Chapter 37: Chapter 37 - 37 037 Complicated Dinner

Chapter 37: 037 Complicated Dinner Chapter 37: 037 Complicated Dinner “Despicable,” Fu Han didn’t hesitate for even half a second as she spoke.

“Thanks for the compliment,” He Xing, who seemed to be going down the thick-skinned road today, floored the accelerator. The wind howled as it rushed in, carrying his words into the air, “My fiancée should naturally be picked up by me.”

Fu Han’s hair got caught in a tussle on her face due to the wind. She managed to get it under control but missed the perfect opportunity to rebut He Xing.

He Xing left Su Cheng at the nearest gas station without a goodbye and walked away with Fu Han directly.

Su Cheng hurriedly filled his tank and, while calling Fu Han, chased after them like a streak of lightning.

…

Nan Qing didn’t return home until after dark, and as soon as she opened the door, she felt an overwhelming undercurrent of low pressure.

He Xing sat by the dining table with a stone-cold face, his eyes unwaveringly fixed on the kitchen beside him; Fu Han, wearing an apron, was bustling about, and Su Cheng was cutting vegetables with his head down.

This whole affair gave Fu Han a headache. He Xing had abandoned Su Cheng midway, and during the telephone blitz, He Xing’s face turned ugly, especially when Su Cheng eagerly invited Fu Han to a Japanese meal.

In the end, worn down by the relentless coaxing, Fu Han simply had Su Cheng join them for dinner at her place for a pickled cabbage fish hotpot, and of course, she didn’t forget to bombard Nan Qing with calls to come home early.

Nan Qing carefully listened to the frequency with which the knife met the cutting board and made her judgment, “Su Cheng’s chopping is even better than Fu Han’s; the rate is very high and quite regular.”

Indeed, that was the case. Su Cheng’s cucumber slices were thin as paper, almost translucent; his fish slices were cut evenly, each one with skin and flesh.

Dinner was served quickly on the table, with the sour cabbage fish hotpot, rolls of beef and mutton, duck blood, vermicelli, mushrooms, and fish balls, not to mention several cold dishes.

Sitting next to Nan Qing, Fu Han stuck out her tongue in slight embarrassment, “It’s my first time making pickled cabbage fish hotpot, and I was afraid it wouldn’t be tasty, so I bought some cold dishes too. Please bear with it.”

“Sure,” Nan Qing replied with a smile, while her eyes covertly glanced at Su Cheng beside her.

Su Cheng was in a good mood; it was his first time visiting Fu Han’s home, and he had shown off his chopping skills in front of her. He got up to place a slice of fish for Fu Han, “Fu Han, you’re so thin, eat more. I’ve tried it, and it’s really good.”

“Thank you,” Fu Han’s first instinct was to evade, as she didn’t like others to pick food for her. However, out of the corner of her eye, seeing He Xing’s displeased expression, she eventually forced herself to eat that piece of fish.

Without a word, He Xing stood up and walked toward the living room.

Nan Qing whispered to Fu Han, “He Xing is jealous, what a rare sight.”

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Fu Han said, suppressing her discomfort, “I have nothing to do with him, and he has no interest in me.”

Although the two kept their voices low, Su Cheng heard them and got a little excited, thinking of doubling his effort. He got up again to pick food for Fu Han, “Fu Han, this fish is very tender, eat more of it.”

“No, no, no,” Fu Han hurriedly moved her bowl away, “You eat, if I want something, I’ll pick it up myself.”

Su Cheng thought she was just shy and insisted on picking food for her.

“Take your chopsticks away,” came He Xing’s voice, cold to the bone, instantly casting the dining room back into a hushed atmosphere.

The fish fell from Su Cheng’s chopsticks in shock, rolling off the table and onto the floor, also making intimate contact with Nan Qing’s white dress in the process.

“My dress,” Nan Qing shrieked.

“I’m sorry!” Su Cheng became flustered trying to wipe the stain off her dress.

His efforts were met with Nan Qing’s slap, “You pervert, get your hands off.”

This chaos came all too suddenly, Fu Han looked here and there, and eventually her gaze settled on the instigator.

He Xing was utterly unapologetic, as he naturally handed a glass of warm water to Fu Han, “Since you were a child, you couldn’t eat food picked by others; just one bite could easily make you retch. Hurry and take a sip of water to soothe yourself.”

Although Fu Han had been internally grumbling about not wanting them over for dinner, He Xing’s words shook her, once, and then again, as if she were swinging on a swing, suspended and falling.

So, he had gone to pour water for her just now; so, he still remembered some things; so…

She slowly took the water glass, her actions almost ceremonial. She sipped the water delicately, utterly unaware that He Xing’s gaze hadn’t left her for a second.

Nan Qing returned to her seat in a black Peter Pan collar dress, her adorable round face still as red as a boiled shrimp, not daring to look at Su Cheng.

Half of Su Cheng’s face was still swollen from rushing to help Nan Qing wipe her dress without considering gender proprieties, which resulted in her slap.

He Xing sat as solid as Mount Tai in his original place, leisurely eating his fish, as if he was oblivious to everything around him.

This was a fresh salmon he had bought from an import supermarket; the texture was delicious, and making it into a sour cabbage fish hotpot had its own unique taste.

Fu Han ate the hotpot distractedly, her thoughts drifting far away, clueless about what she was pondering.

A meal shared by four people, each with their own thoughts. You look at me, I look at him, he looks at you; nothing could be more complicated.

After the meal, Fu Han issued a guest eviction to He Xing, but he took not listening to an extreme, and when pressed, simply said, “If he doesn’t leave, I won’t either.”

The “he” naturally referred to Su Cheng.

Su Cheng, deeply believing in seizing this rare opportunity, did his utmost to show off, even wishing he could kneel and clean every tile on the floor for Fu Han’s family.

As the clock struck nine, Su Cheng reluctantly said to Fu Han, “I… Fu Han, I’m leaving, see you tomorrow.”

Fu Han had been eager to deal with today’s photoshoot pictures, but she couldn’t share her true thoughts and merely waved him off with feigned nonchalance, “Goodbye; drive safely.”

Nan Qing hastily put down her teacup, “I’ll see Su Cheng out.”

Left alone in the room with He Xing, Fu Han’s heartbeat unconsciously started to race. She stood up, saying uneasily, “Su Cheng is gone; you should leave too now.”

He Xing slowly got up from his seat and took steps towards Fu Han, “Now that he’s gone, I definitely can’t leave.”

An impending sense of danger surged towards Fu Han from all directions. She put her hands up defensively in front of her, retreating step by step until she hit the wall unexpectedly.

As she was about to dash back to her room, He Xing’s hand braced against the wall, blocking her path. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“What do you want to do?” Fu Han looked up at him, and even though she tried hard to remain composed, her face was burning and her heart threatened to leap out.

“It’s not every day we get a moment alone, wouldn’t it be a waste not to share a kiss?”

As soon as He Xing’s words landed, he moved swiftly, cradling Fu Han’s face and deeply kissing her.