Chapter 80: Chapter 80 - 80 080 Red Dress Woman

Chapter 80: 080 Red Dress Woman Chapter 80: 080 Red Dress Woman A large ship, decked in blue and white and three stories high, was moored in the bay.

Fu Han, clad in a rose-red down jacket, stood at the harbor, waiting for the ship to dock. Today, she was bundled up tight, resembling a glutinous rice dumpling.

She held out her hand to Luo Qinghe, “Let me carry my own backpack, you’re already carrying too much.”

Luo Qinghe’s shoulders were burdened with two huge, bulging backpacks and his hands gripped a massive suitcase.

Their luggage included their SLR cameras, change of clothes, items for potential rescue situations, food, and the like.

“Here,” Luo Qinghe, not one to stand on ceremony, handed her a rose-red backpack, “You’ll have to carry it yourself in Antarctica anyway, might as well get used to it now.”

Fu Han smiled. Framed by her rose-colored hat, her grin was as vibrant as a rose, catching the eye with its radiance.

As Luo Qinghe walked toward the harbor, he teased, “Fu Han, I’ve realized you’re quite good-looking, no wonder Su Cheng can’t forget about you.”

For two people not well acquainted, traveling together, the topics of conversation can be quite limited.

Luo Qinghe often teased Fu Han using He Xing and Su Cheng, which she’d grown accustomed to.

But being accustomed to it was one thing, and being taken advantage of was another. Without so much as blinking, Fu Han retorted, “You’re not bad-looking yourself. Why don’t you confess your feelings to Nan Qing? She might just say yes after seeing your face.”

“You’re getting sharper and more biting with your words, little girl,” Luo Qinghe smacked Fu Han’s forehead, “When we get back, I’ll have He Xing set you straight.”

Fu Han truly didn’t understand Luo Qinghe’s thought process. When she was engaged to He Xing, Luo Qinghe would never joke about them, but now that she had nothing to do with He Xing, Luo Qinghe kept bringing him up.

At first, whenever Luo Qinghe mentioned He Xing, it grated on her ears, and she had seriously asked him several times to stop mentioning He Xing, but to no avail.

Gradually, when Luo Qinghe mentioned He Xing again, Fu Han no longer felt anything, as if those two words had lost all meaning and become utterly bland.

What she thought about more now was how to gain the upper hand in their verbal sparring.

The ship’s horn sounded; finally, it had docked, and they could board.

The first floor housed the cockpit and crew living quarters, the second floor contained the passengers’ rooms, and the third floor had the dining area with a massive platform from which you could see far into the distance.

The rooms for Fu Han and Luo Qinghe were adjacent to each other, resembling isolation units, with very small spaces that, aside from a bed and a small desk, featured only a tiny cupboard that could barely accommodate a suitcase.

Yet the room had a large window offering a view of the sea and allowed one to admire the deep blue sky even while lying down.

After setting her things down, she immediately went up to the deck where the sea breeze blew fiercely; despite wearing a hat, scarf, and gloves, she still felt very cold.

It was already tens of degrees below zero here, but strangely, the seawater wasn’t frozen solid. The ice fragments were all small and broken, crashing against the ship’s hull along with the waves, producing a very loud noise.

Rubbing her palms together, she switched on her SLR camera hanging around her neck and snapped away at the azure sea and sky.

“The scenery here isn’t all that special.”

Suddenly, a clear female voice emerged behind her. Fu Han hurriedly turned around and saw a person dressed in a bright red jacket, also bundled up tightly, but her vague silhouette indicated she was a woman.

Fu Han was always distant with strangers. Instinctively, she stepped back, asking warily, “Do I know you?”

The woman in red smiled, her laughter pleasant against the backdrop of the waves, resembling the call of morning birds, “We didn’t know each other before, but don’t we now?”

Fu Han disliked this overly familiar approach and, pocketing her SLR camera, looked out into the distance again, showing no intent to engage with the woman.

Yet, undeterred, the woman in red took a couple of steps closer, “Hey, I’m talking to you. Why are you ignoring me?”

Fu Han tilted her head and examined the woman in red, deciding not to mince words, “Do we know each other? Why should I talk to you?”

“So that’s how it is.” The smile on the woman in red deepened, revealing a set of white teeth, “My name is Bai Wei. Just tell me yours and then we’ll know each other.”

She had come across men who were persistent in their advances, but it was unexpected to see a woman act the same.

Fu Han’s distaste intensified, and with furrowed brows, she replied bluntly, “I don’t care if you’re called Bai Wei or Hei Wei, I’m not familiar with you, so please keep your distance.”

“I like your spirit,” Bai Wei burst into laughter, and after having her fill, she looked at Fu Han meaningfully, “I’m not interested in you, I was just curious about the man with you. What’s your relationship with him?”

So she was after Luo Qinghe. Fu Han’s annoyance faded somewhat, and she brightened up at the thought of using this woman to annoy Luo Qinghe.

She smiled, replying candidly, “We are just ordinary friends with a common goal. If you’re interested in him, you can go after him with confidence.”

“A clear-headed person,” Bai Wei pointed at Fu Han approvingly, her smile broadening, “Then I’ll go for it. Don’t blame me if the prey escapes your grasp.”

“He’s in room 205, good luck,” Fu Han chuckled and resumed her search for a beautiful scene through her SLR camera.

Upon recalling something, she suddenly turned around and caught sight of the woman in red heading towards the corridor. With a click, she captured this moment forever.

Everyone in this world has their own way of pursuing love. Some are demure and gentle, others cold and commanding, and some are warm and exuberant.

Fu Han figured that perhaps Bai Wei’s interest in Luo Qinghe wasn’t love, just lust, and perhaps after tonight, they would never meet again.

But what of it? Some people chase “desire,” and as long as it doesn’t violate morals and laws, willing acts between parties aren’t necessarily bad.

The dining area was at the far end of the third floor. She had woken up late that morning and missed breakfast, so now her stomach was rumbling with hunger, prompting thoughts of finding some food in the dining area.

Walking from the front deck to the back dining area inevitably required passing through the passengers’ quarters. As she traversed the otherwise empty corridor, she felt a pang of guilt.

She considered how she knew that Luo Qinghe liked Nan Qing, yet pushed a woman—whose face she didn’t even know—into Luo Qinghe’s presence, an act that was somewhat unscrupulous. She wondered if Luo Qinghe would be mad.

With these thoughts, she quickened her pace as she passed outside Luo Qinghe’s room, fearing she might inadvertently hear something not meant for her ears.