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Chapter 36: 036 A Little Trick

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Chapter 36: 036 A Little Trick

She went to the same college as Luo Qinghe, but by the time she enrolled, Luo Qinghe had already graduated and been recommended for overseas studies in photography.

No one studying photography didn’t know of Luo Qinghe, a genius photographer who won all the renown photography awards in his teens.

Moreover, he was Fu Han’s idol, an idol that neither He Xing nor Nan Qing knew of, to the extent that she once thought Luo Qinghe was a woman.

Although he was only 29 years old now, he had already reached the level of a judge in various major photography competitions, and it was even said that entertainment shows were seeking him out, but he was so casual that there wasn’t even a single photo of him online.

Fu Han still hadn’t quite come to terms with it, she had simply flagged down a car at random and that car turned out to be Luo Qinghe’s.

However, under normal circumstances, a person’s capabilities and temperament are matched, and the temper of the genius Luo Qinghe was something Fu Han did not dare to compliment.

Even with an idol filter, Fu Han still silently told herself that Luo Qinghe was a lotus that should only be viewed from a distance, and in the future, it would be best to stay as far away as possible.

She admired Luo Qinghe’s talents but didn’t necessarily have to like his personality.

Thinking this, Fu Han looked at Su Cheng with curiosity, “How do you know Luo Qinghe? And how are you so familiar with his affairs?”

“Of course, we grew up together,” Su Cheng said with obvious pride.

Fu Han opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn’t utter a word, just silently nodded. She had never liked prying into other people’s privacy, and if it weren’t for her slight curiosity about Luo Qinghe, she wouldn’t have asked at all.

…

After leaving the Jiangshan Gallery, Su Cheng asked Fu Han to wait where she was while he went to bring the car around.

It was dusk already, and the sunset at the Jiangshan Gallery was a sight to behold, the orange sun like a fully-cooked egg yolk slowly descending, painting the undulating mountain range the same shade of orange.

Fu Han stared for a long while before suddenly coming to her senses and taking out her SLR camera to focus.

The scene before her displayed a white wild chrysanthemum stretching out its arms toward the sun with a newly hatched dragonfly resting on it, struggling to spread its wings.

After she finished shooting, she turned the lens in another direction, at the empty end of the square, a casually dressed man with sunglasses approached, the landing of his white high-top sneakers creating ripples as if blooming lotuses with each step.

It was a coincidence caused by the sunlight, the reflection off the marble ground, and the re-reflection off the mirrored sneakers.

Click, another photo was taken.

She admired the photo on the SLR, having not seen it clearly before; the man had a light stubble around his chin, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if mocking or admiring the scenery, this damned contradictory beauty.

Fu Han felt a surge of excitement; these two photos were her unexpected gains, and usually, she might not capture such beautiful pictures even if she roamed around all day.

She turned off her camera to call Su Cheng, but suddenly, a shadow loomed over her head, and a feeling of oppression hit her, instinctively stepping back two steps and looking up, “He Xing? What are you doing here?”

“Just passing by? I’ve come to pick you up,” He Xing said with a smile, his eyes intensely focused on Fu Han, “Pay up.”

“Pay what?” Fu Han felt perplexed, always getting a headache seeing He Xing.

He Xing put his sunglasses back on, his smile widening slightly, “You just took photos of me secretly, shouldn’t you pay up?”

They had been too close before and He Xing had appeared suddenly, so she hadn’t paid attention to He Xing’s attire, but now looking at him, wasn’t he the male protagonist in the photos she had taken?

She sized him up and had to admit He Xing was naturally photogenic, looking like the male lead in romance dramas when wearing suits and exuding a different kind of lazy charm in casual attire, equally eye-catching.

Fu Han opened her camera while speaking coldly, “I see, in that case, I’ll delete the photo then.”

He Xing snatched the SLR away and held it high overhead, “Without my permission, you’re not allowed to delete that photo.”

Fu Han jumped but couldn’t reach the camera, knowing she couldn’t retrieve it against his height advantage.

She immediately dropped all smiles from her face, “Unless you hold my camera forever, I will never let your photos exist in it.”

Her voice was not loud, but upon landing, He Xing’s hands dropped as if they had lost strength.

He stared at Fu Han without blinking, “You… you hate me that much?”

Fu Han felt as if someone had struck a part of her heart hard with a hammer, and she opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say, ultimately managing only a weak response, “It’s improper to take photos without consent, no matter who comes to me, I would delete the photo.”

“Then pretend I never approached you, keep the photo,” He Xing pushed the SLR back into Fu Han’s hands, his eyes burning bright, as countless peach blossoms bloomed.

The SLR in Fu Han’s arms suddenly felt a thousand pounds heavy, heavy enough that the color drained from her face.

She kept asking herself, do I really hate him that much?

No, she shouldn’t hate He Xing; there is no hate without love.

She should be grateful to He Xing, shouldn’t she? If He Xing had even a hint of interest in her three years ago, she probably would still be placing herself beneath the dust, just to have a legitimate reason to stay by his side.

A smile spread across Fu Han’s face like grapevines in the spring, “Mr. He must be joking, how could I hate you? When my parents died, it was the He Family that took me in; you are all my benefactors, I can’t thank you enough.”

The light in He Xing’s eyes flickered like the last flame under the cold wind, sputtering out, leaving not a single spark.

But after his thick eyelashes fluttered a few times, his face returned to its usual indifference, “Since you consider me a lifesaver, and I’ve modeled for you for free, could you make me a sour cabbage fish hotpot tonight as a treat?”

The sudden change was too great, Fu Han didn’t react at all, and she opened her mouth in amusement, only to be interrupted by a call from Su Cheng, “Fu Han, my car’s tank is leaking oil; you might have to wait a bit longer.”

Today was really eventful. Fu Han agreed and was about to hang up when He Xing snatched the phone away, “Stay there, we’ll come help you tow your car.”

About half an hour later, the Lamborghini started up, followed by Su Cheng’s white Audi.

Fu Han was ready to ride in Su Cheng’s Audi, but He Xing suddenly shoved her into the passenger seat of his own car.

The Jiangshan Gallery receded quickly in the rearview mirror, the landscapes on both sides of the road blurring like a sped-up movie, indistinct to the eye.

Fu Han asked belatedly, “Did you drain the oil from Su Cheng’s car?”

“Not so dumb after all.” He Xing didn’t feel any remorse for his ruse being discovered. In fact, he just laughed proudly.