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Chapter 18: 018 brushes off my words like they’re just wind in his ear Chapter 18: 018 brushes off my words like they’re just wind in his ear Fu Han arrived at the company and observed the surroundings, not expecting Su Cheng’s taste to still be on point.

“Are you Miss Fu? Our CEO is waiting for you in the office,” just as Fu Han was still examining the environment, the sharp-eyed receptionist spotted her and approached politely.

Fu Han nodded slightly and then followed the receptionist’s footsteps into the elevator.

By this time, Su Cheng had already been sneakily waiting in his office for Fu Han’s arrival.

He thought it would take a lot of effort and be very difficult to persuade her to come; he never dreamed it would be this easy.

Upon hearing footsteps outside the office door, Su Cheng quickly returned to his executive chair with long strides and looked solemnly at his computer.

Knock, knock, knock…

“Come in,” Su Cheng said and immediately diverted his gaze, hiding the panic in his eyes.

“Mr. Su, Lady Fu is here.”

Only after the receptionist finished speaking did Su Cheng stop his movements and look up at the woman in front of him, noticing her ears were already flushed with red.

The receptionist, sensing the atmosphere between the two, tactfully excused herself, leaving them alone.

“I never imagined that my cheerful and sunny senior would become my aloof boss; this stark difference in roles is quite amusing.”

Embarrassed, Su Cheng touched his neck upon hearing Fu Han’s words. He wanted to maintain a cool facade, but now exposed by Fu Han, he found it impossible to continue the charade and quickly crumbled.

“It was a bet with my dad, to prove to him that I could make a name for myself in City A.”

Hearing Su Cheng’s words, Fu Han couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy; if only she could have been so decisive.

With a languid smile, Fu Han teased, “You’ll definitely make it, but what am I supposed to do here?”

While she had agreed to come here, Fu Han didn’t even understand what the company did.

Getting back to business, Su Cheng’s excitement returned, signaling Fu Han to sit down before slowly explaining, “Don’t you enjoy photography? Just taking pictures of landscapes or people you like and giving them to me is enough.

However, you might occasionally need to shoot some advertisements or celebrities, because, after all, the company still relies on them…”

With each word, Su Cheng sounded less and less confident; he didn’t know if someone as free-spirited as Fu Han would enjoy such mundane tasks as taking pictures of celebrities and adverts.

“Okay, when do I start work?”

“Ah…” Su Cheng was caught off guard and took a moment to respond, not expecting her to agree so readily.

“You can start right now.”

Fu Han nodded and after thanking him, left guided by the assistant.

…

This was the first time He Xing had come home so early, standing on the second-floor balcony looking outside.

It wasn’t until evening that Fu Han finally stepped out of an Audi. The gloom that had enveloped He Xing’s eyes finally found a touch of brightness.

However, upon seeing the man who followed right behind her, a vein throbbed on He Xing’s temple, and the previously warm air around him turned instantly cold.

“Fu Han, you’re not being obedient…”

After a while, He Xing took out his phone and dialed a number, saying into the receiver, “Find out who brought Fu Han back.”

Once he finished, He Xing hung up and looked down at the ground floor for a moment before heading inside the house.

Downstairs, Fu Han sensed someone watching her and glanced up to the second-floor balcony, but it was empty.

“What’s wrong?” Su Cheng followed Fu Han’s gaze and asked, puzzled.

Fu Han shook her head, lacking any real energy, “Nothing, I might have seen it wrong. Thank you for bringing me home today.”

“No problem at all, it’s what I should do anyway,” Su Cheng said, touching the back of his head.

Fu Han smiled lazily and without looking back, entered the villa.

With a soft sigh, Su Cheng watched her slender figure move away, feeling like he had gotten a step closer to her today.

Right after entering the house and checking with Grandpa He, Fu Han went upstairs, feeling unexpectedly fulfilled today.

She had just reached the corridor when a forceful pull dragged her into a room abruptly.

By the time Fu Han collected herself, she had already forcefully collided against the wall, experiencing a sharp pain in her back, and the man’s hot breath was on her face.

“He Xing, what kind of madness is this!” Fu Han’s eyes blazed with anger as she glared and asked with a cold tone.

He Xing’s eyes were bloodshot, and he stared intently into her eyes, attempting to find the answers he wanted.

“Do you like him that much?” he asked, his voice colored with jealousy. Did she bring him here deliberately to make him watch their intimacy?

Fu Han burst into laughter, her eyes still calm, “Like him? Of course, I do. Tender, considerate, sunny, and cheerful; isn’t that what I like?”

The man clenched his fists tightly, anger seemingly about to erupt from within.

“What, have you fallen for me?” Fu Han sneered lightly after speaking, implying the idea of the illustrious He Xing falling in love was ridiculous.

As He Xing raised his fist, there was no fear in Fu Han’s eyes, which remained languidly fixed on him.

He Xing, with his inner cheek clenched in his teeth and a “bang,” did not let his punch land on Fu Han’s face.

“Get out, and don’t let me see you,” He Xing lowered his hand and turned around, his eyes downcast as he spoke with a cold tone.

Fu Han merely laughed softly and without a backward glance, left the room. She felt tired; she had no lust for these late-coming affections.

After Fu Han closed the door, He Xing turned back and looked toward the doorway, his inscrutable eyes reflecting thoughts unknown.

The next day, to avoid meeting He Xing, Fu Han got up exceptionally early. But as soon as she came downstairs, she saw Xia Ning sitting in the living room chatting and laughing joyfully with Grandpa He.

“Grandpa, good morning,” Fu Han greeted Grandpa He with a smile, looking sweet and obedient.

“Han, why are you up so early? You should sleep more if work is tiring you out.”

Before Fu Han could respond, Xia Ning interjected quickly, “Why won’t you come work at the Xia Family company? Since we know each other, I’d definitely give you benefits.”

Fu Han frowned slightly; she really couldn’t understand how someone could be so shameless. Just a few days ago, who was it pretending to be sick, making her apologize, and now cozying up shamelessly?

“That’s not necessary, I’m quite content with my current job.”

Fu Han rolled her eyes and walked past to sit beside Grandpa He, coquettishly hugging his arm, “Grandpa, why is everyone allowed to come over?”

“You…” Xia Ning glared at the person in front of her, her carefully applied makeup distorted by anger.

“There’s a Charity Gala at the Xia Family tonight, she’s here to deliver an invitation,” Grandpa He explained.

No sooner had Grandpa He finished speaking than Xia Ning looked at Fu Han with an air of arrogance, as if to say, she had legitimate business here.