<h4>Chapter 311: Chapter 311: How Can I Leave Him?</h4><h4></h4>


    "I..." Xia Ning’s face tightened, and she said with ack of confidence, "In my heart, He Xing is priceless, but...you...you name your price. What do I need to do for you to leave He Xing?"


    Unbeknownst to her, the wind had already stopped, leaving no trace behind. Only the fallen leaves on the ground remained, evidence that the wind had been there.


    Fu Han’s gaze shifted slightly, and she could see the He Family’s vi not far away. Nestled among the mountains and forests, the vi looked so insignificant, like a toy castle, so distant and out of ce, as if it were a projection from another world.


    She had never felt her intuition so urate before. Had it really be so difficult to reintegrate into that ce after leaving it?


    There seemed to be the melodious sound of piano ying in the distance, probably the young girl from the family not far from the He Family, practicing. It had been a few days since shest heard it, and it sounded much more pleasant now, barely recognizable as the piece being yed.


    The girl’s piano room was behind her vi, which, spatially, was actually the closest to Fu Han’s room. When the girl first started ying the piano, Fu Han really felt it was torturous, and at one point, she considered asking Uncle Zhou to go down and ask the child not to cause a disturbance anymore.


    Now, thinking about it, she was d she hadn’t acted impulsively, or she might have destroyed someone else’s dream.


    When the word "dream" appeared in Fu Han’s mind, her previously frantic heart suddenly calmed down. She looked at her DSLR camera, which she had casually tossed onto the round table, lying there lonely, looking especially pitiable.


    Fu Han picked up the DSLR with affection and looked at Xia Ning, "If you have nothing else to say, then I’ll be leaving first."


    By the time Xia Ning realized what Fu Han had said, all she could see was Fu Han’s retreating back. Even at this point, she still had the mood to go to the back mountain to take pictures.


    Xia Ning looked at the screen that was still ying the "sports blockbuster" of her and He Xing, her eyes filled with disgust. She had thought the video in her hands was a surefire weapon, but it turned out not to be the case.


    Whenever she thought about the origin of this video, Xia Ning felt so nauseated she could barely stand it. Her finger tapped on the screen, hovering over the "delete" button, and she hesitated for a long time but eventually couldn’t bring herself to do it.


    She spat viciously in the direction that Fu Han had left, "Even if you don’t care, I’ll make sure to disgust you to death."


    Finally, she sent the video to Fu Han and then left in her high heels.


    Fu Han, despite leaving with her DSLR, appeared to be going to take photos, but in reality, her heart was in extreme pain. She kept walking forward, all the way to the back of the mountain, to a corner where no one could see her, where her tightly wound spirit finally rxed.


    She didn’t care if the ground was dirty or not, she just sat down, and the tears she had been holding back for far too long finally fell. She was so upset that she wished she could drag He Xing over and give him a good beating.


    Why, why did he have to treat her like this?


    Didn’t He Xing proposest night, saying that he would only love Fu Han in this lifetime, that he had never loved anyone but Fu Han, and that she was the one he had fallen in love with at first sight?


    Fu Han had been so happyst night, but now she was equally distressed. Today’s events were clearly saying that everything He Xing saidst night was a joke, just a joke.


    When she saw the video, Fu Han’s first reaction was disbelief, but Xia Ning showed her the timestamp – it was clearly the night Xia Ning and He Xing spent together at the hotel.


    It was just before the final of the Global Photography Contest, and it was on the day of the final that Xia Ning arrived at the scene, exposing the photos of the two of them going to the hotel on the spot.


    Even though it had been more than half a year, Fu Han still couldn’t bear to recall her feelings that day - He Xing protected Xia Ning under the media’s shing lights, while she unterally announced the cancetion of her engagement with He Xing under the scrutiny of the media.


    He Xing had tried to exin multiple times that nothing happened between him and Xia Ning, but today Xia Ning came to Fu Han with the video. How could she believe that nothing happened between them?


    She just couldn’t, absolutely couldn’t!


    Before Fu Han, there were clear streaks of water stains, and she didn’t know when her tears had stopped. All she knew was that her heart was now full of wounds.


    She made up her mind; she couldn’t marry He Xing in such an unclear and unfair manner. She couldn’t wrong herself.


    Fu Han hastily wiped her tear-stained face and went back to the He Family vi. She washed her face and changed into a clean set of clothes, intending to go out and find He Xing, but she hadn’t even left the house when she ran into Old Master He returning.


    Old Master He looked at Fu Han with a smile, "Xiaohan, you look in a hurry. Is there something the matter? Shall I have Old Zhou take you out?"


    Fu Han stood in front of Grandfather He, stunned for quite a while before she realized what he was saying. Looking at the white hair at his temples, each seemingly like a needle, pierced painfully into Fu Han’s heart.


    She struggled to put on a slight smile and affectionately took Grandfather He’s hand, "Grandfather, I... I was just bored by myself and wanted to go out for a walk. Now that you’re back, I’m not bored anymore."


    "Really? Nothing’s wrong?" Grandfather He looked over Fu Han, his cloudy eyes bing increasingly bright. After a moment, he smiled, "Then would you apany me to bask in the sun in the garden?"


    "Of course, that’s fine." Fu Han nodded and helped Grandfather He to the back garden.


    It was noon, and although it was windy and not hot, Fu Han still didn’t want to "sunbath" in earnest. The sun at the end of summer was still strong, and the grape trellis in the back garden wasrge. With the canopy handwoven by gardeners out of bamboo, it was indeed a perfect spot for summer.


    No sooner had they sat down than the smiling cook, wearing an apron, brought out a fruit tter, "Old Master, Lady, have some fresh fruit to quench your thirst in the midday heat."


    Remembering what the cook had said this morning, Fu Han had a good impression of the normally inconspicuous cook. She nodded with a smile, "Thank you. You’ve worked hard."


    The cook beamed with gratitude, her sun-tanned face full of thanks. Her gaze wandered, as if she had a special interest in this garden.


    The He Family was strict about the discipline of servants, not only stipting what to do when, but also which ces were off-limits. The rules were stringent.


    Fu Han knew the cook probably had to stay in the kitchen all day long since joining the He Family and likely never had the chance to stroll through the garden.


    Feeling some pity, Fu Han was about to say something when Old Master He, with an expressionless face, dismissed the cook, "You’ve done your task. Go back to your kitchen."