Dating the Heartthrob Superstar Chapter 95: Ming Hui Goes to Prison

Chapter 95: Ming Hui Sent to Prison

Fang Minghui adjusted his clothes to make himself look more composed. Even though he had lost to ng Chao in everything, he didn’t want to seem like a defeated dog in terms of deanor.

Despite pulling his clothes straight without a single wrinkle, the exhaustion written across his brows betrayed him. Fang Minghui was incredibly tired. In recent tis, he had been dealing with constant ridicule and covert sarcasm from the family while also trying to build sothing significant, hoping to drag the Fang Family out of the mire and force those who had mocked him to see him in a new light.

But Fang Minghui knew this was impossible. After all, there were still three major obstacles pressing heavily on the Fang Family. Caught between dreams and harsh reality, Fang Minghui no longer had the sa charismatic vigor he once had. Despite being only twenty-six, he looked closer to soone in their thirties or forties—his hair had already turned white.

Thus, when ng Chao strode in confidently, Fang Minghui couldn’t suppress the jealousy rising within him. He once had been just like ng Chao—tall, long-legged, and radiating charisma. Now, things had changed; even his back had been bent under the burden of life.

For a mont, ng Chao almost didn’t recognize the man in front of him as Fang Minghui, but he didn’t waste his breath on small talk. Cutting straight to the heart of the matter, ng Chao said, "I believe you understand why I’m here today. I thought these circumstances would have humbled you, but I didn’t expect that you’d manage to make yourself look even more pathetic."

Feigning innocence, Fang Minghui pretended not to understand what ng Chao ant, his face showing deliberate confusion. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. If Mr. ng, the grand celebrity, has nothing else, I suggest you leave. My humble abode clearly isn’t fit for one as illustrious as yourself."

ng Chao let out a derisive laugh. "Do you really think I’m here today to argue with you? You know what you did. Do you honestly think I need evidence? I just ca to see what a sorry state you’re in—and I must say, it’s even worse than I imagined. But trust , the mont you try anything against Lin Qin again, I’ll make sure your life becos even more miserable."

For soone like Fang Minghui, who once carried himself with pride and arrogance, what would deliver the most crushing blow? Nothing short of tramping on his self-esteem and grinding it into the dirt could utterly break him.

This was exactly what ng Chao was doing now.

"You!" Fang Minghui hadn’t anticipated ng Chao’s tyrannical disregard for decency. He glared at ng Chao with venomous rage before quickly regaining composure, curling his lips into a cold scowl. "ng Chao, if you won’t let live peacefully, I won’t let you live peacefully either."

ng Chao sneered and glanced at Fang Minghui dismissively. "You really think you’re in a position to fight now?"

With that, ng Chao turned and walked away without looking back.

Fang Minghui stared at ng Chao’s departing figure, gritting his teeth in frustration while reluctantly admitting the truth of ng Chao’s words. At this mont, he indeed lacked the ans to oppose ng Chao.

Still, he could rebuild himself. He believed that one day, he’d stand back at his forr heights—or even higher. He’d crush every single person who underestimated him, who bullied him.

But the next day, Fang Minghui realized he would never get that chance.

The Fang Group was investigated for serious tax evasion and fraud. All senior executives, including Fang Minghui, were taken in for questioning. In the end, it was discovered that these problems existed from the very mont Fang Minghui joined the tech company.

Given the substantial amounts involved, Fang Minghui was sentenced to prison.

Only then did he understand that ng Chao’s words—"I’ll make sure you suffer even more"—were not petty insults but an earnest promise backed by action.

Fang Minghui regretted everything, but it was far too late to change anything now.

When Lin Qin heard about Fang Minghui’s plight, he felt neither happiness nor anger. As he had once said on Weibo, those people had completely ceased to hold any connection to him. Whether they thrived or suffered, he no longer cared.

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A month after the New Year, ng Ke dumped all the company matters onto ng Chao and gleefully packed his bags, preparing to head to Europe with Han Zhi.

Before leaving, ng Ke swore an oath on his life—he wouldn’t return until he successfully won over Han Zhi.

ng Chao joked, "Then I guess you’ll never be able to co back."

ng Ke responded by making a "get lost" gesture at ng Chao, telling him not to jinx it with his crow’s beak.

Despite the jesting, when ng Chao went to see him off at the airport, he sincerely wished ng Ke a successful pursuit of his love.

This ti, Han Zhi was heading to Europe to film a music video for his new album. He thought he had finally managed to shake off ng Ke and could enjoy half a month of peace and quiet. Just imagining it made Han Zhi a little excited.

Yet, upon arriving in Europe and opening the door to his hotel room, he spotted ng Ke stepping out of the room opposite his. Han Zhi rolled his eyes directly to the heavens.

ng Ke grinned widely at Han Zhi and said, "What a coincidence! Are you here as a tourist too?"

With a loud "bang," Han Zhi slamd his door shut. He didn’t believe for a second that ng Ke didn’t know he was there for the music video—ng Ke really was like a stubborn ghost that refused to leave.

Though his words expressed disdain, after closing the door, Han Zhi couldn’t help but laugh.

In truth, maybe he didn’t dislike ng Ke as much as he thought—perhaps he even liked him a little.

Just a little. Han Zhi convinced himself of that.

Over the next half month, Han Zhi was fully imrsed in filming the music video. ng Ke, on the other hand, kept finding excuses to show up at the filming sites. With his easy-going nature, ng Ke quickly earned favor with the crew, often bringing food for Han Zhi and the staff whenever he visited, making him quite popular on set.

So foreigners on the crew began casting ambiguous looks toward ng Ke and Han Zhi—looks that made Han Zhi montarily doubt whether they were truly just colleagues or an actual couple.

At first, Han Zhi would explain such misunderstandings once or twice, but after realizing it was pointless, he stopped bothering altogether. In the end, he thought: after the collaboration ends, everyone will go their separate ways; there’s no need to waste ti clarifying.

This behavior from Han Zhi, however, was misunderstood by ng Ke as silent approval, which he shalessly took advantage of.

Han Zhi himself wasn’t aware of ng Ke’s growing brazenness—or perhaps he hadn’t yet realized that his own attitude toward ng Ke was becoming increasingly accommodating. It seed as though ng Ke could always bend his rules and boundaries. Or rather, Han Zhi’s principles and limits seed nonexistent when it ca to ng Ke, left to be recklessly shattered by his own accord.

Thus, the two remained entangled like this until the music video finished filming. Yet, ng Ke hadn’t managed to secure Han Zhi’s agreent to a relationship, leaving him sowhat dejected. Was ng Chao right? Would he truly be unable to return ho ever again?

Then, on the evening following the shoot, everything changed.

In K City, a famous music festival was happening, one that ng Ke knew Han Zhi wanted to attend. He managed to get two tickets and invited Han Zhi to go with him.

Delighted by the prospect of the festival, Han Zhi agreed readily.

The music festival was packed with crowds, and Han Zhi felt completely relaxed. He thought they’d spend the night having fun and then return, but their luck turned sour—they encountered a terror attack.