?Chapter 175: Chapter 175 Husband and Wife Following Together   Chapter 175: Chapter 175 Husband and Wife Following Together                                   The warmth from his palm seeped through the top of her head and into her heart, turning Fu Han’s face a deep red. She coughed ufortably yet decided to tell the truth, “Like.”


    The two words softened He Xing’s heart into aplete mess. His hand slipped down to Fu Han’s neck, and reaching out, he tried to hook her over to steal a kiss.


    “We’re driving, safety first.” Unfortunately for him, Fu Han was quicker. She ducked her head down, easily evading He Xing’s hand.


    “You little teaser…” He Xing was itching with desire, but out of concern for safety, he could only reluctantly withdraw his hand. However, he made a firm decision in his heart, thinking, just wait until we’re back in City A, then you’ll see.


    Although Fu Han pretended to watch the road seriously, the corner of her eye never left He Xing. She naturally caught every expression on his face.


    As they got nearer and nearer to City A, Fu Han pretended to y with her phone whilst casually saying, “Nan Qing is already waiting for me at home, you can just drop me off at Huating No.1.”


    “Huating No.1?” He Xing raised his voice suddenly, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that they were on the highway and unable to brake, he would probably have mmed on the brakes. He half turned to Fu Han, “You are my girlfriend now, why don’t youe to live in Lanwan? Grandpa misses you so much, and besides, that’s also your home.”


    “Cough, cough…” Whenever it came to this, Old Master He was the moral lever that He Xing used to press Fu Han. It was always effective.


    Today was no exception, and Fu Han immediately felt guilty. With a resentful look at He Xing, her voice carried an unintended tinge of coquetry, “But we’re not married yet, and living together seems a bit awkward. Can you exin it to grandpa for me? Just tell him I’ll visit him every week.”


    He Xing had originally made up his mind to bring Fu Han back to the Lanwan vi, but seeing her like this, his heart melted into a puddle. He had no choice but to agree.


    Again he gripped the steering wheel with one hand while he fumbled with his phone with the other, finding a number to dial. “Liang Tao, arrange for someone to tidy up my apartment at Huating No.1. I’m moving in today.”


    “You’re staying at Huating No.1?” Fu Han’s eyes widened as she looked at He Xing. She couldn’t shake the feeling that ever since she forgave him, he’d be increasingly thick-skinned and relentless.


    As expected, He Xing looked at her with a matter-of-fact expression, “Where the wife goes, the husband follows. Where you are, there I’ll be. Anyway, since you won’t go back, Grandpa doesn’t care much for me either.”


    Fu Han admitted defeat, spreading her hands in an “as long as you’re happy” gesture.


    The scenery outside the car window swiftly receded as they drove along: the trees formed thick canopies; the clouds in the sky stacked inyers uponyers, with blue skies and white clouds so pure they were void of any impurity; and the endless roads ahead meandered through thendscape. asionally, the scent of unknown flowers carried on the breeze, mixing with the calls of birds.


    Such beautiful weather was enough to make a person’s heart feel expansive and refreshed.


    With a beautiful scene outside the window, her beloved by her side, and her favorite music in her ears, Fu Han felt there was no moment in her life happier than right now.


    Fu Han reclined her seat slightly and closed her eyes, “I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when we arrive.”


    A minuteter, she snapped her eyes open in a hurry, shaking a little fist in a threatening manner, “If you dare to secretly take me back to Lanwan, you’re dead meat.”


    In He Xing’s eyes, her threats were meaningless, but he still cheered up, his eyes twinkling like stars, “Okay, okay, I got it.”


    …


    Life quieted down again, just as it had been before the beginning of Pan Si Gui’s filming. Every day, Fu Han and Nan Qing would forsake their cars in favor of riding the subway to work.


    Living in the city center at Huating No.1, their struggle to get onto the subway could aptly be described as tough, but still, they never tired of the daily battle to catch the train.


    Sometimes, when they were lucky enough to find seats, Nan Qing would take out her sketchbook from her bag and draw spontaneously, capturing the diverse people on the subway.


    Fu Han’s camera had been with her twenty-four hours a day, but she could hardly snap photos of people on the subway, iming she wanted to capture the variety of life, right?


    But watching Nan Qing draw made Fu Han’s fingers itch to do the same, so she eventually asked Nan Qing for a sketchbook and started drawing every day too.


    In the beginning, her drawings could only be described as cryptic symbols; after a month, though, the figures she drew hade to life, despite still being quite different from Nan Qing’s.


    Nan Qing belonged to the realistic school, capturing every detail of a person; Fu Han’s style was more impressionistic or perhaps abstract, often exaggerating certain features, making her sketches resemble cartoon characters.


    One day, Nan Qing couldn’t help but remark, “Fu Han, if you keep drawing, I think you could use these characters to create aic strip. And when you do, I’ll be your number one fan.”


    While nonchntly tucking her book into her bag, Fu Han stood up and headed for the subway door, “That sounds great, and I’ll be even happier if you’re interested in investing.”


    She and Nan Qing shared the same direction to work, but Fu Han got off two stations earlier.


    “Be safe,” Nan Qing waved her goodbye before returning her focus to her sketchbook.


    It took Fu Han about ten minutes to walk from the subway station to the Office. She and Su Cheng still co-owned thepany and now had returned to being just friends.


    The fact that they could interact as normal friends was entirely due to Su Cheng’s efforts. When he found out that Fu Han and He Xing were together, he buried his feelings for her deep in his heart and never showed them again.


    The moment Assistant Zhao Ting saw Fu Han, she came up immediately, “Manager Fu, someone’s here to apply for the photographer position. Manager Su isn’t in. Will you take a look?”


    Su Cheng typically left the harder tasks for himself, and if he wasn’t there, he must have gone out for a shoot before dawn.


    “Bring them in for me to see,” nodded Fu Han, turning and entering her own office.


    Two minutester, the knock sounded, and upon her invitation to enter, the footsteps stopped in front of her desk. Only then did she finally look up, and in a moment of surprise, she eximed, “Why is it you?”


    Seeing Fu Han’s reaction, Zhao Ting looked back and forth between her and the applicant. Out of curiosity, she asked, “Manager Fu, do you know each other?”


    “We do,” Fu Han smiled and reached out her hand generously, “Zhu Lian, long time no see. How have you been?”


    How could she forget? When she returned to the country looking for a job, her so-called good friend invited her to work at the Xia Group. Only on that very day, Zhu Lian had not said a word in her defense when Xia Ning teased her, even ming her for dragging her down.


    He Xing had been present that day, and Fu Han hadn’t been put at a disadvantage, but afterwards, she had blocked this “friend,” adhering to her principle of “betray me once, and I’ll never need you again.” She never expected anyone to help pull her out of the mud, but at least they shouldn’t kick her when she was down, or stab her in the back.