Four Women Competing for One Man?

In truth, the glares from the three women didn’t faze Han Xi; instead, they served as her rallying cry.

The crowd heard a commotion and saw Han Xi walking off the stage with a microphone, heading straight for Fang Zhou and the others.

The onlookers cheered even louder.

“Wow! Brave girl, chasing love without fear! Good for you!”

“Whoa, going right up to confess. This might end in marriage!”

“Such courage! I admire her!”

Qiao Sisi, Chu Xinran, and Qin Yun all turned to Han Xi, a hint of wariness in their eyes.

This woman, playing the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the warzone behind, had been underestimated.

Han Xi ignored the others’ stares, focusing on Fang Zhou.

“I’m not good with words, and I’m shy about expressing myself, but today, I want to speak my heart to Fang Zhou.”

“During our time in Southeast Asia, I thought we understood each other and would soon reconcile. I was so happy, I finished two weeks’ worth of work in advance.”

“But plans can’t keep up with changes. Everything that followed was beyond my expectations.”

Han Xi’s expression turned somber, her eyes dimming.

She hadn’t expected that the person who could help Fang Zhou wasn’t her, but another woman.

The frustrating part was that she couldn’t intervene, or the consequences might be unbearable for Fang Zhou.

Now that Fang Wenjing’s illness was nearly cured, she no longer needed to endure.

Finally, she looked up at Fang Zhou, firmly declaring, “This time, I don’t want to miss you again, Fang Zhou.”

Her voice echoed through the night, like a musical refrain lingering in people’s hearts.

Fang Zhou was stunned, staring incredulously at the woman in the white dress before him.

Due to her personality, Han Xi rarely wore white.

To her, it was too bright, seemingly diminishing her natural authority.

Yet today, she broke her norm, appearing like an angel descending from the heavens, captivating all.

Her attire was finely tailored, exquisitely made, with every detail shining brilliantly, making it hard to look away.

Moreover, her speech today was vastly different from usual.

Someone typically sparing with words spoke so much at once, with sincerity that made Fang Zhou feel she might bare her heart if he wished.

What desperation had driven Han Xi to this point?

Fang Zhou recalled moments when Han Xi had supported him behind the scenes.

As she said, she wasn’t good with words, often acting without speaking, showing care in her own way.

“Han Xi, you set us up, hoping to reap the benefits?” Qiao Sisi, with her fiery temper, couldn’t hold back any longer.

Already annoyed by Chu Xinran’s interception, Han Xi’s behind-the-scenes role was too much.

Some things needed to be said, or they’d fester inside.

Her eyes bright and sharp, she glared at Han Xi, demanding an explanation.

But who was Han Xi?

Even if Mount Tai collapsed before her, she’d remain unflustered!

How could she be rattled by Qiao Sisi’s questioning?

The crowd saw her calm eyes flicker briefly, like a dragonfly skimming water, before returning to tranquility, as if nothing had happened.

Then she spoke, her words cold and emotionless: “I merely conveyed the message, never inciting or urging you to come here.”

Her voice was soft but clear, like a sharp sword piercing each listener’s heart, chilling them.

Qiao Sisi pondered and realized it was true.

Han Xi had only forwarded the message and said a word, without any incitement.

But how was that different from incitement?

Qiao Sisi hated being used, especially by Fang Zhou’s ex and her rival.

She huffed heavily, turning to Fang Zhou, saying seriously, “She’s not a good person. Don’t believe everything she says.”

Chu Xinran, too, knew she’d been used, but she wasn’t as bothered, merely glancing at Han Xi, admiring her cunning.

No wonder her mother often mentioned Han Xi, saying she’d achieved her position and wealth through intelligence.

Chu Xinran turned to Fang Zhou, wondering: Does he like such women?

Could he wait for her to grow, not stay stagnant?

Her gaze grew more earnest, even Qin Yun sensed it.

Listening to Han Xi and Qiao Sisi’s exchange, Qin Yun chuckled, a hint of mockery in her smile.

“All foxes for a thousand years, why play tricks?”

She gently tugged Fang Zhou’s arm, signaling him to focus.

“Instead of talking, why not hear from the person involved?”

Qin Yun wouldn’t allow herself to lose to anyone.

If obstacles arose, she’d clear them.

At her words, all four women’s gazes fixed on Fang Zhou.

Their eyes intense, each wanting to see through him, to know what choice he’d make.

Behind them, the distant spectators couldn’t hear Qin Yun and the others, only seeing their silence, waiting for the man’s answer.

They began whispering among themselves.

“What’s going on? This guy seems close to those women. He’s holding hands with one, and another confessed!”

“Wow! Is this a three-women-one-man drama? Exciting, love it, want more!”

“Wrong, it’s probably four women for one man. Didn’t you see their looks at him?”

“Thrilling! Young people know how to play! Hahaha!”

The murmurs from behind didn’t distract them.

They all awaited Fang Zhou’s answer.

Fang Zhou felt like he stood at a crossroads, any direction potentially leading to disaster.

Staying put seemed worse, risking obliteration.

His gaze swept over Qiao Sisi, Chu Xinran, Han Xi, and Qin Yun, his heart heavy.

What could he do to break this deadlock?