For accidentally kicking little Fu Hanye, He Sheng stated that she was completely innocent, and that the other party deserved it anyway.
Hahaha.
He Sheng covered the lower half of her face with the blanket and laughed quietly.
Fu Hanye endured the urge to rub her and, with a mischievous intent, pressed most of his body over He Sheng, making it hard for her to breathe.
He Sheng tried to grab his collar, only to realize he was not wearing a top at all—completely bare, and all she could feel was firm, elastic muscle.
In the end, due to the overwhelming difference in strength, He Sheng simply lay flat and played dead.
She could not win by force, and she could not win by words. She felt utterly stifled.
Fu Hanye finally felt satisfied and did not continue bullying her. He returned to his own side, casually pulled her into his arm, and went to sleep.
The next day, when He Sheng invited Shen Yao to the Fu Family again, she was rejected.
“I still have something to do this afternoon. Sorry, He Sheng, I can’t accompany you to practice the piano today.”
She did indeed have matters to handle, though it would not take long.
She simply did not want to go to the Fu Family and face Fu Hanye, that spoiled young master.
If she could not hold back and ended up arguing with Fu Hanye, the scene would not look good.
He Sheng wrote: But without an audience, I don’t even know if I’m playing well.
Shen Yao hesitated. He Sheng had agreed to perform entirely for her sake. She had clearly promised to practice with her, yet after only the second time, she already did not want to go.
Thinking of this, Shen Yao suddenly felt a bit guilty.
Shen Yao was still hesitating when Fu Hanye suddenly appeared from the side and directly pulled He Sheng away.
As he walked, he mocked: “Someone doesn’t want to go, and you’re still shamelessly inviting them. If we’re talking about musical appreciation, I’m definitely better than those poor students. I’ll practice with you instead.”
He Sheng was speechless.
Who was she doing this for?!
Wasn’t it just to create more opportunities for them to spend time together?
Serves you right, stinky dog—you’ll only ever be a villain in the future and never win the beauty’s heart.
……
There was not much time left until the New Year’s Day Gala—barely two weeks in total.
After being sarcastically mocked by Fu Hanye last time, Shen Yao completely gave up on the idea of accompanying He Sheng to practice piano.
Or rather, she was still willing to practice, but she did not want to go to the Fu Family. He Sheng could practice in the school activity room instead.
However, Fu Hanye refused. He insisted on going against Shen Yao, claiming that the activity room was noisy and crowded, and that since better conditions existed, there was no reason to squeeze into the activity room.
He Sheng simply could not speak up; otherwise, she would have argued with Fu Hanye a long time ago.
That stinky dog knew nothing—she was doing all this for him!
In a bad mood, the piano playing also became unpleasant.
Fu Hanye told He Sheng to stop. “Who are you showing your bad mood to? Little mute, you’ve got new love and you forget your old love already, is that it?”
He Sheng pressed her lips together.
What new love, what old love—what nonsense was Fu Hanye talking about?
Fu Hanye ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips.
He also did not know what nonsense he was saying, nor did he understand why he was getting angry.
“Practice however you want, I don’t care!”
After throwing out this line in frustration, Fu Hanye slammed the door and left, leaving a completely confused He Sheng behind.
Was he… going through early menopause?
At night, just as He Sheng had fallen asleep, a dark figure silently pushed open the balcony door and entered the room.
Before getting into bed, he removed his snow-dusted top, slipped under the covers, and pulled the girl into his arms.
In her drowsiness, He Sheng sensed a familiar warmth, let out a soft whimper, and found a comfortable position to cling to him.
Fu Hanye’s heart heated up, and he held her even tighter.
The next morning, He Sheng was already somewhat used to finding an unexpected person beside her when she woke up.
As long as that stinky dog did not cross the line, she would be more than happy to sleep like this every day.
As usual, she checked her life value. The number was very pleasing. At this rate, after New Year’s Day she would be able to exchange for a pair of fully restored eyes.
It was truly something worth celebrating.
He Sheng glanced at Fu Hanye and judged from instinct that he had not woken up yet.
She quietly reached out, and her soft fingertips traced along his chest, touching well-defined abdominal muscles like pieces of chocolate.
Each line was distinct, firm, and strong.
He Sheng was curious. She had not really seen Fu Hanye working out—where did all this muscle come from? Or was it that in novels, male leads and supporting male characters were just naturally built like this?
“Done touching yet?”
A sudden voice struck down like thunder from above. He Sheng quickly withdrew her fingers guiltily.
She had only acted on impulse, not trying to harass him.
The annoying fingertips finally disappeared, and Fu Hanye secretly let out a breath of relief.
Did she not know a man in the morning was very easily provoked?
No sense of survival.
He Sheng stayed a little longer enjoying the closeness, and only got up reluctantly when the alarm rang.
Although there was no early morning class today, maintaining the habit of waking early was good for health.
Fu Jingnian had recently been on a business trip and was not at home. It was said he had gone abroad for negotiations. If things went smoothly, he could return in half a month; if not, making it back for the New Year would already be considered fortunate.
After eating breakfast slowly, He Sheng went to rinse her mouth briefly.
Sister-in-law Wang said the weather was not good today, with heavy snow falling outside—large flakes, each about the size of half a palm.
He Sheng showed a regretful expression.
She had never seen snow that big before.
Her phone suddenly rang. He Sheng answered it—it was He Qingmei.
“Ah Sheng, have you been doing well recently?”
He Sheng quite admired He Qingmei in a way; she was thick-skinned and willing to lower herself when necessary.
After she had spoken so harshly last time, she still dared to call.
“New Year’s Day is coming soon. Do you want to come join us for a meal? It also happens to be your uncle’s birthday.”
“Don’t worry, we don’t have any other intentions. We just want to liven things up. After all, we are family. We all share the He surname.”
He Sheng tapped the armrest with her fingers, feeling only disgust.
There really were people who insisted on acting foolish. The He family were all normal adults—they could not possibly not understand her attitude or her words.
But they insisted on pretending not to understand, fully displaying the art of willful ignorance.
“Ah Sheng, if you agree, just tap your phone twice. Also, we’ve prepared a gift for you—something very thoughtful.”
He Qingmei said eagerly.
He Sheng had no interest at all and was about to hang up when Fu Hanye, who had woken up at some unknown point, snatched the phone away and cursed fiercely:
“Are you done yet? You’re like flies buzzing around every day. Can’t you see He Sheng doesn’t want to deal with you? Don’t push your luck. Stay away from He Sheng in the future!”
Fu Hanye hung up and threw the phone back into He Sheng’s arms.
“Why do you keep answering her calls? You can’t even talk properly, yet you can’t even hang up? Little mute, don’t be stupid.”
Fu Hanye thought He Sheng had softened, not realizing she had only been trying to find out what the He family was planning.
He Sheng curved her lips and gently shook her head.
She would not be stupid. She was not the original owner, and she had no familial feelings toward the He family.
In fact, once she had the ability, she even wanted to deal with them properly and avenge the original owner.
Not something as childish as sending a clock at a banquet—but something far more ruthless, like making the heavens turn cold and the empire collapse.
Just imagining herself standing on the top floor of Baichuan Group, saying in a very cool, pretentious way: “The weather has turned cold. It’s time for them to go bankrupt.“ already made her a little excited.