Chapter 213: You’re Not Calling the Door, You’re Calling My Death!

The two sat on opposite sides of the table, eating breakfast in a scene that was both peaceful and beautiful.

Han Xi picked up a bite of noodles with her chopsticks, savoring the taste.

Her taste buds were awakened, and her stomach, empty from the night, clamored for food.

The flavor was just right, neither too salty nor too bland.

If she paid close attention, she could even detect a hint of vinegar lingering on her tongue.

“You still like to add vinegar.”

Han Xi commented, looking at Fang Zhou as she finished her bite.

This was his personal habit.

When cooking noodles, he always added vinegar. If there was none, he would rather not eat.

Just like people from Hunan or Sichuan who couldn’t go without spice, Fang Zhou couldn’t enjoy his day without vinegar in his noodles.

Even though he wasn’t from Shanxi, he had a unique love for the taste of vinegar.

Back then, Han Xi had even argued with Fang Zhou over this.

She had gone to the trouble of cooking a meal for him, only for Fang Zhou to stop halfway, refusing to eat the rest.

When he went to look for the vinegar, he found she had thrown it all away.

She had said, “I wanted to add a bit of every seasoning, but the vinegar smelled too strong, so I got rid of it.”

Fang Zhou had been both amused and frustrated, saying, “You don’t have to use it, but why throw it away?”

Han Xi hadn’t thought much of it. Anything she found unpleasant had to disappear.

After they broke up, Han Xi often missed the noodles Fang Zhou cooked.

So she started adding vinegar to her noodles as well.

This habit had stuck with her, though Fang Zhou was unaware.

“Oh, right. You don’t really like vinegar. Should I make you another bowl?”

He stood up, a bit regretful, thinking of making her another bowl of noodles.

Oh no, his brain must be shot. How could he forget?

Luckily, Han Xi wasn’t the sensitive type.

If it were anyone else, like Chu Xinran, she might have teared up, saying, “I knew you didn’t care about me.”

“No need. I can eat this.”

To his surprise, Han Xi didn’t ask for another bowl but quietly continued eating her noodles, not making any fuss.

Seeing this, Fang Zhou sat back down.

He took a bite of his fried egg, chewing thoughtfully, wondering how to address the situation with Han Xi.

Should he say it wasn’t intentional, that he was just drunk and couldn’t control his actions, and hope she wouldn’t mind?

What a lousy excuse.

But it was the truth.

Yet saying it out loud made it sound insincere.

In the end, Fang Zhou decided to apologize sincerely.

Clearing his throat, he began, “Ahem, about last night…”

“It was an accident; I know.”

Before he could finish, Han Xi interrupted him.

The woman across from him put down her chopsticks, maintaining eye contact while speaking.

This was a habit from the Han family: no talking while eating or sleeping, and if you must talk at the table, put down your chopsticks and speak face-to-face.

After her shower, Han Xi had regained her composed demeanor, as if the lazy woman in bed earlier wasn’t her.

Her words were concise and to the point.

“I won’t ask for compensation or use this to threaten you.”

Fang Zhou was taken aback. Was Han Xi really so understanding?

But then, she was a big-picture person, always thinking ahead.

His lips moved as he apologized, “Regardless, it was my fault. If you want to hit or scold me, that’s fine.”

This was all he could offer. Han Xi lacked nothing, and maybe letting her slap him would be satisfying.

But Han Xi didn’t have a habit of hitting people.

As for her sharp tongue, it only appeared at the right moment.

Seeing his sincere expression, Han Xi’s eyes flickered as an idea formed in her mind.

“If that’s the case, just give me one thing.”

Fang Zhou was puzzled, “What thing?”

What could Han Xi possibly need?

More importantly, what could he have that she wanted? It seemed impossible.

Her answer came quickly.

“The spare key to this apartment.”

He actually had that!

Fang Zhou didn’t understand, so he asked directly.

“Why do you need my spare key?”

To her, this apartment was small and inconvenient, something she wouldn’t even consider.

Han Xi tapped her fingers on the table, giving herself an excuse.

“I have a branch office nearby. Sometimes I inspect it and thought it would be convenient to have a place to stay.”

“You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

Her eyelashes were long, not curled like most beauties, but straight, like little fans.

This gave Han Xi a somewhat cold and detached look.

Fang Zhou’s gaze wandered as he processed her explanation.

There was a branch office nearby, and it might be far to drive back after a long day.

“Don’t you have a driver?”

Fang Zhou suddenly thought of an important detail and asked directly.

Han Xi chuckled coldly, not answering his question directly.

“Just tell me if you’ll give it or not.”

If you don’t give it to me, I have other ways to get it. But then, Fang Zhou would be shocked rather than surprised.

This was obviously just an excuse, practically spelled out by Han Xi.

Fang Zhou pondered for a moment, then decided to give it.

After all, he only stayed here during his livestreams, often going to his sister’s place.

Even if she wanted to do something, it wouldn’t cause much trouble.

Once Fang Zhou agreed, Han Xi’s attitude softened, and she resumed eating her noodles.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

They exchanged surprised looks.

Who could it be at this hour?

Fang Zhou was puzzled. Was it Aunt Wei? Or Li Siming?

He slipped on his slippers and cautiously approached the peephole, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Chu Xinran outside.

Oh my god! Why is she here?

“Damn!”

His outburst reached Chu Xinran’s ears.

With a pale face, she said, “Brother Fang Zhou, open the door. I know you’re in there.”

Her usually sweet voice now sounded like a death knell.

You’re not calling for the door; you’re calling for my doom!