’ll just tell Fu Han later…” Luo Qinghe’s mischievous smile emerged: “Su Cheng said it’s not embarrassing to be hit by a woman, so you don’t need to seek revenge for him, lest your hand hurts.”

“Don’t!” Su Cheng wished he could sew Luo Qinghe’s mouth shut. Facing Luo Qinghe’s meaningful gaze, he explained with a flushed face: “You… you said Fu Han’s maternal instincts have been triggered, and she has a protective desire towards me, right? I… I think that’s not too bad.”

Luo Qinghe spread his hands and laughed helplessly: “You’re too indecisive. It’s either this or that with you. If I were Fu Han, I’d be exhausted being with someone like you.”

One sentence made Su Cheng’s smile collapse, and he looked at Luo Qinghe in shock, a bolt of lightning flashing through his mind as if he had finally understood something.

The door to the private room opened, and Bai Wei and Fu Han came in, laughing and talking. The two men’s gaze immediately shifted to them, and Luo Qinghe stopped his ongoing mobile game as well.

Su Cheng quickly stood up to pull the chair out for Fu Han and then helped her hang up her coat and bag.

Bai Wei watched them enviously and complained to Luo Qinghe: “Why don’t you learn from Su Cheng? Look how good he is to his girlfriend. Everyone in the crew is envious of Fu Han.”

Fu Han, who was drinking warm water, choked violently with a bout of coughs. Although her contract relationship with Su Cheng had been going on for a while, she wasn’t used to being called “Su Cheng’s girlfriend,” not at all.

Su Cheng wanted to pat Fu Han’s back to help her catch her breath, but his hand stopped less than a centimeter from her back. In the end, he simply asked with concern if she was okay.

Luo Qinghe picked up his phone to resume gaming: “Su Cheng and Fu Han are in a relationship, and you and I are just ordinary friends. If I’m too enthusiastic with you, wouldn’t your male fans drown me in their saliva?”

His head was bowed so low that no one saw his face turn red as he spoke these words.

Bai Wei’s gaze dimmed for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure. She cracked a couple of jokes and then sat down next to Luo Qinghe, leaning in to watch him play his game.

Fu Han, who was already hungry, began eating while observing the two of them. Although their daily interaction consisted of endless bickering, Fu Han felt more and more that they were like a couple in a comedy of errors.

However, there seemed to be an insurmountable chasm in Luo Qinghe’s heart. He could play and joke with Bai Wei, but he always insisted to others that they were just ordinary friends, firmly denying any ambiguous relationship between them.

Although Bai Wei felt indignant about this, she knew that haste would not bring success, so she followed Fu Han’s advice to the letter, alternating between warmth and coldness towards Luo Qinghe.

In short, she would be distant when Luo Qinghe was affectionate, and affectionate when he was distant, playing hard to get to perfection.

While the four were eating, Su Cheng’s phone rang. After looking at the phone screen, his expression turned strange. He glanced at Fu Han, hesitating whether to answer.

Luo Qinghe, sitting next to him, caught a glimpse of the incoming call number on the screen and immediately accused Su Cheng in an exaggerated tone: “Su Cheng, your mother is calling you and you’re not answering. What was the point of her raising you?”

“Go ahead and answer, it’s okay.” Fu Han quickly spoke up, knowing why Su Cheng hesitated. She had only met Su Cheng’s mother twice altogether, and both times ended on a sour note.

Su Cheng stepped out of the private room with his phone, then came back two minutes later looking somber: “Nan Qing is coming to visit the set, and my parents are coming with her and Nan Qing’s parents. They’ll be here soon.”

“Okay, got it.” Fu Han nodded, her composure as even as if she had just heard Su Cheng say “I’m full.”

Actually, she had known for a while that Nan Qing would come in the next few days. After being discharged from the hospital, Nan Qing had been busy. She had mentioned wanting to visit H City a number of times but never found the time. Now with the New Year approaching and the gallery finally quieting down, she had the time at last.