Chapter 60: Chapter 60 - 60 Destroy the bridge after crossing the river

Chapter 60: Destroy the bridge after crossing the river Chapter 60: Destroy the bridge after crossing the river “As long as you made it, I’ll like anything you cook.” He Xing took a big bite of rice, proving his point with action.

Fu Han swept a glance at him nonchalantly, remaining silent. Yet, she couldn’t help but think that in the past, she had to act coy and sweet to get He Xing to eat the food she cooked. Who was this performance for now?

“Why aren’t you eating?” He Xing picked up a large piece of egg for Fu Han. “This tomato fried egg is really tasty, have more.”

“Thanks.” Fu Han pushed the egg to the side, paused, yet couldn’t help but ask, “Did your people find out who was behind this incident?”

“Finish your bowl of rice, and then I’ll tell you,” He Xing supplemented with a teasing smile, “Also, you need to eat more vegetables, you can’t just have rice.”

Fu Han looked at He Xing puffily, frustrated yet powerless against him. She was well aware that he was a man of his word.

She ate as if she had a vendetta against the bowl of rice in her hand, shoveling food fiercely into her mouth.

He Xing got the chills, feeling as if Fu Han was devouring his own flesh.

“I’m done.” Fu Han slammed her bowl and chopsticks down on the table, loud and clear, her face etched with deep grievance.

“You still need to drink a bowl of soup.” He Xing served her a bowl of shredded pork soup, his face expressionless, but his eyes brimming with mirth.

“If I’m not satisfied with the answer you give later, don’t blame me for turning on you,” Fu Han warned before taking the bowl of soup.

Compared to Fu Han, who needed threats to eat, He Xing’s appetite soared. He not only finished two bowls of rice but also drank two bowls of soup. By the time he put his bowl and chopsticks down, the dishes on the table were almost gone.

After He Xing had put the dishes in the dishwasher, Fu Han could hardly wait any longer. She frowned at him, “Can you finally tell me now?”

He Xing pulled Fu Han to sit down on the sofa with him. He spoke leisurely, “The incident started brewing online around three in the morning, when most people were asleep. It was like a sudden drop from the sky.”

After hearing what He Xing said, Fu Han finally realized how complicated the situation was and could confirm that someone was indeed manipulating things behind the scenes.

The entire Public Relations Department of He Group worked overtime late into the night, but even so, the online public opinion continued to escalate; the other party was well-prepared.

By ten o’clock in the morning, He Group and Li Group had reached a cooperation to jointly address the online discourse.

At noon, they managed a draw with the opposition – the internet was no longer overflowing with abuse towards Fu Han alone. It was also the moment when He Xing had Liang Tao pull a decoy move, successfully misdirecting the journalists for a while. With Su Cheng sent away, He Xing arrived at Fu Han’s home himself.

At this point, Fu Han couldn’t help but interject with a snide remark. He Xing had to be doing this on purpose. But if she had to choose between him and Su Cheng, she truly preferred He Xing’s company.

Not because she still loved He Xing, but being with Su Cheng was simply too awkward. She couldn’t even allow herself to show too much distress.

Of course, ideally, she wouldn’t have to spend time alone with either of the two men.

Meanwhile, He Xing, oblivious to her thoughts, continued, “My people have traced the location of the hackers who spread the rumors online. By now, that group of hackers should be in the police station.”

Fu Han, who had been listening distractedly, got excited after hearing this. She grabbed He Xing’s wrist tightly, “Really? That’s great. Do you know who…”

She wanted to ask He Xing if he knew who was behind the scenes, but suddenly, the sound of a door opening interrupted her.

Fu Han thought the journalists couldn’t wait any longer and had broken in. She panicked like an ant on a hot pan, instinctively looking for a place to hide.

“Fu Han, I’m back.” Nan Qing’s voice rose, as sunny and vibrant as ever.

“It’s Nan Qing.” Filled with a surge of energy, Fu Han rushed over and hugged Nan Qing tightly.

Nan Qing stood at the entrance of the living room, giving He Xing a meaningful look, “You’re still here?”

The two hadn’t been on good terms, not just for a day or two. He Xing reverted to his icy demeanor, “What, I can’t be here?”

“It’s not that.” Nan Qing casually took a seat on an armchair, “This is also Fu Han’s place. As long as she permits, you can stay as long as you like.”

Fu Han had wanted to end the ‘world of two’ with He Xing for a while now. She immediately chimed in, “He Xing, you should leave. It’s inconvenient with you here, we’re two girls after all.”

“A woman who crosses the bridge and then destroys it behind her.” He Xing clenched his fists, making a creeking noise that made others shudder.

Fu Han felt a tinge of guilt for her blatant ingratitude. She coughed, “Be careful on your way back.”

Nan Qing, loving the drama, added fuel to the fire, “Young Master He, there are paparazzi lurking outside. If you really care about our Fu Han, you should climb back from the balcony.”

The structure of the building was rather peculiar; the balconies of the living rooms in apartments 2501 and 2502 were connected. If there were no safety nets, a bold person could easily move between the two homes through the balconies. This particular floor happened to lack safety nets.

He Xing, towering at nearly six-foot-three, easily hoisted himself up onto the balcony. With a boost, he was firmly standing on the windowsill.

While Fu Han claimed she didn’t care about He Xing, her eyes stayed fixed on him, and her heart rose to her throat – after all, it was the 25th floor.

Out of the blue, Nan Qing whispered in Fu Han’s ear, “If something happens to He Xing… what would you do?”

“I…” Fu Han opened her mouth to speak, but then saw He Xing leap effortlessly, landing safely on the balcony of apartment 2502.

Instantly, she burst into laughter, playfully telling Nan Qing, “How many times do I have to tell you? He’s him, I’m me, I came back to get away from him.”

“Let’s hope your thoughts don’t change,” Nan Qing said, mirroring the laughter, though she made no effort to hide the worry in her eyes.

Having finally sent He Xing away, Fu Han didn’t want to dwell on the topic any longer. She quickly changed the subject, “Nan Qing, you met your parents, didn’t they urge you to go back home?”

Nan Qing’s smile vanished in an instant, her youthful energy slipping away, as if she was shackled by an invisible weight.

Fu Han internally chided herself for her blunder, thinking, what a dumb move to stir up that topic. She awkwardly changed the subject again, “Why did you come back so late? Have you eaten? Want me to cook you some noodles?”

“You really should cook me some noodles,” Nan Qing chuckled, “We’ve been running around all day because of you. Eating your noodles is letting you off easy.”