<h4>Chapter 546: Chapter 547: Grandfather and Grandson Standoff</h4><h4></h4>


    As for Su Cheng, although he was notpletely drunk yet, he was not far from copsing. His speech had already begun to slur, and his gaze had be even bolder as it fell on Fu Han.


    However, because Fu Han was preupied the whole time, her mind fixated on what was happening between He Xing and Xia Ning, she did not notice this at all.


    ...


    He Family’s vi.


    The He Family’s vi was usually very quiet, only bing lively when Fu Han was present, but today, it was even quieter than usual, so much so that ’quiet’ did not quite capture the atmosphere—it should be described as ’silent.’


    The expression on Old Master He’s face was particrly ugly. He sat on the sofa, silently staring at He Xing, his normally kind face now covered with wrinkles: "He Xing, I told you a few days ago to keep your distance from Xia Ning. Sooner orter, she would ruin your reputation; you just wouldn’t believe it. Look what happened now—didn’t I say this would happen?"


    "Grandpa, you’ve been saying this for over an hour," He Xing said, painfully massaging his forehead. Although he could hold his liquor, he was not immune to drunkenness, and after drinking too much the previous night, he felt like he could explode at any moment.


    "What’s wrong with over an hour?" Old Master He red at He Xing with unrestrained fury: "Look at the mess you’ve made! How could you be so foolish? What will you do if Fu Han finds out? After Xia Ning spent the night at the He vi, you asked me not to tell Fu Han, and I spent money to suppress your news. But what about today?"


    He Xing’s face grew particrly unpleasant, and with a sigh of resignation, he said, "Grandpa, no matter how much you say, I still don’t know. Last night I was drinking with Ji Liangchuan; I don’t even remember why I woke up in the hotel."


    "So you’re just palming me off with that, huh?" Old Master He paced angrily around the room, his face still filled with rage: "Is that the same excuse you’re going to give to Fu Han?"


    He Xing’s expression suddenly became unnatural, and he coughed awkwardly before saying, "This... I will handle it myself."


    "Alright, you said it," Old Master He replied, furiously tapping his finger on the table after He Xing infuriated him to the point of puffing his cheeks and ring: "If Fu Han doesn’t want anything to do with you, don’te looking to me for help."


    If He Xing had previously shown signs of impatience, now all the impatience had vanished, reced with a pleading look in his eyes as he looked at Old Master He.


    The Old Master, still visibly enraged, snorted and had no intention of paying He Xing any attention: "I’ve told you many times to stay away from the Xia Family, especially Xia Ning. She always upsets Fu Han, and you just wouldn’t listen. Now look, Fu Han is ignoring you. What are you going to do?"


    The already oppressive atmosphere in the living room became even more so after these words.


    He Xing couldn’t sit still any longer. He stood up and paced around the room, and after a fewps, he approached the Old Master and said, "Grandpa, could you please call Fu Han and ask her toe home for dinner tonight?"


    "As if you needed to say it?" Old Master He red at He Xing once more, his wrath unmitigated: "Don’t I know to call Fu Han myself? But now she won’t even answer my calls."


    He Xing’s face fell immediately, as if struck by a bolt from the blue.


    Meanwhile, Old Master He red at He Xing fiercely again: "I sent Old Zhou to check at Huating No.1, and Fu Han wasn’t there, so you better go out and bring Fu Han back to me pronto!"


    He Xing sighed. In truth, he was also very worried about Fu Han, but he still doubted whether what Old Master He said was true, so he kept a skeptical gaze on the Old Master.


    "What are you looking at?" Old Master He’s anger intensified, ring at He Xing forcefully: "Let me tell you, don’t think that just because I raised Fu Han, she won’t leave you. I’m telling you, with the way you are, I will absolutely not help you pursue Fu Han ever again. And in the future, if I meet any decent young men, I will introduce them to Fu Han."


    He Xing finally realized he had underestimated Old Master He’s fury. He silently sighed and, reluctantly taking out his mobile phone, made ready to leave: "Grandpa, I’ll go find Fu Han. If you have any news of her, give me a call."


    "What? You’re in a condition to drive now?" Old Master He’s words could be truly venomous when he felt like it. He looked coldly at He Xing and said, "Or are you nning to have Xia Ning be your driver again?"


    "I..." He Xing’s face, already a bit red, flushed even more as he coughed and quickly replied, "I’ll have the family driver take me. Is that satisfactory?"


    Old Master He snorted and turned away, seeming to tacitly consent.


    Knowing he was in the wrong, He Xing did not linger any longer and left promptly.


    No sooner had He Xing’s foot crossed the threshold than Old Master He was making a call: "Old Zhou, He Xing is about to go out looking for Fu Han. Stay out of sight and don’t let him see you."


    Minutester, the sound of a car starting up could be heard; the family driver was taking He Xing out. About ten minutes or so passed, and distant car noises approached, prompting Old Master He to immediately rise and go out to greet them.


    Indeed, in the He family’s parking lot was parked Old Master He’s usual limited edition vintage car, with Fu Han and Old Zhou emerging from the left and right doors respectively.


    Old Master He promptly greeted her: "Xiaohan, you’re finally here."


    Fu Han had received a call from He Xing while dining at the Nangong Family, and after seeing the news, she had been pretending to keep calm. However, when He Xing’s call came through, her anger red, and she not only hung up on him but also blocked his number.


    In the half-hour that followed, Old Master He called Fu Han, and although she guessed it might be about He Xing, she couldn’t refuse her grandfather’s call.


    Curiously, the grandfather didn’t mention He Xing on the phone; he only asked Fu Han to make sure she came back, to have dinner at home in the evening.


    Lately, Old Master He had been in and out of the hospital several times. Though Fu Han hadn’t said much, she was extremely worried about her grandfather’s health. Consequently, as long as his request was not too much, she would not refuse.


    Therefore, after having lunch at Nan Qing’s, Fu Han didn’t stay long; Old Master He had sent Old Zhou to pick her up.


    Actually, Lady Huangpu had been eagerly inviting Fu Han and Nan Qing to have dinner at the Huangpu’s that evening. Fu Han had been pondering how to refuse when Old Master He’s call came at just the right time, serving as the perfect "excuse" for her not to stay and pretend she was oblivious to everyone’s pity, not having to force a smile and act as if she didn’t care.