Chapter 87: Chapter 87 - 87 087 Burn the bridge after crossing it

Chapter 87: 087 Burn the bridge after crossing it Chapter 87: 087 Burn the bridge after crossing it “You… you’re liars,” Bai Wei’s eyes reddened with distress as she pointed at the two people in front of her, “You said you were just friends, but it turns out you are a couple here on vacation.”

Fu Han looked bewilderedly at Bai Wei, this girl who had been haughty just minutes before now seemed as if she had suffered a huge blow.

She suddenly felt some sympathy for Bai Wei, and even the inexplicable hostility she had towards her lessened.

Fu Han’s shoulders moved as she wriggled out of Luo Qinghe’s embrace and said irritably to him, “Stop it, we’re just like brothers, and my life is already messy enough without you adding to the chaos here.”

“Haha, you’re really good at burning bridges,” Luo Qinghe politely took two steps back, creating distance between him and Fu Han, “Didn’t you see I was trying to help you out? Do you really want me to bring up Su Cheng’s name?”

Although Fu Han was verbally sparring with Luo Qinghe, she noticed from the corner of her eye that Bai Wei’s complexion had improved considerably.

She silently chuckled to herself, considering it a good deed done, yet in her heart, she couldn’t help but wonder—if Bai Wei stayed as brave as she was just now, who would Luo Qinghe ultimately choose?

The trio set off again, and no one brought up the quarrel between Fu Han and Bai Wei as they truly headed towards the emperor penguins’ territory.

…

At Cheng Yihan’s company.

Su Cheng paced restlessly in the office when suddenly the phone rang. He checked the caller ID, saw it was a spam call, and hung up directly.

Ever since Fu Han left that day, and after the argument with Nan Qing, several days had passed. Nan Qing had disappeared as if she had evaporated from the world, without any contact with him.

In the past, Su Cheng didn’t notice, but now he always felt as if there was something missing in his heart, leaving an empty void.

Su Cheng was an only child who grew up with Nan Qing. They left their homes one after the other to study abroad, where they met Fu Han.

He had never been out of contact with Nan Qing for such a long time and felt uncomfortable—not because he missed her but because after rethinking the day’s events, he felt his words had lacked masculinity and grace, and he felt somewhat guilty.

Su Cheng walked back and forth in the office, struggling with himself, before finally making a call, “Hello, Mom, I’ll come home for dinner tonight. Could you invite godmother and godfather over to our place as well? It’s been a while, and I miss them.”

His godparents were Nan Qing’s parents, and since both families were close, they bought houses in the same villa area, just a hundred meters apart. The two families often dined together.

When Su Cheng returned, the servants were preparing dinner, and Lady Su was in her room trying on clothes, asking Su Cheng for his opinion.

He was irritable and answered perfunctorily, “Mom, every piece of your clothing looks lovely. You can wear anything; it’s not like we’re having an official gathering. Besides, didn’t you go shopping with godmother today?”

Lady Su gave Su Cheng a meaningful look and said, “How can that be the same? Today is so special. After all these years, this is the first time you’ve invited Nan Qing over for a meal.”

Su Cheng blushed through and through, not knowing what to say, staying quiet.

Lady Su went on non-stop, “Xiaocheng, do you know how long I’ve waited for this day? I’ve dreamed of Nan Qing becoming our daughter-in-law.”

“Not this again,” said Su Cheng impatiently, “I’ve already said that Nan Qing and I cannot be together. You’d better give up that idea.”

“What’s wrong with Nan Qing?” Lady Su tapped Su Cheng’s forehead and asked, “Do you think she’s not good enough for you?”

“No, I just…,” Su Cheng stammered.

But before he could finish, a servant interrupted, “Lady, Miss Nan Qing and her family have arrived.”

“Alright, we’ll be right down,” said Lady Su, who, before heading downstairs, didn’t forget to pull Su Cheng’s ear and admonish, “Listen here, if you dare to make a face in front of Nan Qing later, watch out, I’ll thrash you.”

“I know, I know,” Su Cheng replied pretentiously, but inwardly he thought: I was planning to apologize to Nan Qing today anyway; how could I afford to show a bad face?

Since the day of the argument with Su Cheng, Nan Qing had temporarily moved back home at her mother’s persuasion, their parents unbeknownst to their quarreling.

When they came downstairs, Mr. Su had already returned and was chatting with Nan Qing and her parents on the couch with Nan Qing sitting between them.

As Su Cheng and Nan Qing exchanged a glance, Nan Qing glared at him, seemingly snorting, then looked away.

Her indifferent attitude persisted until the end of dinner, during which, under the persuasion of the four elders, they were seated next to one another.

For the first time without any cue from his parents, Su Cheng offered Nan Qing some food, only to receive a cold “Thank you, I don’t like that.”

After that, Su Cheng went silent, eating without saying a word except when occasionally responding to the elders.

During dessert, while Su Cheng was enjoying a dragon fruit, he noticed that at some point the elders had slipped away—leaving their whereabouts a mystery.

The spacious living room was left with just him and Nan Qing, who was curled up on the couch with her phone, apparently unaware that her parents had left.

Su Cheng cleared his throat, unsure whether he should sit next to Nan Qing.

Finally noticing the awkward setup, Nan Qing sat upright and asked in confusion, “Where are my parents? And where are yours? They left? Well, then I should go too.”

“Wait a minute,” Su Cheng gathered his courage, “Sis, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“There’s nothing to talk about between us,” Nan Qing said, already standing up, not looking back, “From now on, we’ll just be ordinary friends. Nothing more.”

Desperate, Su Cheng blocked her way, “Sis, I… I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me for the sake of our years of friendship. Just pretend what I said last time was nothing, and let it go.”

Nan Qing crossed her arms and looked at him coldly, “You seemed quite pleased when you said those words, didn’t you? If you dare to say them, don’t apologize to me. I don’t want to lose respect for you.”

“You didn’t respect me the first time,” Su Cheng chuckled, tugging at Nan Qing’s sleeve, “Sis, I promise it won’t happen again.”

“That’s more like it,” Nan Qing smiled but then asked seriously, “Regarding Qinghe, have you mentioned it to anyone else besides me?”