??Chapter 196: Chapter 196 The sa feeling
Chapter 196: Chapter 196 The sa feeling
He Xing was about to say sothing else but, hearing this, he held back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
He had witnessed with his own eyes the scene of Li Huazhi and his wife eting with Bai Qian yesterday, so he was indeed very curious about what exactly their relationship was.
The curiosity wasn’t because He Xing was a gossip, but because he felt intuitively that this matter was related to Bai Wei.
Li Huazhi’s expression changed several tis, and his eyes swept over He Xing and the others a few tis before ultimately softening his tone and, holding Luo Qiluo’s hand in a good-natured manner, said, “Alright, let’s not talk about this matter. Can we discuss Qinghe’s issue a bit further?”
To Luo Qiluo, the most important thing in life was face, which in her definition included both physical appearance and stature. That’s why she loved spicy food but could go a lifeti without eating a single chili pepper. She was clearly from a humble background but insisted on making it seem as if she ca from a wealthy family, adamant that Luo Qinghe take her surna.
Now that Li Huazhi had spoken carelessly, she didn’t want He Xing and Lin Na to laugh at her, nor was she willing to admit that the perfect love she had crafted for many years was nothing but a bubble. So, she nodded her head, even squeezing out a bit of a smile on her face.
However, they all underestimated the determination of the person involved to handle this matter, as well as the rebelliousness of Luo Qinghe.
Luo Qinghe erupted like an irate lion, yelling, “Who said we’d discuss? I’ve already decided—this afternoon, I’ll hold a press conference. As for what everyone will say about
then, if I have done wrong, then I’m prepared to face it.”
“Mr. Luo speaks wisely,” Lin Na praised, giving a thumbs up, “I finally understand why Bai Wei likes you. Don’t worry, I’ll issue a statent saying that Bai Wei believes in your character, that your relationship was hard-won, and she won’t give up easily. Then there won’t be as many people criticizing you.”
She thought she had spoken elegantly, but even Luo Qinghe himself didn’t give her a glance. Lin Na stopped talking and followed He Xing out of the room.
In the hallway, He Xing gave Lin Na a couple of instructions before calling Liang Tao to prepare the venue for the press conference.
Lin Na was also busy making phone calls, notifying journalists from various platforms to be ready for the press conference.
Today was destined to be a busy day, and after hanging up the phone, He Xing stood by the window at the end of the corridor for a while. Today was destined to be a busy day; he really wanted to stay with Fu Han, but the matters online were clearly more urgent.
He held his cigarette from beginning to end without taking a single puff, eventually snuffing the butt out in an ashtray on top of the trash bin. Straightening his clothes, he headed towards Fu Han’s ward.
Before he entered, he heard laughter coming from the ward—Su Cheng, Nan Qing, Ji Liangchuan, and also Fu Han’s laughter.
He Xing stood at the door for a good while, finding Fu Han’s laughter as clear as a wind chi on the windowsill, irresistibly refreshing to the listener.
As ti ticked on, he knew he had to say goodbye to Fu Han before leaving with his computer.
He Xing pushed the door open as gently as possible, but as soon as his face appeared in the crack of the door, the ward beca as quiet as if a pause button had been pressed, with all eyes on him, and the laughter vanished without a trace.
He felt saddened, but more than that, guilty.
Since Fu Han woke up yesterday, this was the first ti he had seen her laugh, but Fu Han’s laugh no longer belonged to him. Now, even his presence was a mistake.
He Xing forced a smile, pretending not to have heard the laughter from before, and asked in a light tone, “Fu Han, what are you all chatting about?”
“We were…” Fu Han’s face flushed slightly, and with an innocent gaze that flitted away, she whispered, “They were teaching
how to play a board ga.”
He Xing nodded, his smile deepening and growing gentler, “How’s it going?”
Fu Han shrank back a little, without saying a word.
But this small gesture wounded He Xing deeply. He had intended to walk over to Fu Han and speak with her, but now his feet seed leaden, rooted to the spot.
His smile stiffened, but his voice remained gentle, “Xiaohan, I need to step out for a bit to handle Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei’s issue. Is it okay if I co back to see you once I’m done?”
Sohow, seeing He Xing’s appeasing deanor, Fu Han’s heart ached as if it were pierced by needles, leaving her breathless with pain. She nodded, then after a mont added, “Be safe.”
He Xing chuckled, the first heartfelt laugh he had had since Fu Han woke up, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to fight anyone; there won’t be any safety issues.”
Fu Han knew she had misspoken, her face flushing deeply. The image of He Xing’s unexpected smile lingered in her mind, leaving her unable to utter another word.
Feeling as though he might have frightened Fu Han again, He Xing hastily packed up his computer and such, said goodbye, and left with his briefcase.
The ward returned to quiet, but this ti, sothing seed to have changed, yet it also seed as if nothing had at all.
How long it was no one could tell—perhaps a long ti, or maybe just a few minutes—when Ji Liangchuan heaved a deep sigh, “Why do I feel like He Xing is a bit pitiful?”
Nan Qing imdiately agreed, nodding vigorously, “I feel the sa way. He Xing used to not even smile, but now in front of Fu Han, he dares not smile. It feels… it feels like his spine has bent.”
This last remark struck Fu Han profoundly, and a sentint called “heartache” surged in her. Her fingers unwittingly twirled the hem of her hospital gown round and round.
Finally, she turned to Su Cheng, “Can you… can you help
tell He Xing sothing? Just tell him… tell him I’m not mad at him.”
“Sure,” Su Cheng agreed readily, imdiately taking out his phone to send He Xing a ssage. After composing it, he showed it to Fu Han for confirmation before hitting send.
On the side, Ji Liangchuan looked thoughtfully at Su Cheng and Fu Han interacting so intimately, even with four people in the room, they seed to have a barrier around them, one that the others couldn’t enter.
Ji Liangchuan couldn’t help thinking to himself, if Fu Han truly had permanent amnesia, then it might be that He Xing could never have her again.
Not just Ji Liangchuan felt this way; Nan Qing had a stark realisation as well.
But her concern wasn’t for He Xing; it was for Su Cheng. With Fu Han relying on Su Cheng as she was now, if she didn’t regain her mory, it would be the most natural thing for them to be together.
But if Fu Han did regain her mory and found out that the person she loved most was He Xing, wouldn’t that be too cruel for Su Cheng?
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