Chapter 28: Chapter 28 - 28 What on earth do you want to do 028

Chapter 28: What on earth do you want to do, 028? Chapter 28: What on earth do you want to do, 028? He stepped forward, ready to say something.

Unexpectedly, a cold wind blew and while everyone was shivering, Fu Han had already fallen into a familiar embrace.

Without looking back, she knew who it was. Her arms tried hard to break free, but in the face of absolute strength, her efforts were like a clay ox melting into the sea without causing the slightest ripple.

The voice of He Xing, devoid of any warmth, rose above her head, “You can tell the scale of a company by its name; yours is so tacky that I am guessing the company is on its last legs.”

If anyone else had said this, Fu Han would have sneered, and even spat to show her disdain.

But this man was He Xing, the Executive Chairman of the He Group—one of the foremost families in A City. Not to mention A City, in Country Z, there were hardly a few who would dare to question his words.

Fu Han understood why He Xing was so angry: because of her leaving without notice, and perhaps also because she had accepted that she “liked” Su Cheng—although it was really just a cover she found, not that she truly liked Su Cheng.

But for whatever reason, she couldn’t just stand by and watch He Xing ruin Su Cheng’s company.

With a sudden burst of strength, she broke free from He Xing’s embrace and positioned herself protectively in front of Su Cheng, “He Xing, what exactly do you want? ”

He Xing’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He looked at Fu Han deeply, as if seeing her for the first time.

And wasn’t it practically the first time? The little girl who used to follow him everywhere was now standing in front of another man, a bitter irony.

“I only do what I want to do.”

After saying this, He Xing turned and left without any further delay, as Liang Tao carried the briefcase and scurried to keep up.

In the distance, Fu Han could faintly hear the soft murmurs of the staff behind her, talking of each looking out for themselves, and a looming disaster.

“What are you all doing here during work hours? Got too much time on your hands?” Fu Han spun around abruptly, her peach blossom eyes wide open in concert with her pale face, giving her a serious air.

A chill went down the spines of the staff, and they scattered like birds and beasts.

Fu Han offered comforting pats on Su Cheng’s shoulder, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this.”

Once she had spoken, she turned and left, not seeing Su Cheng’s expression, nor hearing his cold sneer, “I want to see who can bring down my company.”

Fu Han caught up with He Xing in the underground parking lot, where he was leaning against the door of his Lamborghini, a cigarette between his slender fingers. The ash was long, lingering on the brink of falling.

The ash was grey, and in between the white of the cigarette was a hint of barely visible golden flame.

Fu Han never liked the smell of cigarettes. She frowned, but ultimately walked towards He Xing.

Pondering He Xing’s frantic behavior since her return to the country and now in the empty parking lot, Fu Han finally halted a meter away from him, “Speak, what exactly do you want?”

“Is that how you ask for a favor?” He Xing tossed the cigarette on the ground and stamped on it twice, his handsome face mocking.

Fu Han crossed her arms, “Mr. He, how would you like me to beg you? Get on the ground, or strip and lie in bed? I’m willing to do whatever you want, as long as you’re generous.”

He Xing’s back straightened sharply, and for a moment, he felt an urge to push Fu Han against the wall, but he refrained from doing so.

Her casual words and indifferent attitude clearly conveyed, “Everything you do is within my expectations.”

Feeling defeated for the first time since he was born, He Xing glared at Fu Han viciously, “Do you like Su Cheng that much? To the extent that you’re willing to pay any price for him?”

“Yes!” All the rationality left in Fu Han could only support that one word. Her nails, not very sharp, had pierced her palm. Fortunately, the pain retained her last shred of sanity.

Love, career—what were they? For the first 22 years of her life, she lived without freedom or a sense of self, all for the sake of love. In the following 3 years, she realized nothing was more important than freedom.

Now, she had finally left the He Family.

If she showed any weakness, she knew He Xing would drag her back.

So, she could only say to herself, “Sorry, Su Cheng. I’m using you as a shield. If I can’t give you love, I’ll at least help you in business.”

“Fine, very well,” He Xing said before forcefully pulling open the car door and climbing into the backseat, not giving Fu Han another glance.

The driver’s door opened, and Liang Tao emerged to hand Fu Han a folder, then hurried back into the car without another word. Moments later, the Lamborghini drove off into the distance.

It was only when the Lamborghini was no longer in sight that Fu Han slumped to the ground.

She had no strength left; all her power had dissipated in the confrontation with He Xing.

If He Xing had looked at her for even one more second, she might have had an emotional breakdown, and what may have followed was beyond her ability to predict.

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When Fu Han returned to the office looking distraught, Su Cheng immediately came over with concern, “Fu Han, are you alright? I was telling you, there’s no need to go looking for Mr. He, I’m not afraid of him at all.”

Fu Han glanced at the pale Su Cheng without saying a word, but she thought, if you’re not afraid of him, why do you look so awful?

Su Cheng didn’t get a reply but his gaze unintentionally fell on the office desk. There lay an embossed golden invitation: “Across the Heavens Photography Contest.”

The Across the Heavens Photography Contest, held every three years, is the highest event at the Country Z Photography Festival. Many renowned photographers from all over the world participate. The qualification requirements are strict, and the threshold is extremely high.

It’s said that even the tickets to view the competitors’ works are priceless.

His eyes lit up, “Fu Han, is this your invitation? You’re amazing to even participate in the Across the Heavens Photography Contest. You… you’re definitely going to be the most famous photographer in Country Z.”

When Fu Han returned to the country, she indeed thought about joining this competition, but now that she indeed had the invitation, it felt like a hot potato.

A person can be very complicated, outwardly cold to her, yet affectionate in private; he was the one who said she shouldn’t work, yet he also sent her this competition invitation.

In the folder Liang Tao handed her was this invitation. Now this invitation and the pallor on He Xing’s face before he left were interwoven, leaving her with a nagging restlessness.

She shoved the invitation into her drawer, fighting the irritation, “You’re exaggerating, I haven’t decided whether or not to participate in the photography contest.”

“Why not?” Su Cheng’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Even if you don’t win an award, it would be good just to go and learn something.”

“Alright, I have things to do now, please leave. We can talk about the rest later,” Fu Han issued a dismissal, and after Su Cheng left, she double-checked that the office door was locked.

Right now, she just wanted a small space of her own, somewhere she could sort through her emotions.

She had no idea how much time had passed, but then she slapped her cheeks hard and told herself, “Fu Han, wake up. Are you really going soft over such a small favor?”