Chapter 177: He’s Too Tired, Hurt His Waist

Han Xi’s offer was indeed tempting.

Unfortunately, Fang Zhou was no longer the same as he once was.

He stepped back a bit, ultimately choosing to refuse.

“I don’t need it, but thank you for your kindness.”

Han Xi sneered inwardly, thinking: You’re quite polite, aren’t you?

However, she knew that this was an offer Fang Zhou would never accept.

Despite his usual good temper and easygoing demeanor, he had a clear sense of what he could and couldn’t do.

Han Xi suppressed her disappointment, put away her phone, and placed both hands on either side of him, trapping him with a standard kabedon.

“It’s alright. This offer stands indefinitely. Whenever you want, you can come find me.”

Life is full of various difficulties, most of which can be solved with money.

One day, Fang Zhou would come to her.

Han Xi was just waiting.

Fang Zhou felt Han Xi’s proximity, frowning slightly as he subtly suggested, “Thank you for visiting me, but you must be very busy.”

In essence, he was indirectly asking her to leave.

He felt that today, Han Xi was acting a bit strange, her words and actions surpassing the limits of the Han Xi he once knew.

Perhaps she was under some sort of stress, and it would be best for her to leave.

Han Xi, of course, understood his meaning, but it didn’t stop her from pretending not to.

“Not busy. I cleared my schedule for today.” Specifically to take care of you.

She didn’t say the latter half out loud, silently adding it in her mind.

She was never good at expressing her feelings, only implementing her plans through actions.

Han Xi remembered that Fang Zhou didn’t seem to have friends or relatives in the capital and now, with his eyes not seeing, he needed someone.

The moment she said this, Fang Zhou knew she wasn’t planning to leave.

When Han Xi wanted to do something, others generally couldn’t stop her.

He decided to keep quiet; any more words would be ungrateful.

“Fang Zhou, I have a question for you.”

Han Xi’s cool voice sounded close to his ear, so close that he could almost feel her fragrance.

“Yes, go ahead.”

“The night before we left the mountains, where did you go after you drank?”

Why didn’t she see Fang Zhou when she woke up?

Did he wake up and leave by himself, or did someone take him away?

This question had been stuck in Han Xi’s mind for days, like a thorn in her throat that wouldn’t go away until it was addressed.

Taking advantage of the privacy today, she needed to know where Fang Zhou had gone.

Fang Zhou stood frozen, not expecting Han Xi to ask this question.

That night, the only ones who knew he had been to the villa were Qin Yun, Qiao Sisi, and Zhang Zihang.

These people weren’t gossips, so how did Han Xi know to ask this?

He opened his mouth, about to answer.

“I was…”

Suddenly, a sweet, playful voice interrupted, laced with provocation and laughter.

“He was with me.”

Fang Zhou couldn’t understand, finding the voice familiar but strange due to something obstructing it.

Han Xi withdrew her hands and turned to see a woman in a black sun-protective jacket, wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a hat entering the ward.

The woman had a good figure, long legs partially hidden by wide-legged pants—a beautiful sight.

Han Xi squinted slightly, recognizing her.

“Qiao Sisi.”

The woman removed her sunglasses and hat, her hair fluttering in the air. Her pink hair had faded to a golden-brown, making her even more dazzling in the bright summer sun.

Qiao Sisi beamed, radiating energy and looking as if she were in high spirits.

“He was with me. If you have any questions, you can ask me.”

Her words were straightforward and clear, filled with blatant possessiveness, like a declaration of war to Han Xi.

Qiao Sisi walked further in, her eyes glancing at Fang Zhou, as if urging him to cooperate.

However, unable to see, Fang Zhou couldn’t catch her signals.

He opened his mouth to refute, but upon reflection, she wasn’t wrong.

After waking up, he had returned to school with them and chatted with Qiao Sisi in the car.

Unable to argue, it was the truth.

Han Xi fell silent, noticing Fang Zhou’s lack of rebuttal, and felt a chill in her heart.

“You spent the night together?”

Her eyes were cold, her question more direct.

“No, don’t spread rumors.”

Fang Zhou quickly denied it, knowing such claims could get him torn apart by Qiao Sisi’s fans.

Qiao Sisi, unbothered by Fang Zhou’s denial, leisurely sat down, choosing the other side of Fang Zhou’s bed, opposite Han Xi.

She calmly said, “We didn’t spend the night. We just had a pleasant time in the car.”

Her words were full of implications, and any adult could infer what she meant.

Fang Zhou’s eyes widened in horror.

Hey, hey, big sister, you can’t just say things like that!

“We… ah!”

Just as he was about to explain, a sharp pain shot through his waist, turning his words into a cry of agony.

Qiao Sisi had reached under the blanket, pinching his waist hard to stop him from speaking.

“What’s wrong?”

Han Xi frowned slightly, concern showing in her eyes. She thought Fang Zhou’s injury was acting up, causing him pain.

Otherwise, why would he look so pained?

Qiao Sisi withdrew her hand, smiling as she explained, “Maybe he was too tired that night and hurt his waist.”

“Being swept away by water only made it worse.”

Her suggestive words and ambiguous smile made it impossible for Han Xi not to misinterpret.

Her mind automatically filled in the scenes.

A dark, windy night, a shaking vehicle, heavy breaths mingling with the sound of cicadas…

Han Xi’s face turned cold, her gaze towards Qiao Sisi hostile.

So it was her who took Fang Zhou from the villa.

And Fang Zhou had some indescribable interaction with her.

“It was you.”

Her words were icy, capable of freezing someone solid.

She had long known many women had designs on Fang Zhou, but she hadn’t expected Qiao Sisi to act first.

The atmosphere in the ward grew tense, and even the birds outside seemed scared, flying to another branch.

Fang Zhou, feeling the tension, broke the silence, “Han Xi, it’s not what you think…”