While Fu Qian and I were chatting and laughing, I suddenly felt a chill, like someone's gaze was boring into me. Turning around, I saw Han Sheng standing there, his expression shadowed with that unmistakable bombastic side-eye. The sight gave me a jolt, and I quickly turned back, muttering under my breath, "Oh my god, he's weird!" I tried to brush it off, unsure of what to do.
But before I could fully collect myself, Han Sheng began striding toward us, his steps quick and heavy with anger and jealousy. When he reached us, he stopped abruptly and asked, his voice taut, "What's your relationship?"
Fu Qian, ever the dramatic, immediately stepped in front of me, holding my hand and gently pushing me back like he was shielding me. "Mr. Han," Fu Qian said with a cool smile, "Can't you see that yourself?"
Han Sheng's jaw clenched, his eyes flicking between us. "Su Yan don't tell me you want a divorce so badly just for him. You love him, don't you? You want to marry him after the divorce, don't you?" he accused, his voice rising.
Before I could process his words, Fu Qian and I both blurted out at the same time, "Him—?" "Her—?" The unison startled us, and we exchanged wide-eyed looks before bursting into laughter. I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle it, but the damage was done.
Fu Qian, clearly enjoying this far too much, turned back to Han Sheng with a sly grin. "What if it is?" he teased. "Su Yan is a wonderful girl. Of course, I love her. She deserves someone better."
I shot him a sharp look, my cheeks burning as I tried to hide my smile. Unable to stop myself, I pinched his arm lightly, signalling him to quit playing around.
Han Sheng's face darkened further as his jealousy became palpable. His eyes burned with an intensity that made the air feel heavier, and I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves.
Suddenly, Han Sheng grabbed my hands and pulled me closer to him. So close that I could feel the warmth of his breath. His eyes—they were different, unreadable, carrying something intense I couldn't decode. For a moment, I froze, completely stunned. My mind raced, but my body wouldn't respond.
Then reality hit me, and I tried to push him away. But his grip was firm, unwavering, holding me in place. Frustrated, I struggled to pull free, but he leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't move. Grandpa is watching us." His voice was calm yet commanding, making me stop in my tracks.
Panicked, I glanced over my shoulder, and sure enough, Grandpa was there, watching us with a warm, approving smile.
Before I could figure out what to do, Han Sheng raised his hand and gently brushed the stray hair off my face, his touch soft but deliberate. His fingers lingered for a moment too long, sending an electric jolt through me. I wanted to step back, to escape this overwhelming situation, but I couldn't.
Grandpa's eyes were on us, and I felt trapped between his gaze and Han Sheng's unrelenting presence. I didn't know what to do—stay and endure or risk making a scene. Every second felt like an eternity.
Then Han Sheng's hand slid to the back of my neck, his fingers grazing my skin as he pulled me even closer. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a terrifying second, I thought he was about to kiss me. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Fu Qian covering his face with his hands, but one eye peeked through the gaps, watching the scene unfold with both amusement and disbelief. That was the last straw.
I couldn't take it anymore. Gathering all my strength, I shoved Han Sheng away, my face flushed with anger and embarrassment. "Shameless!" I snapped, stepping back to create as much distance as I could between us. My chest heaved, and my gaze darted between him and Grandpa.
As the music began for the party dance, Han sheng and I were, of course, expected to take the floor as husband and wife. I plastered on a polite smile, hiding my irritation as we swayed in sync. But then, I "accidentally" stamped on his foot.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't know!" I gasped, feigning innocence. In reality, I knew exactly what I was doing.
Han Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, clearly aware of my little act. "Earlier, I—" he started, but I cut him off, keeping my expression as nonchalant as possible.
"When are we getting divorced?" I asked sharply, leaning in so only he could hear me. "Let's leave right after the party and go straight to the civil affairs bureau. No point in dragging this out."
Han sheng's smirk was maddening. "Oh, didn't I mention? Earlier, because of what you did, Grandpa has a doubt about us. Divorce? Just in your dreams," he said smugly.
I froze for a moment, stunned. "What?" I hissed, but he just kept smirking. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I stomped on his foot again—harder this time.
"Ack!" he yelped, hopping slightly in place as he grabbed his foot. His reaction was exaggerated that I couldn't help but smirk.
Still, I decided I had enough. I turned and strode over to grandfather, putting on my best worn-out expression. "Grandfather, I'm not feeling well. I think I need to head home!".
Without waiting for his response, I made my exit, leaving the party and Han Sheng with a dominant toss of my head.