Chapter 137: Chapter 137 - 137 History Repeats itself 137

Chapter 137: History Repeats itself 137 Chapter 137: History Repeats itself 137 Xia Ning used to be like this, always mentioning He Xing and Xia Cheng at the drop of a hat, bringing them up to suppress others whenever she encountered any issues or having Yang Kaitai, this young master, come to her aid.

The moment Fu Han heard these words, she was furious. She walked straight up to Xia Ning: “Xia Ning, if you want to seek revenge, do it yourself. Why keep dragging others into it?”

“I didn’t.” Xia Ning took a couple of steps back, her eyes red as she spoke in a voice only audible to the two of them: “Fu Han, do you want to hit me again? Go ahead if you dare. If you dare to hit me again, I’ll definitely sue you with a lawyer.”

Fu Han snorted coldly. For some reason, she suddenly found Xia Ning pitiful. Since her vengeance was already complete and she was no longer angry, she turned around, preparing to leave.

No sooner had she taken a step than someone kicked her feet from under her, causing her to lose her balance and fall forward.

“Be careful.” Xia Ning’s scream rang out as she grabbed hold of Fu Han. But because her movement was too forceful, she fell backward herself.

Cries of shock began to rise around them. Some people rushed towards Xia Ning, but it was too late; Xia Ning’s head hit the tripod of a fixed camera.

Fu Han wasn’t much better off. When Xia Ning grabbed her, she had taken hold of her neck and hair, causing a searing pain in her neck and a sensation as if her scalp was being torn apart.

“Xia Ning!” A clear voice called out in obvious anxiety.

Fu Han turned her head to see He Xing rushing towards them, pushing past Su Cheng and Qin Xiaonian in his haste.

Not having seen him for several days, He Xing’s chin was now shadowed with a circle of bluish stubble, and his cheeks seemed to have thinned. Fu Han felt a twinge of heartache and softly called out, “He Xing.”

But He Xing didn’t spare her a glance, scooping Xia Ning up in his arms and rushing outside at an astonishing speed.

Everything happened in a flash, and many didn’t even see how He Xing got inside.

After regaining his composure, the director laughed it off: “Well… He Xing does indeed care a lot about Xia Ning. No wonder she always brings him up.”

The majority of the onlookers turned their gaze to Fu Han, curious to see her reaction.

Su Cheng’s eyes never left Fu Han for a second, his heart sinking when she looked surprised and aching when her face was deathly pale.

Now, as everyone regarded Fu Han with the eyes of spectators, Su Cheng could not hold himself back any longer. He grabbed her hand and swiftly led her away.

In the white Audi, Su Cheng looked worriedly at Fu Han in the passenger seat: “Fu Han, where do we go now? Wherever you want to go, I’ll be there with you.”

Fu Han mustered a faint smile: “Just drop me off at the hotel. I’ll change and then we can go for a meal.”

“You still want to go for a meal?” Su Cheng looked at Fu Han surprised, his eyes a mixture of admiration, astonishment, and sorrow: “Actually, you don’t necessarily have to go. I can explain things to my parents.”

Fu Han’s already complicated expression grew more troubled, and she opened her mouth, a look of reluctance in her eyes as she gazed at Su Cheng.

A bad premonition gripped Su Cheng, and he cut in before Fu Han could speak: “Fu Han, I guess you’re also very tired today, haha, if you have something to say, it’s not urgent to talk about it today. Let’s talk some other time.”

Guilty feelings intensified within Fu Han, but some things she had thought through clearly: dragging things out was bad for everyone. It would only increase the guilt of the guilty and bury those already deeply involved even deeper.

She turned to Su Cheng: “Su Cheng, I have something to tell you. I truly appreciate that you like me and that you always stand up for me, but I think we can’t continue pretending to be a couple anymore. It’s not good for you.”

“I don’t think it’s bad.” Su Cheng’s face was clearly pallid, but he still managed to force a smile and jokingly said: “Actually, it’s you who thinks it’s bad, right?”

“I…” Fu Han’s face flushed red, overwhelmed with emotions. After hesitating for a moment, she spoke again: “I admit I haven’t forgotten He Xing, but that’s not the main reason I want to end things with you. Having spent some time together, I feel you and Nan Qing are truly compatible. My presence will hinder your relationship, so that’s why…”

“Stop talking.” For the first time, Su Cheng interrupted Fu Han. His face flushed with emotion, he said: “Fu Han, if you want to rekindle things with He Xing, just say it. But don’t bring up other irrelevant matters here. Go chase your happiness; I will never stand in your way.”

Fu Han’s face was beet red. She wanted to say more, but it seemed pointless.

With an indecipherable sigh, in the end, she said nothing. When the car stopped in front of the hotel, she opened the door and got out.

They said goodbye to each other as if nothing had happened, and then one drove away while the other entered the hotel, as though the argument in the car had never occurred.

As soon as Fu Han entered the hotel, she felt as if she were collapsing under a heavy burden, weighing down so heavily on her that she could hardly straighten her back.

The moment when He Xing carried Xia Ning away played over and over in Fu Han’s heart, on an endless loop.

It was so similar to what happened three years ago: when she and Xia Ning fell into the swimming pool, He Xing’s eyes only held Xia Ning, not even sparing Fu Han a glance before taking Xia Ning away.

If Fu Han had come to terms with her longing for He Xing over the past few days, the events that just unfolded shattered any illusions she might have had.

As for what she had told Su Cheng, those were thoughts that had been on her mind for quite some time. She had witnessed Nan Qing and Su Cheng’s interactions, and aside from the title of a couple, there was a genuinely sweet atmosphere between them.

She had been considering how to broach the subject of ending their contract relationship with Su Cheng for several days, seeking the right moment. But now it seemed her timing was all wrong, amplifying Su Cheng’s hurt instead of alleviating it.

Fu Han sighed deeply, and just then her phone rang. Seeing it was He Xing’s call, she hung up immediately; a few seconds later it rang again, He Xing again, and she hung up once more.

The phone stayed quiet for two minutes. Just as she exited the elevator, it rang again. Enraged, Fu Han picked up without checking: “What is it with you? Can’t you stop calling me?”

“Fu Han, what are you talking about? Who has been calling you?” Nan Qing’s voice came through the phone, as sunny as ever.

“Ah… Well, I thought it was a harassing call.” Fu Han scrambled to save face. Her cheeks were flushed with the lie, grateful that they weren’t face to face, otherwise, the lie would’ve been easily exposed.