“I Love You Too, Fang Zhou.”

As night fell, the entire sky turned dark, with only a few stars scattered above.

Bright lights illuminated the hotel room, as if trying to chase away all the darkness.

“Come here, let me dry your hair.”

Fang Zhou had already found the hairdryer and was holding it in his hand, looking at Han Xi, who had just come out of the shower.

She was wrapped in a towel, her long, fair legs exposed, standing somewhat dazed at the bathroom door.

“I can do it myself.”

Han Xi blinked, avoiding Fang Zhou’s gaze.

But Fang Zhou, uncharacteristically, walked over, grabbed her hand, and gently pushed her into the soft chair, insisting, “You were scared today. Talking with me will make you feel better.”

When he saw Han Xi in such a disheveled state that afternoon, he was stunned, his heart filled with both anger and anxiety, wishing he could take her place and bear the suffering.

Now that they had finally escaped, he wanted to spend some quality time with Han Xi.

He plugged in the hairdryer, turned it on, and began drying Han Xi’s hair.

The wind blew around her ears, carrying her thoughts far away.

In the afternoon, she should have followed the plan and left first.

But she was moved by Fang Zhou’s heartfelt confession, and in a moment of impulse, she just wanted to stay with him.

And she had to admit, when he held her in his arms, nothing else seemed to matter.

Whether it was love or hate, it didn’t matter.

As long as she could be in Fang Zhou’s arms, talking to him, that was enough.

Fortunately, her assistant arrived with help in time, and the actors played their roles well. Otherwise, that scene would have been hard to wrap up.

The wind suddenly stopped, and when she looked up, she saw Fang Zhou’s affectionate gaze.

“This side is almost done. Turn around so I can do the other side.”

Han Xi obediently turned around, facing the window, where she saw the dark night outside and the reflection of the two of them in the glass.

Fang Zhou was holding the hairdryer, carefully drying her hair from the roots down, his movements gentle, as if afraid of pulling her hair and causing her pain.

His expression was serious and focused, as if he were completing a very important task.

He used to dry her hair like this before.

No matter how late Han Xi came home from work, Fang Zhou would get up to help her remove her makeup and dry her hair.

On the rare occasions when he slept through it, Han Xi wouldn’t have the heart to wake him and would do it herself, only to be met with Fang Zhou’s resentful gaze the next day.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

Han Xi would usually kiss him and say, “You were too tired. I wanted you to sleep a little longer.”

“I’m not tired. I’m strong.”

And then Fang Zhou would prove to Han Xi just how strong he was.

Yes, Fang Zhou had always been like this—patient, meticulous, and a perfectionist.

Anyone who was with him would be happy because he had the ability and passion for life.

After what felt like a long time, Fang Zhou finally stopped, looking at his “work” with satisfaction.

“That should do it. It’s half-dry now; the rest can air dry naturally.”

Han Xi reached up to touch her hair and found that the top half was dry while the bottom half was still slightly damp, just as Fang Zhou preferred when drying hair.

“Thank you.”

She thanked him sincerely, her eyes sparkling with emotions for Fang Zhou.

Suddenly, a hand rested on Han Xi’s shoulder. It was Fang Zhou, sitting beside her, asking softly, “By the way, I haven’t asked you yet—why did you suddenly apologize to me this afternoon?”

After those people ran off, the assistant had rushed in with a group, some chasing after the kidnappers, others checking if they were okay. The scene was chaotic.

Han Xi had nestled in his arms, quietly saying she was sorry. At the time, he hadn’t paid much attention, thinking she was just scared, and had gently patted her back to comfort her.

But now that he thought about it, that probably wasn’t what she meant.

Han Xi paused in her hair-touching motion, looking up at Fang Zhou’s serious expression. For a moment, she really wanted to tell him the truth.

Even when she apologized that afternoon, she had thought, “Maybe I should just confess.”

But that wasn’t the right time to talk, and Fang Zhou didn’t seem to notice anything unusual, so she had suppressed those thoughts.

Now, Fang Zhou was sitting right beside her, holding her shoulder affectionately, his warmth making her previous thoughts vanish.

She couldn’t tell him the truth, or Fang Zhou would definitely be furious.

Her instincts told her that this time, he might leave even more decisively than the last time they broke up.

“Hmm? What’s wrong? Are you still scared? Want me to hold you?”

Seeing Han Xi’s troubled expression, Fang Zhou thought she was recalling the scenes of being beaten, and he couldn’t help but pull her into his arms.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

His comforting voice was soft and soothing, like a gentle violin melody that made it easy to get lost in.

Han Xi clutched Fang Zhou’s sleeve, burying her face in his chest, and murmured, “You told me to leave, but I didn’t. I wasted the opportunity you fought for.”

“It’s my fault.”

Fang Zhou smiled faintly. So that’s what it was.

He slowly tightened his arms around her, holding Han Xi even closer, and whispered in her ear, “It was a bit unexpected.”

“I always thought President Han was clear-headed and rational.”

His teasing made Han Xi blush.

She couldn’t help but lightly punch Fang Zhou, playfully scolding him.

“It’s all because of you.”

Han Xi had long accepted that Fang Zhou was the one she couldn’t escape.

Forget about staying rational—being able to talk to Fang Zhou normally was already an achievement.

If she ever lost her mind, she might lock him away on some remote island, never letting him leave.

Just like her father did to her mother.

At least that way, she could keep him by her side, seeing him whenever she wanted, without having to beg for his attention.

Fang Zhou chuckled softly, his chest vibrating, and Han Xi could easily feel his joy.

“In that case, if I ask for your bank card PIN, will you tell me?”

He gently stroked Han Xi’s back, like petting a cat, slowly moving his hand down.

Han Xi felt a tingling sensation from his touch, as if he were touching her soul, and she couldn’t help but let out a contented sigh, like a feline.

“Of course, if you ask, I’ll tell you.”

After all, she had so many bank cards; he could have whichever one he wanted.

In fact, Han Xi even wanted to tell Fang Zhou that if he married her, she would give him half of her assets.

Her entire being belonged to Fang Zhou, so why would she care about a little money?

Money was just an external possession. Without it, she had nothing.

Her father only cared about the company and the family. Even the people who tried to harm her this time were sent by those with ulterior motives within the family. With his personality, he would probably say something like, “Blood is thicker than water,” or “They didn’t actually hurt you, so just forgive them.”

Just thinking about it made her feel cold.

And her mother was even worse—no career, no love, only mahjong in her eyes.

Han Xi’s gaze darkened, and she couldn’t help but reach out to hug Fang Zhou, clinging to him like a drowning person grasping at a lifeline.

Fang Zhou, you’re all I have.

Han Xi looked up and gently pressed her lips to Fang Zhou’s, whispering to him.

“I love you too, Fang Zhou.”

I’m sorry, but I can only keep this from you. You’ll never know the truth about today.