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Chapter 79: Familiar with 079 Chapter 79: Familiar with 079 However, while waiting for the flight, Luo Qinghe had once analyzed with Fu Han that He Group was currently at a rather sensitive time.

The enterprise had already reached the pinnacle in its field of expertise, so although the status of He Group remained superior in recent years, its development pace had been extremely slow.

Because of this, many conspiracy theories fell upon He Group, claiming that since their progress had been minimal in recent years, He Group was likely on the brink of collapse.

Usually, such remarks had no impact, but now with Xia Group getting involved and countless unseen forces behind them, He Group was facing an unprecedented crisis.

And of these crises, only three people stood out in the open, He Xing, Xia Ning, and Fu Han.

Once Fu Han left, the situation became simpler. As long as He Xing handled the public opinion with Xia Ning well, many negative impacts would unravel on their own.

In the end, Luo Qinghe even said teasingly, “Fu Han, to say you don’t like He Xing, I really don’t believe it. You distanced yourself from He Xing at the first fermentation of public opinion. If it were any other woman, He Xing would have had to pay a large sum for someone to make this kind of statement.”

When Fu Han heard Luo Qinghe’s analysis, she felt very irritated. She had clearly broken up with He Xing for the sake of her own freedom, so how did it end up looking like in other people’s eyes that she was selflessly helping He Xing through a crisis?

The flight from City A to Wu City took more than twenty hours.

When she got off the plane, Fu Han felt as if her bones were falling apart, and, worst of all, Wu City was especially, exceptionally cold—the kind that chilled to the bone.

Even with her down jacket on, she still felt cold all over, her hands and feet stiff as if she were an icicle.

Luo Qinghe was wrapped in a thick windbreaker. Thanks to his height, he didn’t look bulky at all. Instead, he appeared a lot more robust.

Fu Han’s principle since childhood was that she’d rather freeze to death than look ugly. Her last stand in winter was wearing tweed with a sweater, and moreover, the tweed would never be buttoned up, with the belt tied into a pretty bow at the back.

Once they arrived at the hotel, with the help of the air conditioning, Fu Han finally felt like she could feel her body again. She held onto a cup of hot water without letting go, “When do we leave for Antarctica?”

“We’ll rest here tonight, buy equipment and supplies tomorrow, and set off early the day after tomorrow,” Luo Qinghe’s face was veiled in the mist of his coffee, an unreal kind of handsomeness. His peach blossom eyes narrowed, “See, I told you it’s very cold here. Are you planning to continue with tweed and sweaters after the day after tomorrow, or what?”

Fu Han’s face flushed with an unhealthy red, “Tomorrow I definitely need to buy a windbreaker, and I can’t do without wool sweaters and thermals.”

Luo Qinghe laughed heartily and dropped a “I’ll come to find you tomorrow morning,” before heading out the door.

…

Huating No.1.

In the living room, there was an easel set up. Nan Qing, wearing a white sweater with an apron over it, held a palette in her hand and was busy painting.

Su Cheng sat on the sofa with an unsightly expression, “What on earth is going with Brother Qinghe, why did he silently take Fu Han away?”

Nan Qing dabbed her paintbrush on the palette, intermittently applying paint on the canvas while without lifting her head, she said, “You’ve known Brother Qinghe for a day now, he’s always been like this, acting on impulse, doing whatever comes to mind.”

“But…” Su Cheng got up and paced restlessly around the room, “But he can’t just do that. If he wants to go, just go, why did he have to take Fu Han with him?”

“Why can’t he take Fu Han with him?” Nan Qing finally put down her paintbrush, looking earnestly at Su Cheng, trying once more to reason with him, “Su Cheng, I know you really like Fu Han, but Fu Han only sees you as a friend. She’s an adult and has the right to choose whom to travel with.”

“I know, but…”

“There are no buts.” Nan Qing’s attractive eyebrows furrowed. She looked at Su Cheng in confusion. “You like Fu Han, but does that mean Brother Qinghe can’t like Fu Han? Besides, Fu Han will be with whoever she wants to be with.”

Su Cheng’s face turned beet red with anger. He knew Nan Qing was right, but her words, coming out of her mouth, took on a different flavor, no matter how he listened, they felt uncomfortable.

His anger surged, “Nan Qing, do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking? With Fu Han gone, it’s just the two of us left, perfect for developing our relationship. And maybe… maybe you’re the one who asked Brother Qinghe to take Fu Han away. He idolizes Fu Han, it would be a piece of cake for him to take her along.”

Bang!

The palette in Nan Qing’s hand fell to the floor, the paint scattered, dirtying the floor and staining her white sneakers all sorts of colors.

Her wide eyes welled up with large tears as she looked at Su Cheng in disbelief, “Is that what you really think of me, taking advantage of someone’s vulnerability? But on what grounds do you think Brother Qinghe would listen to me?”

Su Cheng felt somewhat in the wrong, but every time he thought of Fu Han’s unknown whereabouts, his anger overwhelmed everything else, “Of course Brother Qinghe would listen to you; he’s always liked you. Ever since we were kids, he never contradicted anything you said.”

“You… What did you say?” Nan Qing stared at Su Cheng, her eyes wide. She understood every word he said, but pieced together, they seemed bewildering to her.

Su Cheng’s face turned bright red, realizing he had spoken out of turn, but he refused to acknowledge it and claimed weakly, “Brother Qinghe likes you, even your parents know it. If you don’t believe me, you can ask them.”

After saying this, he turned and walked away, leaving Nan Qing alone in the spacious house.

She stared at where Su Cheng had been standing, her mind replaying his words over and over.

Brother Qinghe liking her? That seemed like an implausible tale.

Their families had known each other for a long time, and she had known Su Cheng and Luo Qinghe since they were children. Because her mother and Su Cheng’s mother were close friends, she spent more time with Su Cheng, and their relationship was better.

Over time, her affections for Su Cheng grew deeper than those for Luo Qinghe, and as she grew up, these feelings gradually turned to love.

Memories came flooding back of times when they were still children; Nan Qing, Su Cheng, and Luo Qinghe, each with a cotton candy in hand. When Nan Qing finished hers and wanted Su Cheng’s, he refused to share, but Luo Qinghe, laughing, said he didn’t like cotton candy and gave his to Nan Qing.

Her mother had always hoped Nan Qing would excel in a wide range of pursuits, but since her childhood, Nan Qing had been rebellious, with no interest in anything but painting.

One day, Luo Qinghe said that since Nan Qing liked painting, he would learn photography, so that in the future, they would have lots to talk about.

Years passed, and Nan Qing forgot many things, only remembering clearly the moments associated with Su Cheng. In her heart, Luo Qinghe had gradually become someone she was just somewhat familiar with, nothing more.