<h4>Chapter 547: Chapter 548: Fu Han Returns Home</h4><h4></h4>


    So as soon as Old Zhou arrived, she immediately left. She truly wasn’t fond of the excessive warmth from the Huangpu Lady, firstly because Fu Han had a deep impression of the overbearing Huangpu Lady of the past, and secondly, because the attentiveness of the Huangpu Lady towards her was overly deliberate, the kind that expected something in return, and she clearly understood that she couldn’t give the Huangpu Lady the repayment she desired.


    However, Fu Han found it strange that although she had clearly already reached the foothills of Lanwan Mountain, Old Zhou was driving her around in circles at the base instead of taking her straight back home, and he didn’t exin his reasons when asked.


    Master He was especially delighted to see Fu Han, and he took her to the garden to bask in the sun, while Old Zhou willingly went to the kitchen maid to prepare desserts for after mealtimes.


    The afternoon sunlightzily spilled down, shining on Fu Han’s face and dispelling the cold of winter, warming her considerably.


    Her long, ck waterfall-like hair cascaded down, and when the sunlight hit it, it radiated a faint glow, much like a piece of ck jade.


    Fu Han squinted slightly and leaned back in the rattan chair, letting the sunshine fall on her face, and spoke in a soft, kitten-like voice, "Grandpa, do you have something you want to tell me?"


    "Cough cough cough..."


    Master He, who was drinking tea, choked violently from Fu Han’s words, and nearly coughed up tears in an unguarded moment.


    His reaction was so intense that it startled Fu Han, who hurriedly stood up and while patting Master He’s back she said, "Grandpa, you... what are you doing, I... I didn’t say anything."


    Master He,forting, patted Fu Han’s shoulder and smiled: "I’m fine; I was just wondering why you would ask that all of a sudden."


    Seeing that Master He was alright, Fu Han silently returned to her seat. Her legs dangled in the air as she gently swung them, creating enchanting sceneries in the air.


    Just like her voice, which had now be clear and bright, "Grandpa, you don’t have to hide it in front of me. You asked Uncle Zhou to bring me back, yet you didn’t let me go directly up the mountain. Aren’t you intentionally having me avoid He Xing?"


    As she spoke, Old Zhou had juste over carrying an agate fruit te, which was originally arranged beautifully like a painting; but upon hearing Fu Han’s words, his hands trembled, and that perfect picture now had a slight crack.


    Under Master He’s not too stern gaze, Old Zhou ced the fruit te on the stone round table, while wiping the sweat from his forehead, "Master, I... I didn’t tell the Lady anything, I... I..."


    He stuttered for quite some time, unable to articte a proper reason, which instead made Fu Han burst intoughter at his side.


    After Fu Han had her fill ofughter, she tossed a plump grape into her mouth and said, "Grandpa, do I need Uncle Zhou to tell me something? Don’t I know our family’s cars? I saw our chauffeur driving out with He Xing’s car, and He Xing was in the passenger seat."


    When He Xing was mentioned, despite Fu Han’s face bearing a forced smile ofposure, her heart felt as if it were being pricked by needles, ufortable; yet she strove hard to hide her emotions.


    Master He gazed deeply at Fu Han: "Xiaohan, do you know who He Xing was withst night?"


    Fu Han never expected Master He to be so direct with his question, and due to her shock, she forgot to hide her emotions and simply stared at Master He with wide eyes.


    A breeze passed by, lightly stirring the leaves of the ivy. The pine trees dropped ayer of pine needles not too far away, and a nameless floral fragrance wafted over, faint yet carrying the unique chill of winter—somewhat simr to the scent of plum blossoms but richer.


    She wrinkled her nose and her attractive eyes searched the garden, trying to find out which flower’s fragrance was so intense.


    Master He’s voice, old yet weary, spoke up, "Fu Han, you know it, right? He Xing was with Xia Ningst night."


    A bitter smile crept onto Fu Han’s lips, and sheughed, looking yfully at Master He: "Grandpa, you’re really too much. You knew I was aware of this news, yet you still insist on bringing it up in front of me. Aren’t you afraid it will make me sad?"


    "Sad?" Master Heughed as well, hisughter equally filled with bitterness: "When you think about it, it was He Xing who did something wrong to you. It’s no use for me to hide it. I got He Xing out of the way because I wanted to ask you privately what you n to do?"


    Fu Han’s eyes widened as she looked at Master He; she truly hadn’t expected that at this point, Master He’s concern would be what she intended to do.


    On her way back, Fu Han had already contemted that if Master He persuaded her to forgive He Xing, she wondered what she should do, whether she should give face to Master He.


    But it seemed now that her worries were unnecessary. Master He’s kindness towards her had never been because He Xing liked her, but because Master He had always been so good to her.


    Fu Han’s tense spirit rxed all at once. She took a deep breath and said with a bitter smile, "I really don’t know what to do. Grandpa, I don’t want to hide it from you. I indeed dislike He Xing being with Xia Ning, but it seems like He Xing and Xia Ning always have various ties that keep entangling them."


    A gust of wind came through, and someone’s sigh filled the air, low and weeping, sounding like someone crying.


    Master He looked intently at Fu Han: "So what do you intend to do now? Are you going to kick He Xing to the curb or properly teach Xia Ning a lesson?"


    "Ah?" Fu Han’s eyes widened as she looked at Master He, suspecting something might be wrong with her ears. Was Master He really He Xing’s grandfather, to speak so lightly of such issues?


    Master He gave Fu Han a stern look and unapologetically said, "What are you looking at? What, you thought I was a senseless grandfather who only knows how to help He Xing?"


    "No... not at all, Grandpa. I didn’t mean that." Fu Han’s face turned red, not from nervousness, but from embarrassment.


    Master He humphed coldly, "Of course, I still hope you and He Xing can be together, but it’s not the old times anymore. Having multiple wives and concubines is out of the question. He Xing must either stay properly with you, or he can get lost."


    "Then Grandpa, what do you n to do?" Fu Han’s beautiful eyes shined, and her whole person seemed to regain vitality.


    ...


    He Xing had driven nearly all over City A, searching every possible ce he could think of but had still not found a trace of Fu Han. Out of options, he could only have the chauffeur drive back to the He family’s vi.


    By the time they returned to the vi, it was almost dusk. The sun’s afterglow cast ayer of gold over Lanwan Mountain, and the road they took up the mountain seemed as if it was paved with golden light.