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Chapter 94: 094 Whatsapp Profile Picture Chapter 94: 094 Whatsapp Profile Picture Although separated by a thick down jacket, the warmth of He Xing’s palm still penetrated through the clothing, branding her skin like a hot iron.

“Let go of me,” Fu Han said with a blushed face, whispering as she pushed against the ground with both hands, trying to widen the distance between herself and He Xing as much as possible.

“What if I don’t?” He Xing smiled, increasing the pressure of his grip, causing Fu Han’s resistance to crumble. Forced to lie on top of him, her forehead came into intimate contact with He Xing’s lips.

He Xing’s lips were even hotter than his palms. Fu Han’s heartbeat pounded like drums, relentless and unending, as her hands frantically scrambled, eager to get up.

Fu Han panicked. She didn’t know where the strength came from, but she pushed He Xing away and stood up: “If you want to enjoy the snow, do it by yourself. I’m tired and going to sleep.”

After that, she didn’t linger and scurried away.

Watching her retreating figure growing distant, He Xing touched his lips, still feeling her warmth and smelling the fragrance from her hair.

“Even if you try to break free from my side a hundred times, I will pull you back a hundred and one times.”

His words were so light and faint, soon disappearing into the wind and snow, leaving no trace, but the vast world served as his witness.

He Xing took out his phone and snapped a photo of two snowmen standing side by side, then set the picture as his Whatsapp profile.

…

True to his word, the next morning when Fu Han brought up leaving, He Xing volunteered to take her down the mountain and ended up taking her directly to her company.

In Su Cheng, who had been waiting at the company’s entrance for a long time, looked forward to her arrival with eagerness.

Upon seeing Fu Han, he approached her like a peacock spreading its feathers: “Fu Han, you’ve finally arrived. Did you skip breakfast? I bought your favorite…”

“No need,” He Xing interrupted coldly, “Xiaohan already had breakfast at our home, prepared specially for her by the chef who has served her for over a decade, her favorite breakfast.”

Su Cheng’s face visibly darkened, hanging his head in silence like a child who had been slighted.

Having not seen him for a while, Su Cheng had changed quite a bit. The baby fat on his face had gone, his jawline was now well-defined, and he had acquired the demeanor of a mature man, overall looking much more handsome than before.

Fu Han wasn’t particular about food and didn’t care whether she had breakfast at the He Family or Su Cheng had bought it, but from the corner of her eye, she caught He Xing’s poorly concealed smugness and suddenly felt angry.

“Who said I’m full?” Fu Han’s almond eyes curved into crescents, “Su Cheng, thank you for bringing me breakfast, I’m delighted. I’ll go eat it now.”

He Xing suddenly recalled Fu Han’s earlier admission of liking Su Cheng, and his smile faded like a seal being broken, replaced by an expression as if he wanted to kill someone.

One second it was all warmth; the next turned into a frigid Snowland.

Su Cheng shivered, but he stifled it, desperately resisting on equal terms with He Xing.

However, his presence paled in comparison to He Xing’s, the atmosphere almost entirely overshadowed by He Xing, as Su Cheng maintained his pale facade.

Fu Han felt guilty. If it weren’t for her, He Xing wouldn’t harbor such hostility towards Su Cheng. She wondered if He Xing would use the power of He Group to oppress Cheng Yihan’s company, the company Su Cheng called his life’s work.

After thinking it over, she dragged (pulled) He Xing outside without explanation.

It was the peak of the workday commotion, and people were pouring out of the elevators in waves, almost everyone’s attention captured by the striking couple at the end of the corridor.

He Xing looked at Fu Han with a cold expression: “Do you have something to say to me?”

“You…” Fu Han’s face flushed slightly, and with a sinking heart, she took the plunge: “Are you planning on targeting Su Cheng?”

He Xing arched an eyebrow, giving her a meaningful look: “What if I am? What if I’m not?”

Fu Han’s heart sank. Anger blazed in her eyes as she stared at He Xing: “What wrong did Su Cheng do? Why are you targeting him? Even if he was truly with me, the person you should be targeting is me.”

“You’re with him?” He Xing’s dark eyes roiled like a storm, and, looking down at Fu Han, he said, “Su Cheng did indeed confess to you, but didn’t you reject him?”

Fu Han’s heartbeat skipped several beats. She hadn’t expected He Xing to know about these things, but upon reflection, it seemed normal, given the power of He Group. No one could keep secrets from him if he wanted to know.

“Are you investigating me?” The fury in Fu Han’s heart erupted as she loathed the feeling of her privacy being aired out for all to see.

“You said you liked Su Cheng; of course, I had to investigate thoroughly,” He Xing’s eyes narrowed, not showing any guilt but instead appearing entirely justifiable.

“You’re always like this,” Fu Han was completely infuriated, her voice contained as she struggled not to raise it, but her face was visibly upset: “You only consider your own feelings, never thinking about the harm your actions could cause others.”

A change finally came over He Xing’s frosty expression. He was stunned for a while before saying, “So, this is how you see me.”

Fu Han’s breathing hitched. Her heart ached at that moment, but she still sneered: “Regardless of how I see you, you investigating me is a fact. You know I dislike others looking into my affairs.”

A suffocating silence began to spread around them, the atmosphere so heavy one could hardly breathe.

After what seemed like an eternity, He Xing said with difficulty: “I’m sorry.”

Fu Han’s heart “cracked” as if it had fallen from a 25,000-mile drop, shattering beyond recognition. She didn’t understand why those three words hurt so much to hear.

With the last shred of rationality, she forced herself to be calm: “If you truly feel sorry, then please don’t target Su Cheng.”

“Fine,” He Xing agreed readily, but the simple word seemed to stick in his throat.

After a long sigh, He Xing grabbed Fu Han’s shoulders, forcing her to look at him: “Xiaohan, do you… do you really like Su Cheng now?”

For the first time, Fu Han saw this kind of desperation in He Xing’s eyes, like that of a person on the verge of death clinging to their last lifeline.

Fu Han’s heart ached unbearably. She knew her face must look terrible. For a moment, she wanted to tell He Xing she didn’t like Su Cheng at all, that Su Cheng was merely her way of rejecting He Xing.

But, the freedom she had struggled so hard to attain was too hard-won to give up lightly.