Chapter 96: Chapter 96 - 96 Hate 096

Chapter 96: Hate 096 Chapter 96: Hate 096 Liang Tao was completely overwhelmed by Bai Wei’s domineering aura and couldn’t utter a word of rebuttal, but he still clearly remembered He Xing’s instructions not to let irrelevant people enter the office.

Unfortunately, Bai Wei couldn’t care less. With a feint to the left, Liang Tao moved to block her only to realize he’d been tricked when Bai Wei already slipped by his right side, and broke into a run to push open the door to He Xing’s office.

Sweating, Liang Tao followed in and tried to explain, “President He, I really couldn’t stop Miss Bai.”

“Get out and close the door,” He Xing said indifferently, closing his laptop.

Liang Tao left as if he’d been pardoned. Before he left, he gave Bai Wei a ‘wish you luck’ expression, earning a roll of her eyes in return.

“So, what brings you here this time?” He Xing leaned on the desk with his elbows, his hands clasped together, scrutinizing Bai Wei.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be frightened by that look, but Bai Wei didn’t care at all. She pulled out the chair opposite He Xing’s desk and sat down nonchalantly, “That’s quite the cold reception. Can’t I come see you if there’s nothing wrong?”

He Xing’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression saying, “Let’s see how long you can keep this up,” but he didn’t speak.

A blush crept up on Bai Wei’s cheeks, and she coughed awkwardly, forcing out, “I came here to tell you that I don’t want to make a movie with Xia Ning.”

“Reason?” He Xing raised an eyebrow, questioning but noncommittal.

“I don’t like her,” Bai Wei said, asserting herself confidently.

“You’ve made so many movies. Do you like every co-star you work with?” He Xing paused, then added with a bite, “If that were the case, wouldn’t you be swamped with scandals?”

“How can that be the same,” Bai Wei retorted, her face turning red with urgency, “Someone like Xia Ning is just too pretentious. It irks me to see her act all delicate. I really don’t want to work with her.”

“No,” He Xing’s face turned stern, “I have my reasons for choosing her. You don’t need to worry about it; just do your job well.”

“Then I quit,” Bai Wei huffed, turning her head away with haughty defiance.

“Are you sure?” He Xing’s lips curved into a faint smile, as elusive as a rainbow peeking through the clouds.

Unfortunately, witnessing this rainbow was Bai Wei, who was entirely uninterested in He Xing. She pouted and spread her hands, the gesture speaking for itself.

The smile deepened on He Xing’s face, “Fine, I’ll contact your aunt right away to send you back to M Country on today’s flight.”

“No, I was wrong,” Bai Wei suddenly lunged forward, snatching He Xing’s phone, her face pleading, “Cousin, I beg you, do something nice for once, don’t threaten me with my mom every time.”

“Who else besides her would you be afraid of?” He Xing leaned back in his chair and drawled, “So, now you agree to let Xia Ning star in the film, right?”

“Agreed,” Bai Wei said through gritted teeth. “How can I not, with you protecting her like that. She’s the one with real backing; I’m just here to lift the palanquin.”

He Xing knew she was just venting her frustration and did not argue.

Bai Wei tossed He Xing’s phone back, “If you won’t change the female lead, then replace the male lead. Your taste is terrible. The actor you chose for the lead looks like a woman, and there’s no CP feeling with me whatsoever.”

Seeing He Xing remain silent, Bai Wei stood up excitedly, “He Xing, listen, if you don’t change the male lead to someone I like, I won’t act. Even if you send me back, I still won’t act.”

“I haven’t heard that Luo Qinghe can act,” He Xing said with a smile, his teasing apparent.

Bai Wei’s face flushed completely red, but having grown up in M Country, admitting a crush was as normal as saying you’re hungry—nevertheless, being a girl at heart, she still felt embarrassed.

“As long as you secure Luo Qinghe for the part, I’ll act in this film for free and fully cooperate with the production team’s all requests during the filming,” Bai Wei offered her most generous olive branch.

“Deal,” He Xing agreed crisply, “I’ll do my best to meet your demands, but I can’t guarantee the outcome.”

…

Ever since He Xing had taken Fu Han to the company, they hadn’t seen each other again, and Su Cheng had become Fu Han’s official boyfriend.

Fu Han’s life went back to how it was before she went to Antarctica. She and Nan Qing were busy with their work during the day and only had dinner together, their friendship unchanged.

Today, after work, Fu Han went to buy groceries as usual. The winter was cold, and she decided to make hot pot.

But Nan Qing still hadn’t returned when the hot pot was ready, an unprecedented occurrence that worried Fu Han. Unable to help herself, she called Nan Qing.

The phone rang for a long time before someone answered, “Your friend is drunk at Liangtao Bar; you can come and pick her up.”

Fu Han found the name familiar and realized it was Ji Liangchuan’s bar once she got there.

She truly seemed fated to this bar, having picked up a drunk He Xing here before, and now she was back to collect Nan Qing.

With Christmas around the corner, the bar was packed to the rafters with men and women everywhere, music blaring so loud you couldn’t understand someone speaking in front of you without shouting in their ear.

Fu Han found this environment extremely uncomfortable—the noise, the gyrating couples on the dance floor, and the pungent odor of alcohol and smoke made it difficult even to breathe.

She couldn’t find Nan Qing after searching the place and began to imagine the worst—the scene of a drunk girl being molested in a bar. Remembering this wasn’t right, she made her way to the bar.

Ji Liangchuan was mixing drinks, his medium-length hair spiked with the help of gel, and despite the winter, he wore a white graffiti tee with loose linen hip-hop pants.

A crowd of girls surrounded him, their cheers so loud that Fu Han wondered whether her ears would go deaf from the prolonged noise.

She struggled to get to the front of the bar, waving frantically at Ji Liangchuan.

After tracing a beautiful arc in the air with his mixing bottle, Ji Liangchuan caught it smoothly, filled the glasses with the red liquid, and came around the bar, grabbing Fu Han’s wrist and pulling her inside.

Fu Han detested such forward physical contact and tried to shake off Ji Liangchuan’s hand, but his grip was like a vice, holding her wrist tightly.

After threading through most of the bar, Ji Liangchuan opened a room at the back and pulled Fu Han inside.

Once the door closed, the outer chaos was cut off, and the abrupt switch in the environment left her momentarily disoriented. After a few seconds, she noticed Nan Qing lying on a sofa, face flushed but looking peaceful and not distressed.

After a closer look, she saw Nan Qing was fully clothed and sleeping soundly, seemingly having encountered no mishap.