<h4>Chapter 550: Chapter 551: Face to Face Confrontation</h4><h4></h4>


    Before, He Xing had been worried that Fu Han was about to break up with him again, but now, listening to what Fu Han just said, she didn’t seem to have that intention at all. Fu Han, this was implicitly saying she had always considered him her boyfriend.


    He Xing’s mood suddenly improved, and he obediently sat in ce without uttering a word.


    On the other side, Xia Ning was infuriated upon hearing these words. Her anger was on the verge of erupting, but in the next second, she managed to hold it back. Stomping her feet and looking at the elderly Mr. He with a pitiful expression, she said, "Grandpa He, listen to what Fu Han is saying. This is your home; how can she speak like this? I was the one invited by you."


    Mr. He smiled and said, unperturbed, "This is also Fu Han’s home. If she does not allow it, you cannot be here either."


    Xia Ning’s eyes widened, as if she couldn’t believe what she had heard. Her gaze shifted back and forth between Mr. He and He Xing, as if trying to figure out who could help her.


    In the end, she directed her plea toward He Xing, "Brother He Xing, look at Fu Han. She’s so rude just because Grandpa likes her. It will be the He Family that loses face if she goes out acting like this. You can’t ignore this."


    He Xing cleared his throat with annoyance and said, "Who asked you toe? Last night I wanted you to drive me home, and you took me to a hotel. It’s already good that Fu Han didn’t hit you upon seeing you today."


    "But..." Tearful and wronged, Xia Ning’s eyes began to well up.


    But before she could finish, He Xing cut her off, "But what? Although I don’t know why Grandpa asked you toe, if you had any sense, you wouldn’t havee today."


    This was the truth, but Fu Han still silently rolled her eyes inwardly. She really wanted to tell He Xing that he was underestimating Xia Ning. Was there anything she wouldn’t do to join the He Family? Besides, Grandpa He had specifically asked her toe today; how could she possibly not show up?


    As expected, Xia Ning was so aggrieved upon hearing this that big tears began to fall, "Brother He Xing, how can you say that about me? I told you, your car was out of gas. I had no choice but to find a nearby hotel. If I really had intentions, I would have done ’that’ when you were drunkst night."


    By the end of her statement, Xia Ning’s face had turned red, seemingly shy.


    Fu Han frowned deeply from the sideline. She still didn’t know what had actually happenedst night. The information she had was merely bits and pieces she had put together from what she heard from Mr. He and seen on television. He Xing hadn’t seriously talked to her about the incident yet.


    Truth be told, she did suspect that something indescribable had happened between Xia Ning and He Xingst night, but she had been too embarrassed to ask Mr. He, so she had kept silent. Now, hearing Xia Ning put it that way, Fu Han found her words surprisingly pleasant, though she didn’t show it on her face.


    He Xing reflexively nced at Fu Han, and then red at Xia Ning, "Xia Ning, no one will think you’re mute if you don’t speak. If you don’t want to be thrown out, then just stay put."


    Xia Ning was genuinely afraid of being thrown out, so she quickly stopped crying and stood there like a child who had done something wrong.


    For a moment, the garden became quiet with only the sound of the wind rustling the leaves.


    The sky began to darken, and the streetlights were already lit, their orange glow spreading warmth like a miniature sun.


    The outline of the garden was blurred, and it took a good look to discern the shapes of the flowers and nts.


    This garden was the ce where Fu Han spent the most time during her childhood. Even in pitch darkness, she would never get lost here; she knew every nt and flower.


    Just as Fu Han was searching for a certain morning glory vine, the authoritative voice of Mr. He rang out, "He Xing, while everyone is here, you two might as well clear things up. What exactly happened between you twost night?"


    Fu Han immediately stopped her inappropriate daydreaming, her eyes wide as she looked at Mr. He. Alright, she really did want to know what had happenedst night, but she never expected Mr. He to be so blunt in asking.


    If not for the swimming pool and the small club on the top floor, the He Family’s vi had three stories. In front of the third floor, there was a massive incandescentmp that would light up when it got dark, illuminating the vast garden as if it were daylight.


    This was amp Mr. He had installed specifically for Fu Han after her parents had just left the world, and Fu Han was very distressed. She did not get along with the nanny that Mr. He had hired and would often hide alone in the garden.


    The young Fu Han was like a tender ball of flesh, truly hard to find when hidden behind the flower trees and thus making her difficult to locate.


    Toplicate things further, the young Fu Han had a rebellious streak and liked sneaking into the garden at night when no one was paying attention; but her courage was small, and she would cry bitterly if adults didn’t find her quickly in the dark night.


    Later, Mr. He had a huge light installed, like a lighthouse by the sea, capable of illuminating everything. With this light, Fu Han no longer cried because of the night garden.


    Later on, as Fu Han grew up and adjusted to life without her parents, themp was rarely turned on. However, whenever Fu Han went out for a walk at night, Old Zhou would always instruct the servants to turn on themp, just in case Fu Han was afraid on her way home.


    Now, under thismp’s illumination, everyone’s faces were as clear as if they were under the midday sun, and she could even count the fuzz on He Xing’s face.


    Thus, Fu Han saw clearly how He Xing’splexion changed significantly after hearing Mr. He’s words, making her heart sink as if a stone had been tied to it, endlessly descending towards the bottom of the sea.


    He Xing’s fingers unconsciously tapped on the marble tabletop, his handsome face expressionless. Knowing him as Fu Han did, he was surely struggling fiercely inside.


    After nearly a few minutes, He Xing finally began to speak slowly, "Last night, after Fu Han and I... after we separated, I ran into Ji Liangchuan. He invited me for a drink; we both had a bit too much. I wanted to call a designated driver to take me back, but I couldn’t get through on my phone, so I had Xia Ning drive me."


    "What does your drinking have to do with Xia Ning?" Mr. He cut in sharply, his keen eyes like an eagle zeroing in on its prey.


    He Xing turned to Xia Ning, his tone mirroring Mr. He’s, "Tell me, what were you doing at Liangtao Bar? Don’t tell me you just happened to be there."