Chapter 125: Chapter 125 - 125 125 Candlelight Dinners

Chapter 125: 125 Candlelight Dinners Chapter 125: 125 Candlelight Dinners “You only know how to bully me, I’m going to tell my mom,” Bai Wei stamped her foot angrily, reluctantly walking away.

He Xing turned back to look at the dumbstruck Liang Tao, “What, do you still need me to help you guys carry things?”

Liang Tao, frightened, quickly told everyone to hurry and bring the things to Fu Han’s room.

Fu Han still sat in the hanging basket, her beautiful face full of anger. Although she didn’t speak out, her heart was strongly condemning He Xing.

But unfortunately, her condemnation was futile, as He Xing showed no reaction. He walked into Fu Han’s room with his hands behind his back, just as he would enter his own room. Settling on her single sofa, he stared at Fu Han without blinking, as if he were undressing her with his gaze.

A sensation of pins and needles on her back.

Fu Han felt itchily infuriated in her heart, but she could do nothing about it on the surface. She could only put on headphones and randomly pick a movie to kill time, constantly reminding herself that there was no one else in the room.

Liang Tao brought many people in, first draping Fu Han’s living room walls with fairy lights, then covering the chandelier with a sun and moon-shaped lampshade.

On the dining table, the coffee table, and even on the floor, scented candles were neatly arranged, making the already warm room burst with fragrance.

Ninety-nine roses were placed on the coffee table, glaringly red.

After everything was busy and done, Liang Tao took everyone and left, “Mr. He, Lady Fu, the candlelight dinner is ready for you. Please enjoy.”

Before he left, he didn’t only turn off the incandescent lamp for Fu Han but also thoughtfully closed her room door.

The sound of the door closing struck Fu Han’s heart like a hammer, causing her heartbeat to uncontrollably rise further, pounding rapidly like a startled deer.

He Xing slowly stood up, walking step by step towards Fu Han.

The sound of slippers on the floor was not loud, yet to Fu Han’s ears, it made her so nervous that her entire body stiffened.

In the room full of fragrant incense, Fu Han smelled a hint of the wintery scent of wintersweet, faint, with a touch of chilliness. Amidst the strong incense, it was like a refreshing stream that brought moments of clarity to her muddled mind.

Fu Han’s spirit rallied, and she turned to have a serious talk with He Xing, about things such as how she now cared only about her work and was not interested in other matters; such as how she had a boyfriend now and wished He Xing to keep his distance from her.

But before she could utter a word, she was startled by He Xing’s face, so close at hand. She abruptly retreated, seeking to widen the distance between them.

However, Fu Han forgot that she was sitting in a hanging basket at that moment. Her movement was so drastic that the basket rocked wildly, throwing off her balance. She was so scared that her face turned pale, already imagining herself falling to the floor in a humiliating fashion.

He Xing stepped forward and, with his broad hands, firmly gripped each side of the hanging basket, forcibly stopping its motion.

But due to inertia, Fu Han’s body still surged forward. With nothing to grasp, she could only watch as she flung herself onto He Xing.

He Xing, who had just firmly gripped the hanging basket the second before, now seemed to be drained of all strength, as he was pushed to the ground by Fu Han.

Fu Han, lying atop He Xing, first noticed how thin he felt. Her ribs collided with his, an uncomfortably bony encounter.

She looked down at He Xing, his collarbones faintly visible under his white shirt, his chin sharp without an ounce of flesh, his entire figure much more slender than three years ago.

A pang of heartache emerged in Fu Han’s heart, for she had never thought the word “slender” could describe He Xing.

Three years ago, He Xing had the ideal physique that seemed slimmer clothed but revealed muscle definition when undressed. Despite his busy schedule, he exercised every day.

Now, three years had passed. Where had all that muscle gone?

Fu Han pinched He Xing’s arm, still finding firm muscles, just less prominent than before. She breathed a sigh of relief, thankful to heaven that he hadn’t become skin and bones.

He Xing, lying on the ground looking up at Fu Han, watched as she examined and pinched his arm. Confused, he asked, “Xiaohan, what are you doing?”

“No… nothing,” Fu Han finally snapped back to reality. She realized the ambiguousness of their current position, her face flushing bright red as she struggled to get up, hands and feet scrambling.

But He Xing held her waist tightly, “Unless you explain, don’t even think about getting up.”

His breath was warm on her neck as he spoke, almost melting her with its heat.

After years of knowing him, Fu Han was all too aware of He Xing’s uncompromising nature. With no choice left, she reluctantly began, “I just wanted to see if you’ve gotten skinny.”

“Is that all?” He Xing was surprised, his dark eyes fixated on Fu Han, as if he didn’t recognize her or as though he had finally found back something precious.

Fu Han’s blush deepened; she could no longer care about anything else, her hands pressing against the ground as she struggled to her feet, “Aren’t you the one who said we should eat? Hurry up and eat, then leave.”

“Okay, let’s eat,” He Xing’s mood lightened considerably, he strode forward to pour Fu Han some red wine, “This bottle is from Grandpa’s wine cellar, I had it aerated in advance, try it.”

Fu Han swirled the wine glass, the liquid’s color a shade deeper than that of red wine, its aroma rich.

She took a light sip; it was sweet with a hint of dryness and a spicy kick, leaving a lingering flavor on her lips and teeth, “Such fine wine, you must’ve stolen it while Grandpa wasn’t home.”

“Of course not,” He Xing, in high spirits, downed a glass of the wine, “Grandpa originally didn’t want me to be a film producer, but when I said you were here as well, he immediately agreed and even handed me this bottle, telling me to make sure you got a taste.”

These days, Grandpa He was all that represented family to Fu Han. Thinking of the kindly old man softened her expression, “After shooting ends, I will go see Grandpa.”

“Why wait until shooting’s over?” As He Xing served a piece of lamb steak to Fu Han, he said, “I’ll give the whole crew three days off for the New Year, and then I can take you to see Grandpa.”

She was on the verge of saying “okay,” but Fu Han held back, maintaining a serious tone, “It’s too far off, let’s talk about New Year when it comes.”

He Xing smiled with a profound meaning but didn’t press the issue further and began gnawing on a piece of lamb steak himself, his eyes, however, kept wandering towards Fu Han.

His direct gaze was too powerful, almost as if he wore his heart on his face.

Fu Han couldn’t fend it off, keeping her head down and focusing on her food; she didn’t dare look at He Xing again.

The meal was torture for Fu Han, thankfully the dinner was truly delicious, and the expensive bottle of wine made it even more unforgettable.