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Chapter 59: 059 together

Yang Kaitai chuckled, not arguing with Xia Ning further, but the indifferent expression on his face made it clear he wasn’t taking her words to heart.

Xia Cheng was halfway through a drink when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and imdiately dropped the playful look on his face, “Hello, Dad, what do you want?”

A minute later, Xia Cheng hung up, his gaze fiercely fixed on Yang Kaitai, “What on earth are your people doing? What have they done?”

Yang Kaitai, who had been teasing Xia Ning, muttered “Impossible” as he pulled out his phone to make a call.

No one picked up his first call, and his complexion changed. He sat up straight and dialed a second, then a third call… Invariably, no one answered any of them.

Already furious, Xia Ning’s beautiful face was full of scorn, “Yang Kaitai, did you say you would ruin Fu Han’s reputation? What’s the matter, not capable enough? If you can’t even handle a servant’s daughter, and you still delude yourself into thinking you can be with , it’s just…”

“Xiaoning, spare a few words,” Xia Cheng glowered at Xia Ning and then said gently to Yang Kaitai, “Kaitai, you better hurry back and check on the situation there. If there’s anything, we’ll be in touch.”

After a couple of polite words, Yang Kaitai hurriedly got up and left. He had wanted to take his relationship with Xia Ning a step further tonight, but at the critical mont, he suffered a Waterloo, feeling more humiliated than if Xia Ning had slapped him in the face.

…

Fu Han said she was working in her studio, but she was actually in no mood to work at all. She kept wondering what He Xing was doing in her room, worried he might be rummaging around and seeing things he shouldn’t.

So much so that an hour passed and she hadn’t even touched the photo on her computer desktop.

Finally, she didn’t force herself to work anymore and curled up on the sofa, resigned to re-opening Weibo—neither Su Cheng nor He Xing wanted her to look at Weibo anymore.

Surprisingly, a look at the trending searches on Weibo revealed nothing about her. She sat up, excited.

But she celebrated too soon. A quick search of her na still brought up many posts—so criticizing her, others defending her, and so comparing her with Xia Ning.

The internet was like a battlefield without smoke of gunpowder, where countless faceless people sat in front of their computers, speaking their minds freely.

And the war of words centered around Fu Han had evolved into a debate on who was better suited for He Xing: Fu Han or Xia Ning, with many supporters on both sides.

Fu Han’s supporters felt that she grew up with He Xing and was recognized as a granddaughter-in-law by the He family patriarch, which showed she had the approval of the He family and had feelings for He Xing.

On the other hand, Xia Ning’s supporters thought that her family background matched He Xing’s, with similar upbringings. Their union would be a strong partnership, rather than charity like Fu Han.

The more Fu Han read on, the angrier she got, but there were also things that made her happy—the fewer and fewer ntions of Luo Qinghe. There was never a Luo Qinghe between her and He Xing, and she was already sorry for dragging him into this without reason.

While browsing, her phone suddenly froze. Sighing resignedly, Fu Han decided it was ti to get a new phone, having used this one for several years.

Looking outside, the sky had darkened completely, and her stomach began to rumble. She hadn’t eaten much all day, only a few bites of noodles at noon, and she was truly hungry now.

When Fu Han left the studio, she found her bedroom door open, with the room pitch-black and no lights on.

She hesitated but eventually went in. With the light from outside, she could see He Xing lying on the bed, sleeping.

Unlike the previous ti he slept on the hospital bench, this ti, his sleeping position was quite exaggerated. He stretched out in a “big” shape, using the entire 1.8-ter-long bed to the fullest.

Although she couldn’t see He Xing’s face, Fu Han’s heart softened for so reason, and the irritation from browsing Weibo subsided significantly. She tiptoed out and headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

The mont she left the room, He Xing moved slightly. His eyes, in the darkness, glead like reflective lights, captivating.

He Xing wasn’t asleep; he rely used an excuse to stay in Fu Han’s room for a few hours, working on his phone the entire ti.

Just a few minutes ago, he received a call from Liang Tao, completing the task he had arranged to perfection.

At this point, He Xing’s mind finally settled, and, in good spirits, he began to roll around on Fu Han’s bed.

Of course, he wanted to look around Fu Han’s room, this entirely strange room he entered for the first ti, but his upbringing prevented him from rummaging through her belongings without permission.

Just before Fu Han ca in, he heard her footsteps and, on impulse, pretended to sleep.

He secretly hoped she would co in, like the day he guarded her outside the ward, and then he would suddenly embrace her in his arms…

His little sche failed, and He Xing sighed with disappointnt. He took a deep breath of her scent left on the pillow before getting out of bed.

The aroma of cooked rice wafted out, and the sound of chopping vegetables emanated from the kitchen.

He Xing watched Fu Han bustling about in an apron, his heart inexplicably softened. Apparently, the hustle for daily als could also be this blissful, a simple happiness unique to ordinary people.

“Do you need help?” He Xing asked with a smile, standing behind her.

“You don’t make a sound when you walk? You scared

to death.” Fu Han patted her chest with a jolt, pointing to the garlic on the cutting board, “Peel the garlic, please.”

Free labor, why not make good use of it, especially since He Xing would also have a share of the dinner.

The simple four-dish-one-soup al sat on the pure white dining table, quietly elegant, with even the scent of the food being subtly pleasant.

These dishes obviously couldn’t compare with those made by the He family’s chef, in both presentation and flavor, but He Xing felt that Fu Han’s culinary skills had indeed improved a lot over the past three years. At least, he didn’t have to brace himself to eat the dark culinary experints like before.

“Food wasn’t sothing Fu Han was particularly keen on.” Before her parents died, she was a chunky food lover pampered by her parents. After their death, her eyes and heart only had He Xing, fearing she would beco unattractive if she gained weight. For her, not dieting was already good; she wasn’t going to search for delicacies.

Rembering the scene of her cooking with Fu Han earlier, she felt a flutter in the depths of her heart. She had such fond mories of her parents cooking together, so beautiful.

“Just eat whatever you can, and if you can’t, instant noodles will do,” Fu Han said offhandedly without looking at He Xing.