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Chapter 11: 011 New Ring

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Dragged over forcefully, Fu Han propped her chin and sat beside him, barely perceptibly exhaling a sigh, "Well then, I'll just sit here."

The disdain for He Xing was not hidden at all.

The others bowed their heads, not daring to speak, and He Xing's expression was extremely poor, leaving the elder Mr. He puzzled.

Fu Han had been deeply in love with He Xing back in the day, although the elder Mr. He understood that He Xing had failed to reciprocate her deep affection, it shouldn't result in such aversion. Could it be that he already had someone else in mind?

In an attempt to ease the awkwardness, the elder Mr. He coughed lightly, "Han Han, you mentioned last time that you wanted to break off the engagement, could it be that you have someone else you fancy? What's the reason, you must have one for calling off the engagement, right?"

A reason?

Fu Han glanced at He Xing with a strange expression. Could it be that Elder Mr. He was asking on behalf of He Xing?

He Xing held his chopsticks with ease, his deep black eyes flickering towards her for a moment, his emotions obscure and dark, but tightly fixed on her.

The corners of Fu Han's mouth curled up in an amused arc. Did he really care so much whether she had someone else in mind?

"Grandpa, you've already agreed to the cancellation of the engagement; whether I have someone else in my heart really isn't important anymore! I'll definitely bring them to meet you for inspection when the time comes!" Fu Han's eyes curved into crescents, obediently raising her hand and serving meat to Elder Mr. He.

Elder Mr. He's eyes nearly crinkled into slits as he laughed, "You child, still so secretive."

"Even love can make me shy!" Her cheeks a shade of pink, she suddenly seemed like a demure woman, glowing radiantly like a blooming rose.

Elder Mr. He simply smiled, "Alright, alright, the matters of you young people are for you to handle. I'm just an old bag of bones now and shouldn't pry."

Then, he affectionately offered some food to Fu Han.

He Xing lowered his head to hide the gloom in his eyes, eating in silence with a face so dark it could drip water, clearly dissatisfied with Fu Han's response.

All this shyness, all this unimportance, they were nothing but excuses to dodge the question. Fu Han was rushing to call off the engagement as soon as she returned, and coupled with her blushing demeanor, it was almost certain she had someone else in mind.

The more he thought about it, the stronger the pressure he felt in the palm of his hand became. Setting down his chopsticks, He Xing stood up indifferently and said, "I'm full."

With the host gone, the dining room immediately fell into complete silence.

The elder Mr. He's face, already lined with wrinkles, showed traces of worry and regret. He was well aware of the bitterness in He Xing's heart, only it was a pity that his attitude towards Fu Han was well known, and winning her back would not be easy.

Fu Han continued the conversation with Elder Mr. He without care, putting aside her and He Xing's emotional issues, Elder Mr. He's fondness for Fu Han was certainly no lip service.

After dinner, as Fu Han left the dining room and headed upstairs to her room, she was suddenly yanked into a corner, then enveloped in a clear breath.

Pressed against the wall again, even Fu Han ran out of patience.

"President He, what are you trying to do now?" She confronted He Xing without fear.

His deep eyes seemed to draw Fu Han in, his breath hot against her neck, "Do you have someone you like?"

"President He cares so much about my personal life?" Fu Han's lips curved in amusement, her red lips slightly parted, exuding a tempting luster at close quarters, "He Xing, are you perhaps a little too interested in me?"

His narrow eyes flickered with irritation, "You are my fiancée; I have every right and reason to inquire about everything regarding you."

"We've called off the engagement, not anymore," she said casually

That look planted a thorn in his heart, and He Xing, through clenched teeth, said, "It's not called off yet!"

Fu Han laughed lightly. She wanted to say something more when an intensely emotional kiss landed on her lips. This time, He Xing was not gentle – each meeting of their lips was like a tempest.

His hand on her waist, a heated atmosphere began to rise between them.

Fu Han let him kiss her passionately until after a while she pushed him away, "It seems that President He is quite interested in a 'field battle' now? We are in a corridor – if someone sees us, isn't that a bit too intense?"

She meant it as a kindness, wanting to spare the eyes of the servants working in the He Family residence.

Fu Han arched an eyebrow; her alluring gaze drifted unintentionally to a spot behind He Xing where a servant stood timidly, petrified to the spot, too scared to move.

Before He Xing noticed her, she quickly curtsied to Fu Han and hid behind the wall.

Without time for a closer look, a cold object passed between her fingers, and a silver ring appeared on the middle finger of her left hand. It was different from the one she had received when she and He Xing got engaged, yet it bore some resemblance.

"President He, what is this?" Fu Han looked down, her glistening eyes cold and emotionless.

He Xing knew she harbored resentment in her heart and simply replied, "The engagement ring; don't lose it again."

As if afraid that he would see through the obvious lie, He Xing walked away. Fu Han lifted her hand to the light and the diamond sparkled brilliantly.

Her lips curled into a sneer, and she let out a laugh. Was He Xing giving her an out? So certain she must have lost it?

Her gaze swept past the corner where the incident had occurred, and Fu Han's expression suddenly chilled. In a moment, she turned and shoved open the door to her room.

As for the servant, let her do as she pleases.

The servant behind the wall had already disappeared; moments later, Xia Ning received a phone call.

"Miss Xia, just now I saw President He and Miss Fu kissing in the corridor, and President He gave Miss Fu a new ring, so I rushed to report it," said the servant's voice.

"OK, I understand." Xia Ning lowered her eyes and hung up the phone.

Half a minute later, she grabbed the vase from the table and smashed it on the floor with a loud crash, drawing the attention of many.

Xia Cheng was the first to rush in. As he pushed the door open, he mumbled anxiously, "Xia Ning! Xia Ning, what's wrong with you?"

When he turned around, Xia Ning's face was tear-streaked; she buried herself in Xia Cheng's embrace and cried, "Brother, what do I do? Fu Han is going too far! She keeps clinging to He Ge, and now he doesn't like me anymore, what do I do..."

Seeing the shattered porcelain and debris, Xia Cheng understood his sister acted in despair; he hugged her tightly as his face darkened, consoling, "It's alright, everyone knows He Xing likes you. Fu Han won't be able to act so arrogantly for long; don't worry."

But he was well aware of He Xing's attitude and chose not to tell Xia Ning what He Xing had said that day. He planned to bring it up in a few days, not expecting Xia Ning to go so crazy over that man.

It seemed he must help Xia Ning win He Xing and not let a woman like Fu Han truly bind herself to the He Family.

Xia Ning kept crying, and Xia Cheng pitied her deeply.


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