Chapter 81: 081 Short-sighted

Chapter 81: 081 Short-sighted

She was holding a sandwich and a cup of hot milk, looking for a place to sit in the dining hall when, just two steps forward, her collar was suddenly grabbed at the corner.

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The nightmare-like image of that woman in black flashed through her mind, her body instinctively recoiling as she looked up to face her assailant, only to find Luo Qinghe hiding around the corner, grinning brightly at her.

She couldn’t hold in her frustration and stomped on Luo Qinghe’s foot: “You scared me half to death!”

Luo Qinghe retaliated without politeness by thumping her on the head, “Fu Han, on this trip you’ve attracted more admirers than I have. If you dare to do today’s stunt again, I’ll print your phone number on postcards and distribute them.”

Fu Han’s face turned white instantly, as she shook her head vehemently, “Alright, alright, nothing like today’s incident will happen again. Let’s just get along peacefully.”

“If I catch you meddling with matchmaking again, you’ll have me to deal with.”

Waving his fist, Luo Qinghe made Fu Han close her eyes in fright. When she opened them again, he was already walking away with her hot milk in hand.

“Hey, that’s mine. If you wanted some, could you not have bought it yourself?” Fu Han immediately called out, chasing after him in distress.

The two of them romped and laughed, their voices carrying through the once-quiet dining hall, adding a lively atmosphere to the place.

However, they didn’t notice a surveillance camera in an inconspicuous corner, pointed right at them.

…

In the Lanwan detached villa, the He Family home.

During dinner time, the table was filled with a variety of exquisite dishes, the rich aroma wafting through the air.

Old Master He was having his soup, and after a couple of sips, he sighed and set his bowl and chopsticks down.

He Xing frowned, “Grandfather, doesn’t the soup taste good? I can have them make a new batch.”

“It makes no difference how many batches they make,” Old Master He said with a furrowed brow. “Without Xiaohan, nothing tastes good to me.”

Here we go again, He Xing sighed inwardly and with a hint of desperation, said, “I really can’t help with this. It’s not that Fu Han doesn’t want to come and eat with you—why don’t you call her yourself to come back?”

“If I could have her come back, would I be asking you?” Old Master He glared at He Xing. “Just what did you do to Fu Han? Why won’t she even take my calls now?”

He Xing, thinking about how his “intimate photo” with Xia Ning was still dominating the entertainment headlines, coughed awkwardly, “I had someone look into it. Fu Han has gone to Antarctica.”

“Who did she go with?” Old Master He, growing agitated, his face turning beet red.

A fleeting look of embarrassment crossed He Xing’s face as he coughed again and said, “With Luo Qinghe… Brother Qinghe.”

“The youngest son of the Li Family?” Old Master He slammed the table, dissatisfied as he looked at He Xing, “Look at you. I found you a wife you don’t appreciate, and now the young Li scion has beaten you to the punch, hasn’t he?”

As Old Master He grew increasingly angry, he gave He Xing a rap on the forehead, “You shortsighted fool, you’d choose Xia Ning over Fu Han? I really don’t know what you’re thinking—absolutely no vision at all.”

“Who says I don’t—I didn’t.” He Xing was very vexed. The only person in this world who dared to knock him on the forehead stood right before him, and unfortunately, he was utterly powerless against this person.

Old Master He was not in the mood to listen. He spoke furiously, “He Xing, it’s okay to repay a favor, but you don’t need to waste your whole life for it.”

Already agitated for not having any news of Fu Han, and his grandfather not listening to his explanation, insisting that he liked Xia Ning, He Xing’s temper also flared up.

With a snap, He Xing put down his bowl and chopsticks.

“Grandfather, you say it so lightly, but when you arranged my marriage with Fu Han, weren’t you also thinking of repaying a favor?”

“What are you talking about?” Old Master He, puffing with anger, exclaimed, “I arranged your marriage because you two were in love. Do you dare say you didn’t like Fu Han?”

“Yes, now I like Fu Han, but when she was eighteen, I… I didn’t…”

The more He Xing tried to counter Old Master He’s words, the more he felt like he was digging his own grave. Ultimately, he closed his mouth tightly and said nothing more.

Old Master He pointed to the doorway and ordered, “What are you still doing here? Go back to your Huating No.1 house and wait. What if Fu Han comes back?”

He Xing had only planned to come back for a quick dinner with his grandfather before returning. Hearing his grandfather’s words, he left without a second word.

Old Master He glanced at the nearly untouched food and instructed, “Serve me another bowl of rice and reheat the soup.”

Old Zhou, who was bending over to attend to him, remarked, “Old Master, your appetite was really good today. I haven’t seen you eat this much in years.”

“And why not,” Old Master He scraped the last bit of rice from his bowl, “I finally got He Xing to admit he likes Fu Han. I’m in a good mood, how could I not eat well?”

“Yes, yes, it’s all thanks to Old Master’s wise methods.” Old Zhou laughed along, seizing the opportunity to serve Old Master He another bowl of soup, “Old Master, have some more.”

…

In the CEO’s office of He Group.

Early in the morning, Liang Tao was reporting the day’s schedule to He Xing when He Xing’s computer dinged—a new email had arrived.

He Xing received hundreds, if not thousands, of emails a day. Liang Tao didn’t think much of it and prepared to continue their previous conversation.

Unexpectedly, He Xing raised his hand and instructed, “Go out and bring me a cup of coffee.”

Liang Tao immediately set down the documents in his hand and hurried out, unaware that He Xing’s stoic expression had already crumbled.

Seeing who the email was from had excited He Xing. He quickly opened the email, finding none of the usual pleasantries, just a statement simple to the point of crudeness.

“I’ve verified it. They are just ordinary friends, at least for now.”

Then there was a video clip followed by two audio recordings.

He Xing didn’t bother looking for headphones and just clicked to play the video.

Though the video quality was poor and the people were bundled up tightly, he immediately recognized the woman in the pink down jacket as Fu Han, and thus, the man in the blue down jacket had to be Luo Qinghe.

Perhaps due to the distance of the shot, He Xing couldn’t make out a single word, only seeing the two people in the video tussling.

His expression growing ever darker, he opened the first audio file with annoyance. It was a recording of an enthusiastic woman chatting with a man, unintelligible to him.

Growing increasingly restless, He Xing opened the last audio file. Immediately, it was Fu Han’s voice. A woman was hitting on her, but Fu Han came across as very aloof.

By the end, when He Xing heard Fu Han give out Luo Qinghe’s room number, his mood finally lifted a little. He leaned back in his chair, preparing to relax and listen one more time.