?Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Protect Bai Wei Together   Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Protect Bai Wei Together                                   Fu Han still had the matter of Xia Ning and He Xing’s hotel photos on her mind, and she approached He Xing with a displeased tone, “We were just afraid that you would be powerless against their beating.”


    Before He Xing could speak, suddenly a young man came down from upstairs, his footsteps particrly grating in the vast living room.


    Fu Han looked at the man, didn’t recognize him, and noted he looked nothing like Luo Qinghe; she turned to Bai Wei, puzzled.


    Bai Wei’s cheeks turned slightly red as she stepped forward and asked with a smile, “Mr. Li, may I inquire if Luo Qinghe is at home?”


    “What do you need him for?” The young man’s voice was pleasant, which somewhat enhanced his otherwise average looks, and his face was adorned with a faint smile. “Lady Bai, I’ve just told Mr. He that my brother is not home today.”


    So this was Luo Qinghe’s brother, the future heir to the Li Group. Fu Han couldn’t help but size him up again; this man’s appearance barely met average standards, while Luo Qinghe was indeed the eye-catching type you’d spot instantly in a crowd.


    She couldn’t resist muttering to herself, ‘Are these two really born to the same parents?’


    While she was still wondering, the sound of footsteps arose again.


    ncing up, Fu Han saw a woman dressed in a cheongsam, strikingly resembling Luo Qinghe, except this woman walked with a swaying waist, seemingly like a fox full of seductive charm.


    Although the Li Family’s house was warmed by heating, wearing just a cheongsam in the dead of winter did indeed seem cold, but the woman appeared unfazed by the chill, her arms and long legs fully exposed to the air, and her feet in a pair of extremely thin high heels.


    Bai Wei leaned in close and whispered in Fu Han’s ear, “She is Luo Qinghe’s mother.”


    In that brief space, Luo Qiluo had already approached them. She was far from the gentle and approachable person of the other day; her beautiful face void of any expression, her fox-like eyes also brimming with a chilling air, “Mr. He, Lady Bai, and this Miss…”


    “Fu Han, Miss Fu.” Bai Wei hurriedly introduced, her lovely face adorned with a slightly ingratiating smile.


    Luo Qiluo nodded, her gaze swiftly swept past Fu Han without pausing, “May I ask what brings you to my home?”


    “This woman is not to be trifled with.” That was Fu Han’s first impression of Luo Qiluo. She didn’t get angry at being overlooked; instead, she felt very sorry for Bai Wei.


    How proud Bai Wei usually was, always the center of attention, nothing like now, trying to please others, and seeming as if the others didn’t even care.


    As she zoned out, He Xing beat Bai Wei to the punch and said, “Madam Li, we have something to discuss with Luo Qinghe. May I ask when he will be back?”


    Luo Qiluo turned her head to look at Li Qingjiang, her face carrying a faint smile, “Did you contact your brother? Where is he now?”


    “He said he went out of the city with friends, I don’t know when he’ll be back,” Li Qingjiang responded at once, his voice as melodic as ever but with a touch of coldness.


    He Xing raised his eyebrows and uttered a meaningful “Oh?” “But howe I heard from the servants that Luo Qinghe didn’t go out today? So who’s lying then?”


    As he spoke, the temperature in the room seemed to drop, and Fu Han saw goosebumps erupting on Luo Qiluo’s arms.


    After a moment of silence, Luo Qiluo let out a coldugh, “What are you implying, Mr. He? Are you saying our Li Family must produce the person at all costs?”


    “I don’t necessarily need you to hand over the person.” He Xing smiled as well, but his smile seemed to give one the shivers. “Luo Qinghe was vague in some of his words, and I’m here to ask him in person. Are you afraid?”


    The smile finally faded from Luo Qiluo’s face; she looked coldly at He Xing and, after several seconds, she shifted her gaze to Bai Wei. “Lady Bai, I know you’ve liked Qinghe for a long time, and perhaps our invitation for you to attend the banquet the other day gave you the wrong impression. Now that you’vee to us, let me say this: Although our Li family might not be nobility, we still set high standards for our future daughter-inw. We’ll never allow our child to marry a woman from the entertainment circle.”


    The more Fu Han listened, the more wrong it all seemed to her; by the end, Bai Wei was already trembling, and Fu Han could no longer contain her anger as she stepped forward, shielding Bai Wei.


