Chapter 118: Chapter 118 - 118 118 Bracelet

Chapter 118: 118 Bracelet Chapter 118: 118 Bracelet Bai Wei shook her head, pale-faced, and briskly walked past Liang Tao towards He Xing’s room, frightening Liang Tao into hastily following behind to stop her, “Lady Bai, President He is in a terrible mood right now. For your own good, whatever you need, it’s best to see him another day.”

Liang Tao was offering a friendly reminder based on their decent relationship; otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered with anyone else.

But to his surprise, Bai Wei acted as if she hadn’t heard anything, staggering straight into He Xing’s room.

At the doorway, Liang Tao engaged in a bout of stomping and chest-beating but ultimately lacked the courage to reenter He Xing’s room. He could only silently mourn for Bai Wei for a mere five seconds, then he turned and left without looking back.

As soon as Bai Wei entered, she pouted and complained, “He Xing, you have to teach Luo Qinghe a lesson for me. He’s really gone too far, always just bullying me.”

He Xing slowly lifted his head, looking at Bai Wei with a detached expression, “It’s you who insisted on bothering him relentlessly. You’re still upset that he’s not accepting you? Then you might as well stop chasing after him, and it’d be better to give up sooner rather than later.”

“You think I don’t want to?” Bai Wei frowned, sitting on the sofa and opening a bottle of beer, guzzling down two mouthfuls, “Everyone’s a strategist after the fact. If I could turn back time, I wouldn’t have followed him to Antarctica.”

He Xing’s eyebrows twitched, a flicker of pity in his eyes as he said in a low voice, “Cold beer hurts the stomach, you should drink less.”

“I won’t.” Bai Wei, acting out of spite, took another two gulps. She puffed out her cheeks and scolded He Xing, “It’s all your fault I’m suffering like this with Luo Qinghe. Why didn’t you just go to Antarctica with Fu Han yourself? Why did you make me follow them so eagerly and cause trouble? Besides… besides, she and Luo Qinghe are at most just compatible friends. You’re the one overthinking it.”

He Xing coughed awkwardly and stubbornly said, “Who knows what their relationship would be by now if you hadn’t followed them all the way?”

The beer bottle was now empty. Bai Wei tossed it perfectly, the clattering can of beer dodging the trash bin, after rolling on the ground, it slid behind the curtain.

Cracking open another bottle, she didn’t even glance at He Xing, clearly determined to drink until drunk.

He Xing sighed, rose to his feet, and took the beer from Bai Wei, “You’ve had enough… If you want to drink, do it somewhere else. Don’t throw a fit here.”

“I want to go crazy right here,” Bai Wei said, flailing her manicured nails at He Xing, eventually wresting the beer back, “You don’t look after your own Fu Han and always pick on me. Who else should I trouble if not you?”

He Xing’s original impatience vanished when he heard the words “your own Fu Han,” and his expression softened. He smiled and didn’t argue further with Bai Wei.

Unfortunately, Bai Wei was the type who didn’t know when to stop, especially when given an advantage. Seeing He Xing wasn’t angry, she intensified her behavior, “He Xing, you tell me, how do you plan to deal with this?”

He Xing narrowed his eyes as if he saw through everything, “What do you want?”

Bai Wei giggled, taking another two gulps of beer, “I want to change the script, to have kissing and bed scenes, and plenty of them.”

“Are you sure you want bed scenes?” He Xing asked, looking exasperatedly at Bai Wei, “Aren’t you afraid that your aunt will find out, come storming over and drag you back home?”

Bai Wei’s face flushed, clearly waging an internal battle as she bit a clear mark into her lip.

In the end, she gritted her teeth and said, “I don’t care about all that. I need to take care of the here and now.”

…

Su Cheng had reserved a private booth in advance. When he arrived, he had two place settings laid out, and had the table adorned with scented candles and a bunch of roses—ninety-nine luscious red roses.

He took out a jewelry box from his pocket, opened it to take a look: this was a bracelet he selected after scouring through all the jewelry stores in City A.

The design was simple yet not commonplace: a gold bracelet with subtle lotus patterns. Although the lotuses were unopened, each flower was unique and each was carved to lifelike perfection.

Su Cheng felt that the “Han” in Fu Han’s name referred to an unopened lotus, one of the most beautiful moments in the life of a flower, symbolizing bright hope and the persistent force of life.

And indeed, this was exactly what Su Cheng felt in Fu Han: relentless vitality and a purity that was untouched by the mud around her. He also felt that Fu Han would be deeply rooted in his heart forever.

Footsteps were heard outside the box. Su Cheng, on hearing Fu Han’s conversation with the waiter, excitedly stood up, not forgetting to hold the roses in his hands.

When the door opened, Su Cheng and Fu Han looked at each other, both feeling a bit awkward, largely because of Luo Qinghe.

Upon seeing the roses, Luo Qinghe blurted out loudly as though fearing the world wouldn’t know, “Su Cheng, don’t tell me you’re planning to propose today? If so, I can take photos for you for free.”

Fu Han really wanted to sew Luo Qinghe’s mouth shut. Despite wearing boots, she kicked him in the shin, “If you don’t talk, no one considers you mute.”

She couldn’t understand how Luo Qinghe, who initially seemed like a chic, rebellious cool guy, had become more and more noisy the longer she got to know him.

Luo Qinghe grimaced in pain, “Fu Han, what do you mean? You pull me here to be a third wheel, and now you want to use me as a punching bag? I’ll have you know, I’m not in a good mood today either…”

Su Cheng hadn’t expected that without even speaking, the two of them would start arguing. Though filled with embarrassment, he still mustered the nerves to mediate, “Stop fighting, both of you. It’s not a proposal—I just wanted to give Fu Han the Christmas present I didn’t get to give her before.”

He promptly handed the jewelry box over to her, anticipation clear in his voice, “Open it, see if you like it.”

Fu Han took the box and sat across from Su Cheng. Slowly, she opened it, revealing a glittering gold bracelet.

Her eyes brightened as she picked up the bracelet for a closer look, happily saying, “Is this a lotus seed pod? Where did you find this?”

In that moment, Fu Han’s smile convinced Su Cheng that running through every jewelry store in City A once more would still be worth it.

His heart burst with joy, but he maintained a composed facade, “I just happened to pass by, saw this bracelet by chance, and thought you would like it, so I bought it for you.”

“Thank you, I really do like it. The ‘Han’ in my name comes from the lotus seed pod,” She said, her complexion changing slightly, “This bracelet looks expensive. How much was it? I’ll transfer the money to you.”