Chapter 97: Chapter 97 - 97 Almost 97 sets

Chapter 97: Almost 97 sets Chapter 97: Almost 97 sets Fu Han’s heart relaxed, and she turned to Ji Liangchuan, “Mr. Ji, thank you for taking care of her; I will take her back now.”

“It’s not a big deal, just a helping hand,” Ji Liangchuan passed a cup of warm water to Fu Han, “It’s cold outside, rest here for a bit before going out. I’ll bring the car around soon to drive you back.”

Fu Han guessed that Ji Liangchuan was so kind to her solely because of He Xing, and she somewhat “resisted” the persistent association with He Xing in her heart.

After thinking it over, she still refused, “Mr. Ji, there’s no need to trouble yourself, I can call for a car online. You have so many things to do; we won’t disturb you further.”

As she spoke, she bent down, trying to pull Nan Qing to her feet.

But a person who is drunk is incredibly heavy, especially someone like Nan Qing who was unconscious; even with all her might, Fu Han couldn’t get Nan Qing up.

Ji Liangchuan let out a low chuckle, but immediately dropped the smile when Fu Han glanced at him, “Miss Fu, your friend drank a lot. If no one helps, you probably won’t be able to lift her.”

Without him saying, Fu Han already knew; but no matter how she looked at it, it seemed to her that the smile Ji Liangchuan had just now was schadenfreude, so there was absolutely no way she would ask Ji Liangchuan for help. She reached for her phone intending to call Su Cheng.

Ji Liangchuan coughed and quickly said, “Miss Fu, it’s so troublesome for you to call someone. We’re not strangers; we can be considered acquaintances who have known each other for some time. It’s not even closing time for me yet, so it’s no trouble to give you a ride.”

Seeing that Fu Han did not respond, he hastily continued, “Miss Fu, please don’t feel embarrassed. Actually… actually, I have something I want to ask you.”

“What is it?” Fu Han’s delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she became somewhat worried that Ji Liangchuan was going to ask about He Xing.

“Please, have a seat.” Ji Liangchuan handed the warm water to Fu Han and looked at her with his large, exaggerated peach blossom eyes, “I hope you don’t think I’m impolite, but Miss Fu, how many children are there in your family? Do you have any sisters or other siblings?”

“One,” the breath caught in Fu Han’s throat dropped, and she asked puzzled, “Is there a problem?”

The light in Ji Liangchuan’s eyes flickered on and off, finally dimming to only those very bright black pupils, “No… No problem, it’s just that I once saw someone who looks exactly… very similar to you; I thought she might be your sister or something.”

For some reason, Fu Han felt that at this moment Ji Liangchuan was no longer the jovial bar Boss of everyday, but like a wanderer filled with stories.

She smiled apologetically at Ji Liangchuan, “I’m sorry, my parents passed away very suddenly. I was young at the time, and I don’t really know about their past. I don’t even know if I have any relatives in this world.”

There was an obvious look of pain in Ji Liangchuan’s eyes, and he looked deeply at Fu Han, “Miss Fu, could I take a picture with you?”

Could she refuse? Even if she could, Fu Han did not have the heart to refuse at this moment; she could clearly feel the profound sadness in Ji Liangchuan’s eyes.

Fu Han nodded, and Ji Liangchuan immediately smiled.

When he normally smiled, there was always a hint of a playboy’s insincerity, but now his smile was different, extremely bright, like the sky that has been cleansed after a storm, devoid of any impurities.

Ji Liangchuan looked at the photo album with his and Fu Han’s picture together, sighed inaudibly, then casually flipped on a down jacket before bending down to pick up Nan Qing.

Fu Han quickly followed.

On the way back Ji Liangchuan didn’t speak, neither did Fu Han—only the sound of Nan Qing’s breathing resonated in the car.

To say it wasn’t awkward would be a lie; fortunately, the bar wasn’t far from Huating No.1. Before long, they could already see the high-rise building of Huating No.1 in the distance.

While waiting for the final traffic light, Ji Liangchuan’s fingers unconsciously tapped on the steering wheel, and the dim street light seeped through the window glass, casting a faint yellow halo on his face.

As the car started, Ji Liangchuan spoke softly, “Miss Fu Han, your friend seems troubled. While drunk, she mentioned a name several times. Do you know someone named Su Cheng?”

Fu Han’s heart skipped a beat; she looked down at the still sleeping Nan Qing, and her heart grew heavy.

What person, even when drunk, cannot stop mentioning? That must be someone who haunts your dreams.

Distant memories surfaced in Fu Han’s mind; three years ago, when she went abroad alone, the first person she met was Nan Qing, and later through Nan Qing, she met Su Cheng and some other international students.

When she merely considered Su Cheng as an ordinary classmate, he confessed his feelings.

She remembered Nan Qing was also present at the confession, and at that time, Nan Qing seemed neither upset nor out of sorts—in fact, she was excited and happy.

Thinking back, it seems Nan Qing just hid her sadness, her excitement on the day might have been feigned, but her happiness was genuine, at least Fu Han rejected Su Cheng.

After returning to the country, it was also Nan Qing who introduced her to Su Cheng Company, and Nan Qing who helped her move late at night to get away from He Xing.

Fu Han was overwhelmed with guilt, wondering what kind of torment Nan Qing must have been enduring, to help her, her “rival in love”, over and over again.

Finally, they arrived downstairs. Ji Liangchuan suggested that he would carry Nan Qing up; Fu Han didn’t refuse, as she felt rather powerless on her own.

In the elevator, there were only the three of them, and Ji Liangchuan’s gaze kept unintentionally falling on Fu Han’s face, his expression serious, as though he was looking at a famous painting.

This elevator ride was truly agonizing for Fu Han, and they finally reached the 25th floor. She ran to open the door, incessantly expressing her gratitude, “Mr. Ji, thank you for your help. It’s getting late, so I won’t keep you, until we meet again.”

Ji Liangchuan smiled and turned to leave, but upon turning, he saw someone leaning against the doorframe. Recognizing the person, he exaggeratedly patted his chest, “He Xing, are you trying to scare me to death?”

Hearing this, Fu Han also hurriedly turned around and saw He Xing leaning against the doorframe in a flannel robe, his refined face sporting an icy expression.

Somehow, she suddenly felt a bit guilty and instinctively explained, “Nan Qing got drunk at Mr. Ji’s bar, and he helped bring her back.”

Ji Liangchuan’s face inexplicably burned, and he quickly clarified, “Miss Fu called this girl; it was me who picked up. She was drunk, and Miss Fu couldn’t get her back, so I helped.”

“Hmm, I see,” He Xing responded noncommittally, dropped a “do as you please” and then walked away, leaving Ji Liangchuan and Fu Han to face each other.

Ji Liangchuan was the first to react. He looked deeply at Fu Han’s pale face and whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll go take a look at him. There won’t be any issues.”