CHAPTER 255: CHAPTER 255: SO, WE’RE A PERFECT MATCH!

Fu Bing’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.

"My patience has run out. I don’t have the patience to follow your pace anymore."

Qin Jinhai glanced at her, "You’re quite arrogant."

Fu Bing said calmly, "I left a part of my true self with you, which is a very dangerous move."

"Qin Jinhai, I don’t like ambiguity, nor do I like an unclear mix of love and hate."

"Tell me clearly what you want to do. I don’t want to guess, nor do I wish to guess."

Qin Jinhai pursed his lips, "As smart as you are, you must know!"

"I was once so confident in my dealings with you that I took the hardest fall of my life."

Fu Bing looked at him calmly, "In your eyes, you secretly did a lot for me. You had your hardships, your difficulties."

"From my perspective, I was at the most serious, most committed point in our relationship when you betrayed me."

"When the media was at its most vicious against me, you were with my then-friend, completely siding with her, mistrusting me, and setting me up!"

"After I was imprisoned, you disguised yourself as someone else to humiliate and torment me..."

Fu Bing’s throat felt dry.

"That is the past I experienced with you."

Qin Jinhai’s heart had already been pierced into shreds when she was hospitalized.

From her perspective, she was certainly not wrong.

Fu Bing spoke again, "Qin Jinhai, take back your assets. Most of my life has been unpleasant. I hope the man I choose for myself won’t make me feel stifled."

The accounts between them had long been too muddled to settle.

Love and hatred intertwined, flesh and blood pulling at each other.

Pull too hard, and it would become a bloody mess.

Qin Jinhai gently pinched her face, "You are exceptionally cruel to me!"

"You were also swift, fierce, and precise when you stabbed me!" Fu Bing swatted his hand away, glaring at him.

Qin Jinhai withdrew his hand, which had been slapped red, "So, we’re a perfect match!"

Fu Bing didn’t intend to engage with him.

"How long did you tell Aunt Ning, Uncle He, and Xiaomei I’ll be gone?"

"How long you’re trapped here is up to you. We’ll head back whenever you feel comfortable enough."

Fu Bing got up and moved to the spot farthest from him, settling down to look at the scenery.

Qin Jinhai’s lips curled up, revealing a faint smile.

He wanted her just like this!

When angry, be angry!

When displeased, just give him the cold shoulder!

Yet, she usually remained rational and rarely got angry with outsiders.

When she encountered people she didn’t like, especially if others she knew were involved, she’d retreat to the background and let them take the lead.

He was worried she might suppress herself too much.

After all they had gone through, he wasn’t afraid of her hating him.

Her hating him also clearly demonstrated her stance.

In the vast world, she was only like this towards him.

Qin Jinhai looked at her back and went inside to prepare a drink for her.

A short while later, a slightly cool homemade milk tea was placed beside her.

Fu Bing didn’t touch it, instead looking at the distant mountains and floating clouds.

The mountain wind was strong, feeling chilly even with the sun out.

Qin Jinhai draped a shawl over her shoulders, almost by force.

Fu Bing struggled.

Qin Jinhai leaned down.

His warm breath brushed against her delicate ear.

"If you struggle again, I’ll kiss you."

Fu Bing immediately stopped moving.

Instead, she turned her head to glare at him.

Qin Jinhai placed his hand over her eyes, "Continue. I won’t disturb you."

Qin Jinhai withdrew his hand.

His scent grew more distant.

Only when his scent had scattered in the wind did Fu Bing finally let out a sigh of relief.

She knew full well how bewitching he was.

Even when she loathed him most, she often found herself attracted to him, placing herself in a dilemma.

This was especially true now that her hatred for him had somewhat lessened after a series of events.

She didn’t like to have intimate relationships before things were clear between them, as it would impair her judgment.

Qin Jinhai also suppressed the impulses and restlessness within him.

Between him and Fu Bing, a physical relationship was the last thing they needed right now.

It would only make their slightly eased relationship more complicated.

Fu Bing sat for a while, then began to walk slowly along the mountain path.

No flowers or grass had been deliberately planted on either side of the path; everything grew wild.

Fu Bing walked alone, listening to the chirping of birds, her spirits lifting considerably.

When she grew tired, she randomly chose a stone to sit on. She observed the surrounding scenery, no longer thinking about her issues with Qin Jinhai.

Relationships between men and women... it’s just that simple, isn’t it? Finding someone to share future risks with.

Maintain a friendly, cooperative relationship. As long as they find each other agreeable, that should be enough.

Why does there have to be so much love and hate?

But if it were really that simple, why are so many people trapped by love?

Fu Bing crossed her hands behind her head, staring up at the branches, leaves, and white clouds.

The mountain clouds moved quickly, their forms changing almost every ten seconds.

Fu Bing watched, captivated.

Eventually, she unknowingly fell asleep.

When Qin Jinhai found her, she was already covered in many fallen leaves.

The shade of the trees dappled her face and body, looking very peaceful.

Qin Jinhai sat beside her, waiting for her to wake up on her own.

Fu Bing was awakened by the chirping of birds in the trees.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the man beside her.

She didn’t move, her gaze fixed on him.

He still carried that unique sharpness of his. Even sitting quietly, one could distinctly feel he was like a keen sword.

He seemed more mellow than the last time she’d seen him, a change that tempered the overly sharp, aggressive aura he once exuded.

"Seen enough?" Qin Jinhai asked casually, chewing on a blade of grass.

"Enough," Fu Bing answered lazily. "Help me up. I’m all stiff."

Qin Jinhai looked at her, speechless. "With that frail frame of yours, barely any flesh on your bones, you still try to sleep rough like others."

"So, the consequences aren’t great."

Fu Bing hissed, the pain almost making her swear.

Qin Jinhai massaged a few acupoints for her.

The pain and tingling numbness then dissipated.

The two walked back along the mountain path.

As they neared their lodging, Fu Bing asked, "What could be happening in Jiangcheng that would make you stop hiding your tracks and bring me out of the city?"

Qin Jinhai replied, "Would it kill you to play dumb for once?"

"No, but I wouldn’t feel secure."

"Guess."

"Either there’s a major issue with my two platforms, or my background has been exposed. Other than these two things, which could greatly impact me, nothing else would warrant you going to such lengths to take me away."

"Which do you think is more likely?"

"My background. Is my lineage an obstacle to someone?" Fu Bing asked, seemingly unconcerned.

At this point, she could find out who her family was if she just investigated.

She no longer wanted to investigate.

Her mother had once wanted her to look into it, afraid that if she passed away, Fu Bing would be left all alone in the world.

She hadn’t wanted to worry her mother, so she’d taken the matter to heart.

Now that she had Aunt Ning, Uncle He, and Xiaomei, her desire to find her biological relatives had faded.

Those people, with whom she shared no destined bond, had long ceased to be important.