Chapter 278: Han Xi’s Revelation

Su Yang watched Fang Zhou’s retreating figure, utterly perplexed.

“Where is he going?”

Li Siming scratched his head, pondering. Could Fang Zhou have taken his joke seriously and gone to confirm whether the boss was really his ex-girlfriend?

“Hmm, I’m not sure either. Let’s ask him over dinner. We should leave now.”

Better to leave quickly. What if he wasn’t right?

Then Fang Zhou might come back to settle the score with him.

Good brothers get stabbed for the boss.

Su Yang simply replied, “Okay,” and followed Li Siming out of the venue with the team members.

Meanwhile, Fang Zhou, who had turned back, appeared calm on the surface but was anxious inside.

From the moment he entered the room and heard the woman speak, he had a strong premonition.

He should know her.

Her voice sounded somewhat like Han Xi’s but not quite the same.

Therefore, Fang Zhou wasn’t sure.

But after Li Siming’s joke, his doubts increased.

If there’s a question, get an answer.

If it wasn’t Han Xi, fine. But if it was her, then he owed her a lot.

With these complex thoughts, Fang Zhou returned to the place he had just been. The problem was, he forgot which room it was!

Earlier, Li Siming had led the way, and Fang Zhou hadn’t paid attention to the room number. To make matters worse, all the rooms looked exactly the same!

Fang Zhou only remembered a general location, but there were two rooms there!

Which door should he open? He heard that all the people inside were big bosses. It wouldn’t be good to interrupt if they were doing something important, right?

But if he didn’t confirm whether the financier was Han Xi today, Fang Zhou felt he wouldn’t be able to sleep.

He made up his mind to try both doors!

He decided to try the left one first!

*Knock, knock!*

Just as Fang Zhou knocked on the left room’s door and was about to enter, the door on his right opened.

Someone came out, and they made eye contact.

A fair face, delicate cherry lips, a professional demeanor, a tall figure, and a strong presence.

Who else could it be but Han Xi?

Fang Zhou was greatly surprised. After the shock, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, followed by complexity.

Seeing Fang Zhou, the usually unflappable Han Xi showed a moment of panic, and her hand beside her slightly trembled.

Why did he suddenly come back? A double-check?

Behind Han Xi stood her assistant. Upon seeing Fang Zhou, the assistant’s expression also visibly tensed up.

This guy really does things quietly!

Seeing the assistant, Fang Zhou understood everything.

The woman behind the screen was Han Xi.

She didn’t reveal herself because of him.

Fang Zhou’s eyes flickered as he stared at Han Xi, saying nothing, seemingly trying to see through her.

Han Xi didn’t say anything either. Her initial panic quickly disappeared, replaced by composure.

After all, he would find out eventually. It was just sooner than she had expected.

If anything, she could only blame herself for being impatient, choosing this moment to interact with them, which aroused Fang Zhou’s suspicion.

The two faced each other, starting a silent confrontation.

The previously ordinary hallway was now filled with unseen tension, and the atmosphere grew increasingly strained.

“Why did you come back?”

Neither boss nor Fang Zhou spoke first, so the assistant took the initiative, staring at Fang Zhou and asking.

Han Xi had several assistants, and the ones who appeared before Fang Zhou were usually different faces. Those who knew about the past between the president and Fang Zhou were only one or two.

The assistant today was unaware; he only felt that the relationship between the president and this man seemed a bit peculiar.

Fang Zhou smiled lightly and finally shifted his gaze from Han Xi to her assistant.

“I forgot something and came back to find it.”

The assistant realized, opening the door fully and making way for him.

“Oh, I see. Go ahead and look! But I didn’t notice anything left behind. You might need to search carefully.”

Fang Zhou nodded lightly, walked past Han Xi and the assistant, and indeed went inside.

“Okay, I’ll look for it myself.”

“What did you lose? Do you need help searching?”

The assistant, being enthusiastic, really believed Fang Zhou had lost something and rolled up his sleeves to help.

“No need, what I lost can only be found by myself.”

Without turning back, Fang Zhou went behind the screen.

Han Xi blinked, raised her hand, and gestured for the assistant to leave first.

“Go start the car and wait for me.”

“Alright.”

The assistant finally realized that the president had something to say and quickly left.

“Surprised?”

Han Xi closed the door, sat back on the sofa, and gently tapped the table, starting the conversation.

Fang Zhou let out a deep breath, walked out from behind the screen, and looked at Han Xi with a complex expression.

“I didn’t expect it to be you.”

He had thought his studio had really struck it lucky, being invested in by some blind financier.

It turned out to be Han Xi’s goodwill.

It wasn’t disappointing, more like surprising and touching.

Han Xi was willing to invest so much money in an unknown studio, if not for his sake, then for what?

It couldn’t be because of the team’s potential, could it?

Fang Zhou wanted to deceive himself, saying it had nothing to do with him and was all about their skills.

But doing so would only undermine Han Xi’s sincerity.

“Sit.”

Han Xi pointed to the spot beside her, indicating for Fang Zhou to sit and talk.

She didn’t like looking up at people to communicate; it gave her a sense of passivity. She liked to have everything under her control.

Fang Zhou knew that if they didn’t clear things up today, he wouldn’t be able to leave.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

His expression was very complex, filled with emotions as he looked at Han Xi—touched and confused.

Han Xi’s cool profile was as beautiful as when he first saw her, white and pretty, like a ray of moonlight that had secretly fallen to the earth, hard not to be moved by.