Chapter 280: Please Enter the Urn

Perhaps it was Han Xi’s unexpectedly rich expressions that made Fang Zhou feel somewhat uneasy.

Could this flirtatious smile, reminiscent of a wealthy playboy teasing a virtuous lady, really appear on Han Xi’s face?

“You…”

Fang Zhou found himself at a loss for words again.

Who would have thought Han Xi had such a kink? Collecting this kind of photos would only capture a static moment, wouldn’t it?

Would it gain value over time?

What surprised Fang Zhou even more was that Han Xi didn’t bring up the previous request. Instead, her current one left Fang Zhou feeling inexplicably lost.

Could it be that he was actually an S?

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to?”

Han Xi straightened her posture, her playful eyes turning a bit disappointed. She spoke in a calm voice, “Alright, I’m not one to force people into things they don’t want to do.”

Her serious expression, as though she hadn’t just made a peculiar request, triggered an inexplicable panic in Fang Zhou, making him blurt out, “No! I’m willing.”

Han Xi turned back joyfully, her eyes sparkling like she had discovered a treasure.

“Really? You’re really willing?”

Fang Zhou wished he could slap himself. Why did he have to have such a big mouth?

Having said it, there was no taking it back.

Besides, he really had nothing else to repay Han Xi with. If she had asked for emotional compensation, given his current state, he probably couldn’t accept it.

Fang Zhou knew perfectly well that Han Xi would likely disdain any false display of affection borne out of gratitude.

She was someone who either didn’t compete or went for the best if she did.

Even if this was part of Han Xi’s grand strategy, Fang Zhou accepted it.

After all… Han Xi had treated him sincerely from beginning to end. Apart from being overly assertive back then, she hadn’t done anything wrong.

Throwing someone into the river with a single blow was indeed unreasonable.

Hearing Fang Zhou’s second confirmation, Han Xi’s eyes lit up like small fireworks in the dark night, blooming cluster by cluster.

“No time like the present. Let’s go take the photos now!”

Han Xi’s action-oriented nature kicked in immediately. She stood up, ready to take Fang Zhou for the photo shoot.

He was left bewildered, still processing everything as she took his hand and led him outside.

It wasn’t until he was seated in her Cayenne and felt the wind blowing in through the window that he realized what was happening.

Was he on a pirate ship? No, it should be a ‘pirate car.’

Could he still get off now?

With the assistant driving up front, Han Xi and Fang Zhou sat in the back. The window was slightly ajar, allowing the summer breeze to ruffle Han Xi’s hair.

Her dark, glossy strands gently brushed against Fang Zhou’s cheek, tickling him.

He reached out to move the hair away, accidentally touching Han Xi’s hand.

Looking up, he saw Han Xi gazing at him with a half-smile, her eyes filled with eager anticipation.

She seemed impatient to get those photos.

Fang Zhou withdrew his hand silently, praying Han Xi wouldn’t go overboard.

She chuckled softly, operating her phone with one hand, seemingly replying to messages.

Fang Zhou was sure she was contacting the photographer, stylist, and props master!

A shiver ran down his spine, and he tried to negotiate.

“Um, can we not go too overboard?”

He still had his dignity. Although he knew Han Xi wouldn’t leak the photos, it would still be embarrassing to have them as permanent mementos.

“Of course, we can.”

Han Xi grinned, her icy demeanor melting away, making her look more like a fresh college graduate.

The assistant driving saw their interaction through the rearview mirror and silently mused: Wow, Miss Han hasn’t smiled like this in a long time. She’s smiled more today than she has in the past week!

However, it wasn’t until the Cayenne stopped at a grand villa on a mountain that Fang Zhou realized things might not be so simple.

If they were at a photography studio, they might be more reserved due to the presence of others.

Now, Han Xi had brought him to her home, making things much more complicated.

Wouldn’t she be free to shoot whatever she wanted (although she already was)?

“Get out.”

Han Xi stood at the gate of her villa’s courtyard, tilting her head to look at the hesitant Fang Zhou, reminding him with a smile.

Since he had come this far, there was no point in resisting. After all, she wasn’t exactly a saint.

Fang Zhou closed his eyes and then reopened them, mentally bracing himself.

A real man can adapt! It’s just a set of photos! With his body, he could handle it!

With this bold and heroic thought, Fang Zhou quickly got out of the car, his movements swift and decisive.

No matter how many times he came here, the craftsmanship of this mansion always amazed Fang Zhou.

The front yard alone spanned several acres, and the grand European-style villa behind it was about three stories high. Combined with the swimming pool, garage, gym, and other facilities, it occupied nearly half of the hilltop.

When he had been with Han Xi, they lived here.

Back then, having just graduated from university, he had never seen such grandeur.

Moving in, he had often felt like a young man attaching himself to a wealthy woman to avoid thirty years of struggle.

Of course, Han Xi was considerate, never displaying any behavior or words that suggested, “You’re not good enough for me” during their relationship.

The only thing that had made him uncomfortable was her assertiveness.

Recalling the past, Fang Zhou’s mood soured, and his expression fell.

Could two people with different life views really come together again?

Fang Zhou didn’t dare to think about it or want to.

At least for now, the responsibilities on his shoulders left him no room to think.

Today was just about taking photos! Why overthink it!

After this internal pep talk, Fang Zhou felt much more at ease and refreshed.

Han Xi observed his expressions throughout, noting every change.

She suppressed her excitement, telling herself: No rush, take it slow.

This place was filled with their beautiful memories, perfect for leveraging.

As long as Fang Zhou hadn’t lost his memory, reminiscing was inevitable. With her pushing a bit from the side, wouldn’t he fall for her again?

The typically aloof female CEO returned to her estate with a smile.

At that moment, she resembled a queen, brimming with confidence and commanding presence.

Indeed, the ancients were wise, for this strategy was aptly named “Please Enter the Urn.”