<h4>Chapter 492: Chapter 492 Photos Full of Memories</h4><h4></h4>


    At first, He Xing thought Fu Han wanted to hang a photograph of herself here, so He Xing expressed strong opposition. He certainly did not want Fu Han’s photograph staring at him every time he was in the study room.


    In the end, Fu Han made a big fuss until even the elderly Mr. He got involved, and He Xing had no choice but to agree reluctantly.


    It was only when the photograph was hung that he realized it was actually andscape photo.


    Looking at just thisndscape photo, theyout and lighting had ws; there was a certain gappared to the photos Fu Han was currently taking.


    But He Xing thought this photograph looked very beautiful and attractive because every time he looked at it, it reminded him of the time he and Fu Han went on their first trip together.


    What this photograph held was not something else, it was the beautiful times from He Xing and Fu Han’s past.


    Xia Ning followed He Xing’s gaze and saw the painting, too. The He Family was the ce she frequented the most after her own home, so naturally, she knew the painting was Fu Han’s work.


    It wasn’t that she had asked about it, but a young Fu Han had told Xia Ning herself, clearly with the aim of showing off.


    A strong sense of hatred surged in Xia Ning’s heart, and there was a moment when she wanted to rush up, take the painting down, and smash it on the floor—she even wanted to step on it a few times.


    But she held back and put on a brilliant smile, saying in a delicate voice, "Brother He Xing, did you enjoy your trip to M Country? I heard Luo Qinghe’s parents also went to M Country. Did you run into them?"


    "No." He Xing’s gaze finally shifted from the painting to Xia Ning, but the expression with which he looked at her was not even as warm as when he looked at a painting, "You said you knew I had returned to the country and came to see me. You’ve seen me, but refuse to leave. Is there something else? If so, hurry up and say it."


    Xia Ning touched the area near her chest, her face flushed as she looked at He Xing, "Brother He Xing, I have a scar on my chest now. I can never wear beautiful dresses again. What... what should I do?"


    "I’ll help you find a doctor, striving to make your scar disappear," He Xing’s tone unconsciously softened, and he said in a low voice, "Don’t worry, you got hurt saving me...and grandfather. I will definitely not ignore it."


    Xia Ning’s face reddened further, she nodded vigorously and moved closer to He Xing, "Brother He Xing, I heard that Fu Han opened a shop in M Country. Is she going to live there permanently?"


    "Are you really hoping she stays in M Country forever?" He Xing’s eyelids lifted, looking at Xia Ning with a profound gaze.


    "Of course not," Xia Ning waved her paws wildly, stammering her exnation, "I didn’t mean that, of course, if Fu Han decides to stay there, then...then there’s nothing that can be done."


    Although she denied it with her words, everyone could see that her words didn’t align with her true thoughts. Just like everyone knew she wished more than anything for Fu Han to never appear before her again.


    He Xing smiled, making a startling statement, "Since you don’t want her in M Country, as you wish, Fu Han will be returning soon."


    "What?" Xia Ning, utterly shocked,pletely forgot to manage her expression, and she looked as dismayed as if she had swallowed a fly.


    He Xing’s smile grew even brighter, chuckling as he touched his chin, "If Fu Han knew you wanted her toe back so badly, she surely wouldn’t hold against you the things you’ve done to her in the past."


    "I..." Xia Ning could no longer pretend to beposed, shaking with rage and clenching her fists as she spoke excitedly, "I don’t wee Fu Han back. I never want to see her again!"


    "Never want to see Fu Han?" He Xing leaned back slightly, smiling mildly, "Then you might not be able to attend my wedding. Because Fu Han is the only bride I’ll ever have in my life."


    He said these things in order to dissuade Xia Ning from holding any more inappropriate thoughts about him. But still, when he spoke these words, he couldn’t help but wear a happy smile.


    Xia Ning’s jealousy surged like unbending river waters. She could no longer control her emotions and rose to her feet, rushing towards He Xing and cried with full throat, "Brother He Xing, I like you so much, my mom saved your life, and I saved your life too. Why don’t you like me, why must you like that slut Fu Han?"


    "Who did you call a slut?" He Xing didn’t stand up, his tone was even calm, and his face showed no extra expression.


    But those eyes, brighter than the stars in the sky, carried towering waves that no one doubted had the capability to cause devastation.


    Xia Ning shivered and took several steps back before barely stopping, herplexion as pale as snow, and she felt an intense urge to turn and run away.


    But today was a rare opportunity. If she fled, she would never have another chance like this for the rest of her life.


    Xia Ning managed to stand firm, her face flushed, she spoke in as calm a voice as possible, "Brother He Xing, I know you like Fu Han, but think about it fairly, Fu Han must also think of me as a slut, right?"


    Even though He Xing’s heartpletely favored Fu Han, he couldn’t deny this matter; in the upper-ss society of A City, it was known that Fu Han and Xia Ning were like the unfathomable divides of the Chu and Han states. Their hostility towards each other was innate and wouldn’t change because of anything.


    Seeing He Xing silent, Xia Ning, as if encouraged, lunged at him like lightning, embracing his neck and swiftly heading for his lips with a kiss that was faster than a strike of thunder.


    Everything happened in a sh. Although He Xing didn’t dodge Xia Ning’s embrace, he turned his head at thest moment to avoid Xia Ning’s kiss.


    To say he avoided the kiss isn’t exact; Xia Ning’s kiss didn’tnd on He Xing’s lips but on his cheek instead.


    He Xing pushed Xia Ning away, his handsome face nowpletely stern, "What are you doing? Leave at once. The He Family does not wee such a guest."


    "Brother He Xing, do you really dislike me that much?" Tears began falling from Xia Ning’s eyes with a plop; her beautiful face seemed pitiful, but her arms were still tightly wrapped around He Xing’s neck, with no intention of letting go.


    Even Xia Ning adjusted her position in line with He Xing’s movements, opting to straddle hisp, the pose was indescribably intimate.


    But what was even more intimate than their current posture was the distance between their cheeks—less than five centimeters apart. They could clearly feel each other’s breath, so close that they could see each other’s pores, count every strand of hair on the other’s head.