    “Madam Li, just because Bai Wei has a bit of affection for Luo Qinghe, what gives you the right to look down upon her from your high horse? What’s wrong with being a star? Are they beneath your contempt? Or are you suggesting that your birth is noble, perhaps of royal descent?”


    Luo Qiluo paled, her body also starting to shake, her hand raised high as she swung it swiftly towards Fu Han.


    Fu Han snorted coldly and was about to raise her hand to block, but suddenly another hand captured hers, and she fell backward off-bnce,nding into a warm embrace.


    He Xing abruptly grabbed Luo Qiluo’s wrist, holding Fu Han aloft as he looked down at Luo Qiluo, “You dare hit my woman?”


    “Let go of me!” Luo Qiluo’s face twisted in pain as she desperately tried to pull her hand away, but He Xing was too strong, and all her efforts were in vain.


    “Bai Wei is my only cousin. If I hear you speak ill of her again, I won’t promise what I might do,” He Xing said expressionlessly, before suddenly releasing Luo Qiluo’s hand.


    Caught off guard by her sudden freedom, her stilettos slipped on the floor, and she fell to the ground in a most embarrassing fashion.


    He Xing turned back and reached out to Bai Wei, whose face was as pale as death, devoid of any color. She numbly ced her hand in He Xing’s palm.


    Just like that, holding Fu Han with one hand and Bai Wei with the other, he led them both away.


    Be it Luo Qiluo, Li Qingjiang, or the servants and security guards of the Li Family, not a single person dared to stop them.


    With Li Qingjiang’s help, Luo Qiluo got back on her feet, heartache evident as she looked at the two red marks on her fair knees, wondering how much time and money it would take for her legs to heal.


    Li Qingjiang asked softly by her side, “Mom, what should we do now?”


    “You keep an eye on your brother and don’t let him run away,” Luo Qiluo said through gritted teeth. “At least he must not be allowed out today.”


    “What about his phone…” Li Qingjiang took out a cellphone from his pocket, hesitated, but couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, “Mom, why don’t you like Bai Wei anymore? It was you who invited her to the banquet that day.”


    Luo Qiluo’s face immediately darkened, and she looked at Li Qingjiang coldly: “That’s none of your business. Don’t worry about it, just make sure to watch your brother.”


    Li Qingjiang immediately fell silent, but before he left, he cast a deep look at Luo Qiluo.


    Up in the attic, Luo Qinghe had smashed everything in the room. The window ss had been broken by him, but there was still a burr outside, and despite his throat almost being hoarse from shouting, no one paid him any attention.


    Li Qingjiang stood outside the attic door, listening, his expression changing multiple times before finally he walked away with heavy steps.


    And Luo Qinghe inside the room, had no idea that someone had been standing outside the door for a long time.


    …


    On the ride back, He Xing drove the car, with Fu Han and Bai Wei sitting together in the back seat. As for the car they had driven over, He Xing wouldter arrange for someone toe and pick it up.


    Fu Han held onto Bai Wei’s hand the entire time without letting go, clearly feeling her body shaking uncontrobly.


    She shook Bai Wei gently, “Bai Wei, I know these words are useless right now, but if you want to cry, then cry. No matter what you do, I’ll be by your side.”


    “I won’t cry,” Bai Wei shook her head, forcing back the tears in her eyes: “Why should I cry? If I did, wouldn’t that make them very happy?”


    Fuhan sighed and said nothing; on the other hand, He Xing pressed the elerator to the floor and without looking back said, “What’s there to cry about? He’s not worth your affection.”


    There was a brief silence in the car. A few secondster, Bai Wei burst into loud crying, “I don’t care, I must see Luo Qinghe. Even if he was just toying with me, I want him to tell me so himself.”


    “Are you still going to look for him?” He Xing got angry, raising his voice to scold, “Have you no sense of shame at all?”


    “It’s my affair, it’s none of your business,” Bai Wei retorted, tears still falling as she argued with resolve.


    Fu Han was at a loss, rubbing her forehead as she said helplessly, “Stop arguing, you two. This is an issue between Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe. Even if you’re her brother, you don’t have the right to make decisions for her.”


    This time, not only did He Xing keep silent, even Bai Wei herself stopped discussing the matter.