Chapter 41: Chapter 41 - 41 War of Two Women 041

Chapter 41: War of Two Women 041 Chapter 41: War of Two Women 041 Xia Ning had been following her at a distance, not too far nor too near. Seeing Fu Han staring thoughtfully at the morning glories, she said disdainfully, “What’s so great about a flower that can only cling to others? Next time, I’ll ask He Xing to dig this plant up.”

Every time Fu Han heard her speak, she felt annoyed. Slowly rising, she looked at Xia Ning and said word by word, “You are free to try.”

It was a simple sentence, but for some reason, Xia Ning felt a sense of fear looking at Fu Han’s face. When the night breeze blew, she realized her back was soaked with sweat.

But Xia Ning was unwilling to concede defeat like this; it was too humiliating.

Xia Ning stomped her foot hard: “Fu Han, do you think you can change everything just by coming back? My mother saved He Xing from death, he definitely won’t ignore me.”

Fu Han let out a sigh that was difficult to fathom, and when she looked up again, a cold smile was on her lips: “My parents died trying to save Grandpa He, do you think he will ignore me?”

“Your parents are even worthy of being compared to my mother?” Xia Ning couldn’t help but sneer, “They were just servants, while my mother is the wife of the CEO of Xia Group.”

Slap!

The sound of a slap was especially jarring in the night.

Holding her sore cheek, Xia Ning looked at Fu Han in disbelief, “You dare hit me?” With that, she charged at Fu Han.

“If you dare insult my parents one more time, it won’t be as simple as me hitting you.” As Fu Han spoke, she didn’t dodge but charged towards Xia Ning, landing another slap on the other half of Xia Ning’s face.

Suddenly, the blinding lights of a car swept over them, and the sound of the car’s horn rang out: “Xia Ning, are you leaving or not?”

The two women wrestling separated immediately, and Xia Ning, crying, ran towards He Xing.

Fu Han stood there, tidying her messy hair. She looked at Xia Ning’s retreating figure with disdain; only children cry when they are wronged, she had grown up—she no longer knew what crying was.

Three years had passed, and Xia Ning was still the same as before. Every time she bumped or stumbled, she would cry and throw herself at He Xing; Fu Han despised this tactic but had to admit it was effective.

She had already pictured Xia Ning sitting in the co-pilot’s seat, resting her head on He Xing’s shoulder.

If she had a second way to leave this place, she would never ride in He Xing’s car, but alas, there were no ifs.

Fu Han didn’t glance into the car; she consciously opened the rear door, only to see Xia Ning looking at her with eyes full of grievance and hatred.

She was surprised, it didn’t make sense. For countless times three years ago, Xia Ning mocked and jeered at her for the chance to sit in He Xing’s co-pilot’s seat, so why was Xia Ning sitting in the back today?

He Xing’s voice, devoid of any warmth, sounded: “Fu Han, sit in the front, help me watch the road.”

“Sure.” Fu Han gave a brilliant smile to Xia Ning, then with a “snap,” she closed the car door and sat down in the co-pilot’s seat in the front.

Fu Han observed Xia Ning’s face through the rearview mirror; she really was a stone in a ditch.

The mountain road was not easy to navigate, especially at night. Adhering to safety first, Fu Han did not speak.

Xia Ning, however, was sniffling in the back seat: “He Xing, you’ve changed. You saw Fu Han provoking me but did nothing, you’ve made me so sad.”

He Xing was taking a sixty-degree turn and without lifting his eyelid, he said, “Men shouldn’t get involved in women fighting, it’s up to you to win or lose.”

Fu Han had already thought about how to retort to He Xing but it turned out she didn’t need to.

She thought about it and still found it amusing, and she couldn’t help but laugh: “He Xing, you’ve finally said something human.”

In the midst of everything, He Xing raised his eyebrows and looked at Fu Han: “Thank you for the compliment, but I’ve always spoken like a human being.”

Fu Han really wanted to retort, but if she bickered with He Xing, the happiest person would be Xia Ning.

To keep Xia Ning in an unhappy mood, Fu Han decided to hold back, hold back, and keep holding back.

…

An ordinary Saturday, Nan Qing as usual woke up early and sent a WhatsApp message to Fu Han, saying she was going out to enjoy the autumn and told Fu Han to take care of herself.

Autumn had truly set in. Fu Han had taken minimalism to the extreme over the years, and when returning from abroad, she had only brought clothes suitable for autumn. Now that deep autumn was here, she could no longer endure it.

She had wanted to drag Nan Qing along as her adviser to go shopping for clothes to prepare for winter, but now that Nan Qing was unavailable, her plan still had to go ahead.

Fu Han, sticking to her usual style, wore a three-piece outfit: a short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and a baseball jacket. The avocado green short sleeve matched with the black baseball jacket, along with orange boots, was eye-catching.

Today, she let down her big wavy hair, and with a saucy charm amidst her heroic spirit, it was hard to look away.

She looked at herself in the mirror and was very satisfied with her appearance that day—she was pretty, at least prettier than her past self who only wore princess dresses and ladylike attire.

The nearest mall was Yinshi Plaza, just two subway stops away.

Fu Han walked around the women’s clothing counter on the first floor and before long, she was holding a dozen bags in both hands, all of which were affordably priced clothes.

The most expensive item was a black ankle-length wool coat, discounting to five thousand; the cheapest was a white sweatshirt at just under three hundred.

It was still early, not time for lunch yet, so she thought about depositing her clothes and going to watch a movie.

Watching movies was a hobby developed from her interest in photography; many photographers eventually find themselves in TV dramas or movies as cinematographers.

She liked to ponder the photographer’s techniques, camera movement, and framing while watching movies.

A good TV show or movie always has beautiful scenes, naturally and appropriately beautiful, not contrived.

There was half an hour left before the movie started, and she waited listlessly in the waiting area, her bright eyes observing the various people around her.

Suddenly, she felt two chilling gazes directed at her. Following her intuition, she only saw a flicker of light at the emergency exit in the corner.

Fu Han suspected the sensation was a false alarm induced by watching a trailer for a horror movie earlier. Shaking her head, she realized her palms were sweaty and stood up heading to the restroom.

How could someone with OCD tolerate sweaty palms?

Perhaps because it was morning, the cinema was not crowded, and the washroom was even emptier.

She tidied her hair in front of the mirror and was ready to leave when a woman in black came in and walked straight towards the sink she was using.

Staring at strangers is impolite. Fu Han gave herself one last glance in the mirror and was ready to leave.

Suddenly, a flash of light through the mirror caught her eye. She turned sharply and saw the woman in black swinging a dagger towards her.

They were less than fifty centimeters apart, and with Fu Han’s back against the wall, there was hardly any chance to dodge.

Instinctively, she raised her hand to block and felt a piercing pain. As she ran inside, she shouted, “Help! Somebody help!”