<h4>Chapter 453: Chapter 453 Fair Arrangement</h4><h4></h4>


    Ji Liangchuan was indeed half a step slower than Su Cheng, and he watched with jealousy as Su Cheng’s hand rested on Fu Han’s waist, but when facing Fu Han, he smiled with exceptional gentlemanliness, "Of course, I’d be delighted."


    The lively tango started to y, and both Fu Han and Su Cheng smiled at each other as they heard the music, with Su Cheng excitedly saying, "Fu Han, do you still remember this dance tune?"


    "Of course, I remember." Recalling the past, even if it felt bitter at the moment, it now seemed to have a different feeling as she smiled, "That was my first time attending an international student gathering, and you were the first one to invite me to dance. It was this song we danced to."


    "Right, and there was Nan Qing too, it was she who introduced you to me." Su Cheng smiled, his face reddening as he added, "Actually, I noticed you the moment you walked in that day. I thought you..."


    "Su Cheng, just focus on dancing, don’t say these things." Fu Han’s face was also a bit red, but she awkwardly interrupted Su Cheng, knowing he was about to confess again, but today she just wanted to keep things simple, not wanting to sink into guilt over rejecting someone.


    "Alright, alright, I won’t talk about that." Su Cheng immediately followed Fu Han’s words and indeed stopped saying anything rted to liking her.


    During another turn, Fu Han suddenly caught sight of Nan Qing standing by the record yer, her heart skipping a beat, realizing it was Nan Qing who had specially chosen this piece of music.


    Could it be that Nan Qing was trying to bring Fu Han and Su Cheng together?


    It was indeed possible, after arriving in M Country, Nan Qing had spoken in front of Fu Han, both good and bad things about Su Cheng, notcking subtle hints, but at the time Fu Han was engrossed in the joy of encountering an old acquaintance and didn’t think too much of it.


    With this in mind, Fu Han suddenly felt heavier, her movementsgging half a beat behind.


    While Su Cheng was closely admiring Fu Han’s stunning beauty and immersing himself in the music and dance, he sensed Fu Han’s movements slow down, he looked at her with a puzzled nod, then followed Fu Han’s gaze and unsurprisingly caught sight of Nan Qing by the record yer.


    Actually, Nan Qing was also dressed beautifully today, in a light purple sweater paired with a white long skirt, chestnut curly hair carelessly draping over her shoulders, and an exaggeratedlyrge pair of hoop earrings peeking through. Around her neck hung a cross sweater chain.


    Her outfit was naturally sweet and lovely, standing beside the bronze-toned record yer she looked like a painting, beautiful enough to captivate one’s gaze.


    Unconsciously, Su Chengpared Nan Qing with Fu Han; if Fu Han was described as stunning the daylight today, then Nan Qing was like the gentleness of years.


    For some reason, the story of the empresses appeared in Su Cheng’s mind, and when he realized what he was thinking, he hurriedly shifted his gaze from Nan Qing.


    The moment he moved his gaze away, he noticed Wang Yixuan was staring at him. It wasn’t the first time he and Wang Yixuan’s eyes had met in recent days, and despite everyone, including Fu Han, believing an issue would arise between him and Wang Yixuan, in reality, it didn’t happen.


    Both men subtly nodded at each other, tacitly withdrawing their gazes; they were considered tacit because they both saw deep meanings in each other’s eyes but neither spoke of it, feeling a bit like ostriches burying their heads in the sand as if to pretend nothing existed.


    As Su Cheng turned his head, he found Fu Han also looking at him, and inexplicably, he blushed, guiltily exining, "I... I was watching what you were looking at."


    "I know." Fu Han smiled, and that smile seemed to herald the arrival of spring, with every flower in the garden blooming simultaneously, "I know you were looking at Nan Qing. She looks really pretty today, doesn’t she?"


    The blush on Su Cheng’s face deepened even more as he turned and led Fu Han so their backs were to the record yer, saying, "I think you look very beautiful too."


    Actually, Su Cheng wanted to say "I think you look more beautiful than Nan Qing," but he couldn’t bring himself to say it when it came to his lips.


    Fu Han smiled and lowered her head to look at the floor beneath her feet, the reflective surface shimmering like a sheet of moving me; it was the reflection of her red sweater.


    After a few more turns, they had moved to the other side of the dance floor, by the floor-to-ceiling windows farthest from Nan Qing.


    Fu Han’s gaze fell outside the window, where the moonlightmp was still on. Along with the twinkling fairy lights, it was as if an eye was gently watching her.


    Her eyes softened unconsciously, and she whispered to Su Cheng, "Have you made up your mind?"


    This out-of-the-blue question rmed Su Cheng, turning his flushed face deathly white. He gazed at Fu Han, in fear and trembling, his lips quivering, "What... What are you saying? I... I don’t understand."


    "You really don’t understand?" Fu Han smiled teasingly, her beautiful face carrying a yfully mocking expression, "I’m asking if you’ve made up your mind. Who is it that you really like, Nan Qing or me?"


    Previously, when Su Cheng wanted to confess, Fu Han had deftly changed the subject, but now as she blurted out these words directly, she felt a sense of relief.


    Su Cheng’s feelings, however, werepletely different; he was already distressed, and hearing her words only tangled his thoughts further into a messy knot, unable to figure out where to even begin.


    He could only plead in a begging tone, "Fu Han, what are you talking about? Don’t talk nonsense. You are the only one in my heart."


    "Is that so?" Fu Han tilted her head andughed, her bright eyes like mirrors, easily piercing through others’ facades, making everyone bare before her, "I know I’m making you mad by saying this, but I still think that you have Nan Qing in your heart; it’s just because of your obsession with me that you keep turning her down."


    Su Cheng suddenly stopped, standing in front of Fu Han with one hand embracing her waist and the other holding her hand, frozen because he wanted to refute her words, but looking into her eyes, he suddenly felt self-conscious.


    The distance between them was no more than ten centimeters, so close that they could hear each other’s heartbeats as if with only a slight lean, Su Cheng could envelop Fu Han in his arms.


    Such proximity only existed in Su Cheng’s dreams, but now it brought him fear instead of joy.


    In a silent standoff, neither of them uttered a word.


    As the music neared its end, Fu Han slightly moved and easily broke free from Su Cheng, stepping back and standing firm, her gaze piercing as she looked at him, "I’ve always believed happiness is something you have to fight for yourself. Nobody can wait for you forever. If you miss this chance, you might miss out for your entire life."