Chapter 214: What to Do When Both Ex-girlfriends Are at the Door!

The situation, which had been somewhat manageable, suddenly became unpredictable with Chu Xinran’s arrival.

Fang Zhou turned back in a panic, glancing at Han Xi, who was still calmly eating her noodles. Sensing his gaze, Han Xi lifted her eyes and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Oh no, what now?

Chu Xinran had just cut her wrist and was supposed to be weak in the hospital. How did she get discharged?

What’s going on with Chu Xuan? She couldn’t even watch over a patient, and now she’s here to cause trouble!

If the sensitive and fragile Chu Xinran saw Han Xi in Fang Zhou’s house, especially wearing his clothes, all hell would break loose!

Fang Zhou already imagined how to explain the situation to her.

At the same time, he prepared himself to be left in the wilderness, possibly with wild dogs gnawing at him, thanks to Chu Xuan.

“Someone’s here.”

Fang Zhou quickly walked a few steps, saying in a panic.

His eyes darted around, wondering if he could get Han Xi to hide.

But then he thought, despite how amiable Han Xi seemed now, she wasn’t someone to be trifled with!

This person, with her decisive personality and high self-esteem, would find hiding in a closet worse than being cut with a knife.

“Let them come in. Just open the door.”

Han Xi was remarkably calm, her face unchanging as she elegantly sipped her soup.

It was as if she were vacationing at a scenic spot, basking in a cool sea breeze instead of the stifling summer heat.

Fang Zhou was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what to do.

He had to open the door, but not now, and definitely not let them meet.

His mind raced, and he decided to tell Han Xi the truth.

“Outside is Chu Xinran.”

His voice was calm, but a hint of panic slipped through, which Han Xi picked up on.

“So what? Do you care about her?”

Han Xi wiped her mouth with a napkin, turning her attention from the window to the door.

“She was just hospitalized… Does that mean she gets special treatment?”

Isn’t this just a case of the squeaky wheel getting the grease?

The weaker someone is, the more they’re right?

Why should that be?

If I were hospitalized, would Fang Zhou care this much?

Ha, it’s only the weak who seek sympathy this way.

A trace of disdain flickered in Han Xi’s eyes as she swiftly walked to the door, her hand on the handle, ready to turn it.

Fang Zhou’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly grabbed her hand.

Sister!

You’re not turning the door handle; you’re turning my heart!

His heart was in his throat!

If this door opened now, there’d be a body on this building’s floor in no time!

At that moment, Chu Xinran seemed to hear the door handle turning and excitedly raised her voice.

“Brother Fang Zhou, open up! I brought you breakfast. It’s really good!”

Her pale face flushed with excitement at the thought of seeing her beloved.

Han Xi’s eyelashes fluttered, and her red lips parted to speak.

Fang Zhou quickly covered her mouth with his other hand, whispering, “Don’t open the door, please.”

His hand was warm and broad, his breath clean and inviting, making Han Xi feel an urge to claim him entirely.

She hesitated but then withdrew her hand from the door handle, wrapping her arms around Fang Zhou’s waist.

Mimicking Fang Zhou’s whisper, she said, “Fine, but hold me for a bit.”

Listening to his heartbeat, which was faster than usual, Han Xi’s eyes darkened.

Was his quickened heartbeat for Chu Xinran or for herself?

If Fang Zhou knew what Han Xi was thinking, he’d definitely deny it.

His heart wasn’t racing for anyone but rather out of fear for his life, the thrill of being on the edge of death.

This situation felt like a horror game where the big boss was outside, and he and his teammate were arguing inside!

“Just ten seconds.”

Fang Zhou closed his eyes, resigned.

He silently counted the time, trying to calm Chu Xinran outside.

“Wait a moment. The house is a bit messy. Let me tidy up first.”

Chu Xinran, hearing this, was secretly delighted: He cares so much about me that he doesn’t want me to see his messy house.

This means he still has feelings for me, right?

People only care about their appearance in front of those they care about.

“Then hurry up. My legs are getting tired.”

Chu Xinran’s voice softened, sweet like spring honey, melting hearts.

In stark contrast, Han Xi tightened her hold on Fang Zhou, thinking: So what? I’m the one holding him.

“Time’s up. Go wait in my bedroom.”

“I’ll take her out later, and then you can go to work, okay?”

Fang Zhou’s gentle tone softened Han Xi’s attitude.

Reluctantly, she let go and nodded lightly.

Glancing at the table with two sets of unwashed dishes, she frowned slightly.

How Fang Zhou explained it was his problem.

She hadn’t agreed to help cover her presence.

With a final door closing, Fang Zhou’s heart finally calmed.

Phew, finally sorted.

Adjusting his breathing, he opened the door at Chu Xinran’s next prompt.

“You finally opened the door!”

Chu Xinran exclaimed, rushing into Fang Zhou’s arms.

He quickly steadied her, taking the breakfast she brought.

“Why are you here?”

At least warn me first; I was scared to death…