Chapter 65: Chapter 65 - 65 Dont think too much about 065

Chapter 65: Don’t think too much about 065 Chapter 65: Don’t think too much about 065 He Xing silently looked at Xia Ning, and in the end, he said nothing because he knew that even if he did, Xia Ning wouldn’t listen. He poured himself a glass of alcohol and drank in silence.

Xia Ning had been watching He Xing’s expression and was somewhat worried that her dramatic visit might anger him, but it seemed He Xing was not upset at all.

She took a sip of the cocktail Ji Liangchuan had brought over, which was very mild, more like a beverage than a cocktail.

Again, she was being treated like a child.

Xia Ning slammed down the cocktail glass with a snap and picked up He Xing’s glass to pour herself a shot of Vodka. She drank it in one gulp.

She drank so quickly that she almost burst into tears from the burn.

A flicker of impatience passed through He Xing’s eyes. He threw a paper towel to Xia Ning and said coldly, “You can’t drink, don’t drink something so strong, be careful not to get drunk.”

“I don’t want to, you always treat me like a child.” Xia Ning said stubbornly as she took another drink. “He Xing brother, with you here, I’m not afraid even if I get drunk.”

He Xing looked to Ji Liangchuan for help, who responded with a look that said he was on his own, then embodied the saying “the more, the merrier” to a disgusting extent.

It had been a while since Xia Ning had spent time alone with He Xing. Today, being this close to him, she could only feel even if he was expressionless, he still made her heart race, and her heart beat so fiercely it felt as though it would jump out of her throat.

Seeing that He Xing was ignoring her, she felt a surge of rebellion and kept drinking glass after glass. Before long, she was so drunk that even standing became difficult.

“He Xing brother, my head is spinning,” Xia Ning said as she fell towards He Xing, her pretty face flushed red.

Instinctively, He Xing moved aside, and Xia Ning’s head made intimate contact with the couch. Fortunately, it was a soft leather couch; otherwise, the blow might have caused a concussion.

“It hurts.” Xia Ning reached out and grabbed onto He Xing’s thigh. Her action was so sudden that He Xing couldn’t avoid it in time.

He tried to pry Xia Ning’s hand away, but she was holding on too tightly. He couldn’t possibly break her grip forcibly.

Ji Liangchuan came over holding a glass of Brandy, leaning against the pillar on the outside of the booth. “He Xing, your dear sister is drunk. What do you plan to do?”

“How do you usually deal with people who get drunk at your bar?” He Xing raised an eyebrow and leaned back as far as he could to distance himself from Xia Ning.

“Deal with them? If no one picks them up by closing time, we throw them out on the street,” Ji Liangchuan said with a sly grin. “If you really don’t want to deal with her, just go. I’ll handle it.”

He Xing looked at Xia Ning, whose eyes had already closed, and he sighed deeply, asking Ji Liangchuan to find Xia Ning’s bodyguards while calling her family.

Xia Cheng didn’t answer the phone, but Xia Guoxiong did. He apologized, saying he was out of town on a business trip and asked He Xing to help take care of the situation.

On the other hand, Ji Liangchuan reported that his people had searched for a long time but couldn’t find Xia Ning’s bodyguards or even her car.

Unable to contain his sarcasm, Ji Liangchuan said, “It seems like Miss Xia had calculated her moves before she came. If you can’t bear the thought of me throwing her out in the street, then you should take her away yourself. Maybe turn the tables on her?”

Looking at Xia Ning, who was unconscious from the alcohol, a volcanic fury surged in He Xing’s heart.

But Ji Liangchuan was clearly enjoying the spectacle, and He Xing did not want to reveal his true thoughts in front of him.

Without a word, he stood up, picked up Xia Ning horizontally, and headed straight for the door.

…

Huating No.1, 25th floor.

Nan Qing got up in the middle of the night to drink water and saw that the TV in the living room was on. With sleep-filled eyes, she glanced around and saw Fu Han curled up on the couch.

“Why haven’t you gone to sleep?” Nan Qing poured two cups of hot water, handed one to Fu Han, and sat down beside her.

“I can’t sleep,” said Fu Han, taking a sip of the water. Thin bloodshot lines were visible in her eyes, like spiderwebs encircling her ink-black pupils.

Nan Qing patted her shoulder. “If you want to chat, I can keep you company.”

They had both considered each other friends for a long time, yet they rarely shared their deepest thoughts; instead, they always talked about things that made them feel relaxed.

Fu Han leaned her head on the couch and flexed her numb limbs. With the light from the TV drama, she looked at Nan Qing: “I got a call from the ‘Stride Across Heaven’ committee today. They asked me to withdraw from the competition.”

“What?” Nan Qing was so agitated that she trembled. “Why should you? Don’t you dare withdraw. Tomorrow I’ll go with you to Jiangshan Gallery to give those stubborn old men a piece of my mind,” she said, slamming her water cup down on the coffee table and standing up with her hands on her hips.

“No need.” Fu Han shook her head, and strands of hair fell around her face, making it appear even more pallid. “I’ve already refused them. I just didn’t expect that a single competition could be so exhausting.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Nan Qing said, patting Fu Han’s shoulder firmly. “I have faith in you; you can definitely win the championship. And once you do, you can be a Photographer for movies, isn’t that great?”

Fu Han let out an indecipherable sigh. “But it was a condition He Xing set for me to get into the finals. Even if I win the championship, I’m afraid people will say it’s undeserved.”

Nan Qing shifted into a lazy posture on the couch, holding the cup of water that had now cooled down in her hands. “You can’t be liked by everyone, and nothing is perfect in this world. You have to choose the relatively better option from among the many choices you have.”

It seemed as though she had answered Fu Han’s dilemma, yet at the same time, said nothing at all.

After a long while, Fu Han looked deeply at Nan Qing. “Thanks.”

“Alright, go to sleep now,” Nan Qing said, slowly standing up. After taking a few steps, she turned back, glancing significantly towards the door. “The person from 2502 probably won’t be back tonight; waiting until dawn is useless.”

“How do you know…”

Fu Han didn’t finish her sentence, but her face had already turned beet red. At that moment, she truly wished she could bite off her tongue.

“How do I know you’re waiting for him?” Nan Qing covered her mouth and laughed. “He Xing reports here every evening. He didn’t come today, and you just happen to be awake. It’s hard for me not to suspect.”

Fu Han’s face flushed more intensely, thankfully the lights were off so it wasn’t too visible, otherwise, she would really want to hide away.

Still, she tried hard to explain: “There’s really nothing like what you think between He Xing and me. I came back to break off our engagement.”