nashuaworldcup Chapter 516 How did you end up here!
Chapter 516 How did you end up here!
The Han family's mining area consists of three large raw stone mines. Over the years, Han Shuo has replaced two-thirds of the people working there with his own.
Before leaving, he had considered that Han Xi might take some action while he was away.
He had settled several of his trusted confidants.
However, Han Xi's sudden visit, made with minimal entourage, caught Han Shuo's confidants somewhat off guard.
The calmer things seemed, the more uneasy those loyal to Han Shuo became. Amidst the clinking of glasses, their eyes exchanged glances, silently conveying their vigilance.
Just then, the cell phone on the table suddenly vibrated, its buzzing particularly jarring in the dead silence.
Everyone froze. The mutton roll that Deputy Mine Manager Zhang had just picked up was hanging in mid-air, and the safety director's hand holding the wine glass tightened suddenly, his knuckles turning white.
More than thirty pairs of eyes shone on Han Xi like searchlights, and the wariness that was originally hidden in his eyes was now nakedly exposed under the light.
Han Xi, however, seemed oblivious to the stagnation in the scene.
He glanced at the name on his phone screen, and a faint smile suddenly appeared on his lips. The smile was like a spring breeze brushing across a frozen lake, instantly melting away the coldness between his brows.
When he picked up his phone, his fingertips carried an almost imperceptible gentleness, and the way he typed with his eyes down showed a rare sense of relaxation.
Now everyone at the table was looking at each other in bewilderment.
Deputy Mine Manager Zhang exchanged a glance with the chief engineer beside him, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.
This doesn't look like someone handling any urgent official business.
When he saw Han Xi reply to the message, his eyes softened with an undisguised tenderness, even a hint of indulgent smile. Deputy Mine Manager Zhang quietly loosened his clenched fist, and the Safety Director finally brought his wine glass to his lips, took a sip, and his tense shoulders relaxed slightly.
It turns out he was chatting with a woman.
The thought flashed through their minds simultaneously, and their tense nerves inexplicably relaxed a little.
If it involves matters of the heart, then perhaps this young master's trip really is just a visit.
At least for now, we don't have to completely break off relations.
lounge.
The moment her phone vibrated, Fang Li jerked her fingertips up as if she had been burned.
The moment Han Xi's name appeared on the screen, she could even hear a sigh of relief in her chest.
Her previously tense shoulders slowly relaxed as she curled up in the velvet sofa, her fingertips tracing the cold glass screen as she looked at the message the man had sent.
"I'm eating. What about you?"
Fang Li was surprised that Han Xi would actually reply to her message, and her tense heart suddenly relaxed a lot.
Does the fact that he can reply to messages mean that he is safe and not in any danger?
Those five short words acted like a calming injection, finally putting Fang Li's mind, which had been in suspense for days, back on track.
"I just arrived at the lounge. I'll go back with Grandpa after this is over."
Her fingertips danced across the keyboard as she recounted the amusing incidents from the Han family's annual meeting as if sharing a secret.
She mentioned Sheng Qianrui's sudden appearance in Haicheng, but didn't mention that Song Yuchen had also come.
In the restaurant in the Mamba mining area, Han Xi looked at the "typing" prompt on the screen, the smile on his lips warmer than the whiskey in his glass.
The people around the table exchanged subtle glances, and seeing his expression, their previously tense nerves relaxed a little.
Just as Deputy Mine Manager Zhang was about to say something, he saw Han Xi pause, staring at the newly popped-up message, his eyes softening even more.
"What is she here for?"
His reply was concise, but the force with which he tapped his fingers was much lighter than when he dealt with those probing questions.
Fang Li looked at those words and suddenly smiled.
He's always like that; even from a thousand miles away, he can accurately grasp the subtext in her words.
She quickly replied, "I don't know, but it's nothing, it just feels sudden."
After thinking for a moment, she added, "Haicheng is, after all, my home. She, an outsider, can't cause any trouble..."
She paused, realizing that saying such things would only cause him unnecessary worry.
Fang Li paused for a moment, then changed the subject, asking, "There's only one day left until the New Year. When are you coming back?"
The moment she pressed the send button, she instinctively bit her lower lip.
In the mine's canteen, Han Xi stared at the timid question on the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
The people across the table were still exchanging pleasantries, but he suddenly raised his hand to signal a pause, his fingers flying across the screen: "Try to get back as soon as possible to keep you company on New Year's Eve."
"it is good."
Fang Li replied quickly, her joy evident.
She stared at the chat box, her fingertip hovering over the input field, wanting to say "I'm waiting for you," but then felt it was too cheesy. As she deleted and edited, the "typing" indicator at the top of the screen lit up and then dimmed, dimmed and then lit up again.
On Mamba's side, Han Xi rested his chin on his hand, his gaze fixed on the line of prompts, the smile in his eyes like melting spring water.
Seeing his demeanor, the people at the table became even more certain that he was chatting with his sweetheart. Even Deputy Mine Manager Zhang picked up his wine glass and began to chat and laugh quietly with the person next to him, which eased the tense atmosphere in the restaurant somewhat.
But this easing didn't last long.
Three minutes passed, and the "typing" line remained stubbornly stuck there, with no message arriving.
Han Xi's brow furrowed deeper, his previously gentle jawline tightened, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the edge of his phone, his knuckles turning white.
"Young Master, what's wrong...?"
Someone had just opened their mouth with a smile when Han Xi's cold gaze swept back before they could finish speaking.
Meanwhile, in the Haicheng lounge at that time.
Fang Li was debating whether to send an emoji instead of text when the heavy pear wood door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
The creaking of the hinges as they turned was particularly jarring in the quiet room, startling her so much that she looked up abruptly.
Backlit, a man wearing a black baseball cap stood at the doorway, the brim pulled low, obscuring most of his face.
Fang Li sat up straight instantly, secretly hiding her phone under the sofa cushion behind her, her fingertips icy cold.
"Who?!"
Her voice, filled with wariness, echoed through the empty room.
The man didn't speak, but walked towards her step by step.
The carpet absorbed all footsteps, and he approached like a ghost, stopping only three steps away from the sofa before slowly raising his head.
The moment Fang Li saw that face clearly, she gasped.
Song Yuchen!
He looked like he hadn't slept for days; the dark circles under his eyes were as heavy as if he had been punched, and the stubble on his chin was thick and messy, completely ruining his usual clean and neat appearance.
Especially his eyes, bloodshot and like a wild beast trapped in a cage, revealing a crazy obsession.
"How will you be here!"
Fang Li's voice turned cold, and she leaned back slightly, creating some distance between them.
"I don't think there's any need for us to meet anymore. Isn't it inappropriate for you to be here?"
Song Yuchen suddenly chuckled softly, his laughter as hoarse as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper.
"Now that things have come to this, you're even disgusted by the thought of seeing me?"