Chapter 132: Chapter 132 - 132 132 families

Chapter 132: 132 families Chapter 132: 132 families As for Nan Qing and Su Cheng’s parents, let alone the fact that they are strangers with no connection to Fu Han, even if there had been any conflicts, Fu Han had already forgotten about them over the past month, so meeting them or not made no difference to her.

Aside from Su Cheng, the person who changed the most in the private room was Luo Qinghe. He had been slumping in his chair playing with his phone, but when he heard the news, he quickly sat up straight, as nervous as a student unexpectedly called upon by the teacher.

Bai Wei keenly sensed the change in Luo Qinghe, which also began to sour her mood.

After a few minutes of internal struggle, Luo Qinghe suggested that since everyone had almost finished eating, they might as well go their separate ways, “to each his own mother,” and as for Nan Qing and the elders, they could meet another time when convenient.

Su Cheng was all for this suggestion, holding up both hands in agreement. He didn’t want Fu Han to meet his parents unprepared. He felt it was best to have a good talk with them tonight and then take Fu He to meet them.

Fu Han didn’t find anything objectionable about the suggestion. She didn’t seem particularly in favor or against it, just indifferent.

But Bai Wei reacted as if she’d been stepped on, jumping three feet high in protest, insisting on meeting Su Cheng’s parents.

The three people present all knew that Bai Wei was simply looking for an incredibly flimsy excuse. If it wasn’t for work, she hardly exchanged five words with Su Cheng in a day, so why would she insist on meeting Bai Wei’s parents?

It was clear she was intent on seeing Nan Qing.

The most shameful part was that, in her eagerness to see Nan Qing, Bai Wei dragged Fu Han into it, blatantly making faces at her, short of directly saying, “Do me a favor and let me have another face-off with my rival.”

Fu Han was actually somewhat eager to see what it would be like when Luo Qinghe, Bai Wei, and Nan Qing met. She knew that their meeting this time would be nothing like the last time they met at the Michelin restaurant.

At the Michelin restaurant, Luo Qinghe had avoided Bai Wei as much as he possibly could, terrified that Nan Qing would misunderstand something; now, however, she felt Luo Qinghe’s attitude had definitely changed a hundred percent.

In the end, while Bai Wei shamelessly refused to leave, Nan Qing and the others had arrived at the hotel according to the location shared by Fu Han, and they went straight into the private room.

Upon seeing Fu Han, Nan Qing was so excited that she rushed over and hugged her tightly: “Fu Han, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” Fu Han could tell that Nan Qing was being sincere. In a world where genuine feelings toward her were so rare, she cherished each and every sincere sentiment.

As she hugged Nan Qing, Fu Han unintentionally noticed Luo Qinghe watching Nan Qing with a complex expression. She quickly glanced at Bai Wei and, sure enough, saw that her usually radiant face had dimmed.

With the addition of five more people, the spacious private room became somewhat crowded, but there were no larger rooms available, and Su Cheng had no choice but to ask for the dishes to be reheated.

Nan Qing and Fu Han sat side by side, heads together, chatting away as if they had endless things to talk about.

Luo Qinghe and Su Cheng were entertaining the four elders, leaving Bai Wei all by herself, sitting next to Luo Qinghe and eating gloomily, as though she had a grudge against the food.

Suddenly, the Lady of Huangpu’s gaze fell on Bai Wei. Curiously, she inquired, “This must be Lady Bai Wei, right?”

Putting down her chopsticks, Bai Wei nodded politely: “Yes, Auntie, I am Bai Wei.”

“I really enjoy the dramas you’re in, I’ve watched every single one of your films,” said the Lady of Huangpu, a bit excited.

Mr. Huangpu looked at his wife with indulgent affection: “I can vouch for that, and I’ve always been there with her to watch.”

“Really?” Bai Wei smiled modestly, the standard smile of an idol meeting a fan: “Thank you for liking my work, and please continue to support me in the future.”

“Absolutely, without a doubt,” responded the Lady of Huangpu, her lips curling up in delight.

Lady Nangong handed a paper bag to Fu Han: “Fu Han, this caterpillar fungus is specially for you, it’s very nourishing during winter.”

The paper bag was large, big enough to fit a long down coat, and it was packed full. Given that caterpillar fungus was already expensive, the value of such an amount was self-evident.

Fu Han tried to refuse politely: “Auntie, I appreciate the sentiment, but I really don’t need these things. You should keep them for yourself.”

However, Nan Qing simply stuffed the paper bag into Fu Han’s arms: “Just accept it; you saved me, my parents could even give you a share of the Nangong Group’s stocks, and it would be well deserved.”

Fu Han let out a helpless sigh: “But when I saved you, I wasn’t looking for gratitude.”

“I know,” said Nan Qing, affectionately holding Fu Han’s hand, her voice filled with sincere emotion, “But that’s precisely why we should be grateful to you. My parents came specifically to see you this time because they have something important to discuss with you—they hope to adopt you as their goddaughter.”

“Goddaughter?” Fu Han’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Nan Qing, seriously doubting if she had heard correctly.

Lady Nangong stood up and walked behind Fu Han, tenderly playing with her hair: “Child, I’ve heard about your family background from Nan Qing. It must have been so hard for you, staying at the He Family all these years. If you’re willing, from now on, I will be your mother, and the Nangong Family will be your home.”

Fu Han did not feel familiar enough with Lady Nangong to welcome such affectionate gestures, and the phrase “staying at the He Family” particularly irked her.

She pushed away Lady Nangong’s hand, her face cold as she said word by word: “Auntie, I respect you as Nan Qing’s mother, but the He Family has treated me well, and I’ve always considered Grandfather He as my own grandfather. The He Family is my home.”

“But didn’t you break off your engagement with He Xing?” Lady Nangong asked in complete surprise: “If he really treated you well, why would you break off the engagement?”

This question felt like a needle piercing straight into Fu Han’s heart, clarifying the most genuine feelings deep within her; she could say that He Xing didn’t treat her well but couldn’t accept others saying He Xing hadn’t treated her well.

She immediately countered: “Auntie, I think you’re mistaken. The breakup with He Xing has nothing to do with how well he treated me. On the contrary, He Xing has always been very good to me, treating me like a sister, and he is a family member to me.”

At her words, the faces of everyone in the private room changed, and all eyes fell upon Fu Han.

When Fu Han said earlier that Grandfather He was good to her and that she viewed him as her own grandfather, it seemed normal, nothing to scrutinize.

However, the moment Fu Han said she considered He Xing as a family member, that he was like a brother to her, it raised a question—under normal circumstances, who would say their ex-fiancé was a family member, a sibling?