Chapter 58: Chapter 58 - 58 Each relies on their own abilities

Chapter 58: Each relies on their own abilities Chapter 58: Each relies on their own abilities “Come back?” Fu Han raised an eyebrow, glancing in the direction of Room 2502, “Boss He, it seems like you’ve returned to the wrong place, haven’t you?”

He Xing smiled nonchalantly, “I can go back now, but are you sure you want me to leave right this moment?”

“You!” Fu Han was at a loss for words, genuinely speechless.

She knew if He Xing left now, the paparazzi waiting outside her door would immediately upload their pictures online, which would be tantamount to indirectly admitting the rumors on the internet.

Watching Fu Han’s cute frustration, He Xing felt his mood lighten. He braced his hand on the coffee table, leaned in, and pinched Fu Han’s cheek, “So, were you scared today?”

“Stop pinching my face, it’s already big,” Fu Han muttered as she dodged him and rubbed her cheeks which were not painful but burning, pretending to be calm.

The corners of He Xing’s mouth curved up slightly, his dark eyes shining like the brightest stars in the night sky. He looked at Fu Han deeply, as if he wanted to etch her into his bones.

“Is your final work ready?”

A wave of color drained from Fu Han’s face, but fortunately, she was already looking down. Her hair fell on either side of her cheeks, hiding her face, “It’s ready.”

“That’s good.” He Xing looked at Fu Han deeply, “You just need to focus on the competition, I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Mhm,” Fu Han whispered so softly it was almost inaudible, “Thank you.”

“Is that all—thank you?” He Xing suddenly leaned down, trying to get a clear view of Fu Han’s face.

Caught off guard, the two looked at each other in a strange posture. Both their hearts skipped a beat, and the temperature in the room suddenly surged, turning deep autumn into summer.

An uncontrollable heat flared within He Xing. He hurriedly stood up and headed towards the balcony, “It’s so hot. Why are the windows closed and the curtains drawn?”

“Don’t touch the curtains, be careful of people taking photos.” Fu Han rushed toward He Xing as she spoke, attempting to stop him.

He Xing paused, quickly turning around with a full smile and opening his arms. Fu Han could only watch as she dashed right into He Xing’s embrace.

“This time, it wasn’t me who initiated the hug,” He Xing’s striking face bore a teasing smile, “It’s you who threw herself into my arms. I would be disrespectful to refuse.”

Fu Han broke free from He Xing’s embrace like she’d been shocked by electricity, retreating about three steps away before standing firm and stating impassively, “Boss He, indeed you haven’t changed, always passive, never rejecting.”

He Xing’s smile vanished instantly, and he silently watched Fu Han. His mouth opened and closed, yet in the end, he said nothing.

When someone doesn’t believe you, no matter how much you say, it only seems like making excuses in their eyes. It’s better to stay silent than to speak.

But could he really remain silent, be content with that?

Fu Han had already turned to go back to her room. He Xing suddenly stood up, striding towards her and forcefully kissed her. He poured all his strength into the kiss, leaving Fu Han almost breathless.

He finally released her, “I’ve said before, if there’s no Xia Ning, I’ll only take the initiative with you, never rejecting you.”

Fu Han sighed, pulling out a piece of paper to wipe her mouth. She looked seriously at He Xing, “He Xing, since I came back, I’ve had only one request: dissolve our marriage contract. Leave me be, and I’ll leave you be.”

“What if… I don’t agree?” He Xing’s gaze was deep as the ocean as he looked at her.

The two stared at each other in silence, their gazes—one as dark as the night sea, the other as piercing as the winter’s cold wind.

After what felt like an eternity, Fu Han slowly turned to walk to her studio. Just as she was about to enter, she looked back, “Well then… we’ll each rely on our own abilities.”

He Xing laughed—a laugh like the first gentle breeze of spring, dispersing the ice that had sealed the winter and painting the first heavy strokes of vibrant color in the world.

He didn’t reply to Fu Han’s statement but instead said with a smile, “I’m tired, I’ll borrow your room to rest.”

Fu Han watched He Xing’s gallant figure, longing to refuse. Yet, she knew all too well that if she did, He Xing would pretend to leave and she would end up seeming at fault as usual.

…

In the deep autumn of City A, there wasn’t an evening without wind, especially in the alleys where the breeze was even more intense, as if it could lift the crown of one’s head.

A few men walked through the narrow alley, carrying food in their hands, huddling their necks against the cold.

One of the skinnier men spat a thick glob on the ground with force, “Yang Kaitai is out enjoying good food and drink, and beautiful women attend to him, while we’re here eating boxed meals?”

Another taller man took a deep drag of his cigarette, “You should be content. We may not work for three years, but once we do, it’s good for another three. Once this job is done, there won’t be a lack of good times ahead.”

“Pah, who cares about that.” The short man spat out his betel nut forcefully, which rolled quite a distance on the ground.

Another chubby man laughed lewdly, “Let me tell you, quit pining over the boss’s wife. She doesn’t even spare the Boss a glance, what chance do you think you have?”

This remark triggered a roar of laughter from the group. The short man, unabashed, not only did not deny it but also joined in the laughter along with everyone else.

The back gate of the compound was just ahead, its dim light flickering with the wind, as if it could go out at any moment.

“M/D, is it winter already? Why is it so cold?”

Somebody complained, prompting agreement from many. Everyone wrapped their clothes tighter around themselves and quickened their pace.

The fastest walker was about to step through the back gate when a shrill scream sounded.

Laughter followed as someone behind joked, “You must be tired from the flight. So weak even when walking.”

They filed through the gate, one by one, as if pigs lining up to jump into a river in summer.

Moments later, a group of people wearing jackets came out through the same gate, each with a sack slung over their shoulder.

…

Ling Tianxia’s luxury clubhouse.

A lavish private room that could accommodate a dozen people was occupied by just three: Xia Cheng, Xia Ning, and Yang Kaitai.

The huge round table was filled with various foods, including lobsters flown in from Australia, red wine airlifted from France, and oysters sent over from Australia.

Yang Kaitai was full and flushed, breath laced with alcohol.

His eyes, unwavering, fixed on Xia Ning across the table, he gripped Xia Cheng’s wrist tightly, “Brother, I’m speaking to you from my heart—I truly like Xia Ning. You… you should consider it for me. The Yang Family’s business is quite large, and there’s only me, the only son. All the old man’s money will be mine.”

“Who is your brother?” Xia Ning’s face showed impatience as she fanned in front of her nose, “Xia Cheng only has one sister, me. Don’t call him brother carelessly.”