?Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Make You Jealous Enough   Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Make You Jealous Enough                                   Fu Han’s face could no longer hold back, and she burst intoughter.


    He Xing’s eyes lit up, and he grabbed Fu Han’s hand in an instant, barely containing his excitement as he said, “Xiaohan, you’reughing, so does that mean you’ve forgiven me?”


    Even when He Xing was excited, his expression didn’t change much. The only tell was the smile that would adorn the corners of his eyes and lips.


    “Who said I’ve forgiven you?” Fu Han immediately tried to pull her hand back with a stern face, but she couldn’t seed because He Xing had anticipated her reaction and was holding on tightly. Her face flushing, she whispered, “There are so many people watching. Will you let go, please?”


    “Let them watch. Everyone knows about us already.” The smile on He Xing’s face deepened—he adored this shy yet helpless expression on Fu Han.


    Fu Han’s face reddened even more as her starry, sparkling eyes involuntarily scanned her surroundings, inadvertently locking eyes with Xia Ning, whose eyes were filled with mes of jealousy, almost as if they could burn everything down.


    She had been trying to keep her distance from He Xing, but upon seeing Xia Ning’s expression, she immediately filled her face with smiles and even leaned onto He Xing’s shoulder—You’re jealous, right? Let me give you a good dose of it then.


    As expected, Xia Ning became even angrier upon seeing this, and from so far away, Fu Han felt like she could hear the grinding sound of Xia Ning’s teeth.


    Perhaps it was just Fu Han’s perception, but after He Xing arrived, filming seemed to be easier, efficiency increased greatly, and many scenes werepleted in one take.


    When she found out He Xing was the producer, she thought he was just messing around. But when she watched him speaking to the actors earnestly with the script in his hands, she almost felt like they were ying house.


    Before the new year, Fu Han had deliberately kept her distance from He Xing, so she had never intentionally approached when He Xing was discussing a scene. But now, things were different—she liked listening to him talk and would find herself unconsciously drawn closer whenever he spoke.


    It turned out that a talented person is outstanding in whatever they do. Although He Xing had be a producer midway through his career, his knowledge was surprisingly vast, and his discussions were relevant, deep yet understandable to all.


    She often heard directors and other crew members praising He Xing, and every time she heard this, she felt incredibly proud—more so than if she had been the one receivingpliments.


    Some were happy, while others were distressed, and the most distressed of all was Xia Ning.


    It had been difficult for He Xing to return, and Xia Ning’s myriad schemes had failed to earn her more than a few words with him. Meanwhile, He Xing spent any spare moment by Fu Han’s side, shaking Xia Ning with rage.


    The day’s shoot finally wrapped up, and Xia Ning’s dream of sharing dinner with He Xing shattered. With no appetite for supper, she dragged her tired body back to her room.


    She was applying a face mask when her phone rang—it was a call from Xia Cheng.


    “Xiaoning, can you talk right now?” She pressed the speakerphone button directly, and Xia Cheng’s voice came through the phone.


    “I can.” Xia Ning shifted to a morefortable position on the sofa.


    “I asked you to reach out to Su Cheng, what happened?” Xia Cheng’s voice carried a hint of urgency.


    “Not much.” If it hadn’t been inconvenient to make facial expressions with her face mask on, Xia Ning would probably be rolling her eyes. She said annoyedly, “Fu Han is a seductress. Su Cheng is so charmed by her that, even though she dumped him, he refuses to rebuke her and instead scolded me.”


    There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Xia Cheng’s voice became noticeably more irate when he spoke again, “Ungrateful. Offering to partner with him was giving him a chance. If he doesn’t appreciate it, then he can’t me us for whates next.”


    “What are you nning to do?” Xia Ning perked up, propping herself up on the couch with her hands, her fair legs draped casually over it.


    “You don’t need to worry about that. Just focus on your acting, aim for a hit, and help the Xia Group reach new heights.” Xia Cheng’s, or rather the Xia Family’s, wishful thinking was that if Xia Ning became famous, it would naturally benefit the Xia Group.


    Under normal circumstances, Xia Ning wouldn’t have asked further. She never meddled inpany affairs, and neither Xia Guoxiong nor Xia Cheng had ever mentioned them to her. But today was different. The very thought of Fu Han smiling on He Xing’s shoulder ignited a fiery anger within her.


    Grinding her teeth, she said, “Brother, if you need my help, then tell me everything.”


    The phone went quiet again, and after a while, Xia Cheng’s signature brooding voice came through: “There’s no harm in telling you. Today, we nned to take over Wang Group with the Yang Family, but He Xing disrupted us. Dad and Uncle Yang are furious. They n to ally with Huangpu and the Li Family to confront the He Group.”


    “All of them together?” Since it involved He Xing, Xia Ning was a bit worried, hastening her words, “Brother, didn’t we agree to only target Fu Han? Why have you been going after He Xing all the time?”


    Xia Cheng answered quickly this time, “Xiaoning, are you silly? We’re targeting He Xing for your sake. The He Group is soaring high, and with Fu Han in his heart, how could he spare a nce for you? But if the He Group is on the brink of copse and the Xia Family extends a helping hand with the condition that He Xing marries you, do you think he would refuse?”


    Xia Ning found those words grating to her ears, lighting the mes of anger in her heart almost instantly.


    However, upon further thought, she felt her brother made sense. She nodded immediately, “Alright, brother, do as you say. I don’t care, He Xing can only belong to me. You must ensure that Fu Han never gets her way again.”


    …


    With He Xing’s arrival, the crew’s filming went smoothly. Except for night scenes, everyone finished on time and didn’t work overtime.


    This rxed atmosphere continued until the filming wasplete. What followed was post-production, and then waiting for the film’s release.


    By the time the final scene wrapped, H City was already in the full bloom of spring. The mountain was lush, the sound of flowing water more vibrant, and grass and flowers were visible everywhere, prompting everyone to shed their thick winteryers early.


    After returning from the crew, Fu Han went straight to pack up her things. She would head back to A City with He Xing that very day.


    The Lamborghini hit the road, and Fu Han, looking at the empty back seat, was puzzled, “What about Liang Tao? Isn’t heing back with us?”


    “He’s taking the crew’s car back,” He Xing replied, eyes focused straight ahead, speaking earnestly. “Do you want him to sit in the back and watch us lovey-dovey? That would be a critical hit for a single guy.”


    Fu Han touched her head in distress, “He Xing, why do I feel like you’ve changed? You’ve be almost unrecognizable to me.”


    Hadn’t he changed? The old He Xing could hardly be coaxed into saying something sweet, but now, every word out of He Xing was enough to cloy.


    “Have I changed?” He Xing held the steering wheel with one hand, freeing the other to ruffle Fu Han’s hair. “Then do you like this change in me?