Chapter 124: Chapter 124 - 124 124 Women Chasing Men

Chapter 124: 124 Women Chasing Men Chapter 124: 124 Women Chasing Men Wealthy heirs will go to any extremes to pursue a beauty—this melodramatic trope never goes out of style, year after year.

Luo Qinghe was so angry he wanted to curse, but luckily Su Cheng forcefully grabbed his phone away, “Brother Qinghe, if you really reveal your relationship with Bai Wei, have you thought about the situation it would put her in?”

That one sentence extinguished much of the fury in Luo Qinghe’s heart, but the feelings of dejection within him were like an endless river. He even began to seriously consider Su Cheng’s suggestion.

If you fall down, you have to get back up right there and then, as long as he could win Bai Wei over, would anyone still laugh at him behind his back?

Luo Qinghe drank one glass after another, completely oblivious to Su Cheng’s fingers flying over the keyboard, already having sent out the content of their recent conversation.

Neither of them noticed someone not far away was taking photos with a hidden camera, especially capturing Luo Qinghe drinking.

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Five-star hotel.

Fu Han sat in the swing chair on the balcony of her room, dressed in a form-fitting black knit dress that contoured her perfect figure, accentuating her soft and slim waist without an ounce of excess flesh.

Her waist-length curly hair cascaded down, and the light upon her gave off a languid sexiness.

Bai Wei’s eyes roamed up and down Fu Han’s body, sincerely admiring, “Fu Han, with your face and figure, not entering the entertainment circle is truly a waste.”

Fu Han’s gaze lifted from the book in her hands, sweeping indifferently over Bai Wei.

Bai Wei was dressed in a white casual outfit today, the loose design concealing her hot figure, but the ultra-short top revealed a segment of her waist, paired with her slender neck and delicate ankles, there was an ultimate beauty that blended androgyny on Bai Wei.

Fu Han raised an eyebrow, “Bai Wei, stop being modest in front of me, you’re not bad at all. Otherwise, how would you have so many people adoring you?”

Though she had heard such words before, they now sounded uncomfortable coming from Fu Han’s mouth, and Bai Wei coughed awkwardly, “Why does it feel so odd hearing that from you? Besides, not everyone likes me.”

The latter half of her words carried a clear sense of loss, saddening to those who heard it.

Just at that moment, Fu Han’s phone rang. She looked at it and a smile slowly crept across her lips. She tossed the phone to Bai Wei, “Take a look at this before you speak.”

Bai Wei took the phone with confusion and after glancing at it for a moment, her face brightened with laughter, but as she laughed, doubt snuck in, “Is this real? Aren’t you tricking me?”

“I don’t have time for that nonsense,” Fu Han said irritably, “If you don’t believe it, just forget it and give me back my phone.”

“Let me look again, I want to take note of it,” Bai Wei said with a fawning smile, her underlying intentions clear.

She read and reread the messages sent by Su Cheng, memorizing every word before handing the phone back to Fu Han, “Thank you.”

“No need for thanks,” Fu Han said, her smile as calm as a cloudless sky, “Su Cheng and I will help you, but you have to put in the effort yourself as well.”

“Of course, I’ll work hard,” Bai Wei giggled, boasting pridefully, “He Xing has already agreed to add more bed scenes and kissing scenes. When the time comes, I’ll make it real—if he can resist that, I’ll take the loss.”

Fu Han was bending down to grab her phone when she heard this. She remained in that bent position for a full ten seconds before finally giving a thumbs-up, “You’re truly amazing. I admire you.”

“Heh heh,” Bai Wei stuck out her tongue playfully, “I have no choice in the matter, I just hope this move works.”

“It definitely will.” Inside, Fu Han found Bai Wei’s actions absurd yet almost felt like laughing, as she nodded vehemently, “It’s said that a woman pursuing a man is separated only by a layer of gauze, and with your efforts, even if it’s made of iron, you’ll surely succeed.”

“Alright, I’ve received the news I wanted, and now it’s time for me to head back for my beauty routine,” Bai Wei said gracefully, her mood clearly improved from when she arrived.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and said seriously to Fu Han, “I had a lot of misunderstandings about you in the past and said hurtful things. Yet you still helped me pursue Luo Qinghe without holding a grudge… I… thank you.”

“No need for thanks,” Fu Han waved casually, “I’m not only helping you. I just think that you and Luo Qinghe might actually make a good match.”

Bai Wei nodded and didn’t say more. She opened the door to leave but nearly collided with Liang Tao. Caught off guard, her irritation flared, “Liang Tao, you did that on purpose, didn’t you? Always standing silently at the door—tell me, did you overhear anything?”

“I didn’t hear anything,” Liang Tao’s face crumpled with displeasure, “It’s He Xing who sent me to deliver Miss Fu’s dinner. I was just about to knock when you opened the door.”

It was then that Bai Wei noticed the line of waitstaff behind Liang Tao, each one holding a tray covered with cloches, obscuring the contents underneath.

She turned with a suggestive smile towards Fu Han, “Looks like my brother is determined to make you my sister-in-law. Maybe you should reconsider him? I promise not to be a difficult sister-in-law.”

Fu Han had been revisiting the WeChat messages from Su Cheng and felt like a melon had suddenly been crushed on her head. Her cheeks flared red, and she quickly shooed them away, “Liang Tao, quickly take the food away, I won’t eat it.”

“Miss Fu, you haven’t had dinner yet, please eat a little,” Liang Tao insisted, putting on a brazen smile, “Please do me a favor, otherwise I can’t explain it to He Xing.”

He wouldn’t dare take the food away even if he had ten guts; He Xing was far more terrifying than Fu Han. Even with his toes, he knew that if he really took the food away, He Xing would likely flay him.

“No way, take it away now, or I’ll call hotel services,” Fu Han might have relented under normal circumstances, but Bai Wei was currently standing with her arms crossed, leaning against the door frame, entertained. The feeling was very uncomfortable, so she was much firmer than usual.

“Call hotel services?” An icy voice spoke up, and the next second, He Xing’s figure appeared at the door. He looked at Fu Han from afar, “Do you need help?”

Fu Han glared fiercely at He Xing, her teeth leaving a clear mark on her lips. She snorted coldly, turning her head away without speaking.

Bai Wei burst into laughter, patting Fei Xin’s shoulder and saying, “It takes a bad guy to grind down another bad guy. He Xing, only you can handle Fu Han.”

He Xing glanced at his shoulder, “If you don’t take your paws off soon, I guarantee you’ll be tortured miserably.”