“Um… actually, Han Chen and I aren’t that close,” Feng Guang quickly denied. “Gu Lan only said that because he misunderstood!”
Han Chen chuckled. “Oh? Is that so?”
“Of course it’s true!” she insisted, then hurried to explain everything that had happened afterward.
The moment Gu Lan claimed that she and Han Chen were together, the hall went dead silent.
Mu Jin stared blankly at Han Chen, stunned. “President… is what Gu Lan said true?”
“Well…”
The teasing lilt in Han Chen’s voice made Feng Guang panic. She cut in before he could continue. “Of course it’s false!”
Han Chen sighed with mock regret. “Since Miss Xia says it’s false, then I suppose it must be false.”
No way—that sounded even more suspicious!
Feng Guang glared at him furiously, itching to slap him, but she knew she couldn’t win in a fight, so she swallowed her anger.
Gu Lan let out a cold laugh. “I saw it with my own eyes. You two were that intimate—don’t tell me I imagined it?”
“Intimate?” Feng Guang sneered. “Gu Lan, could you be more specific? That time I was about to fall, and Han Chen just grabbed my hand to steady me.”
“Oh, so he only grabbed your hand because you were falling? Do you take me for a three-year-old?”
She blinked innocently. “Oh? And what about you? Every time you get worked up, you grab people by the wrist when you talk. What’s that supposed to mean? Is it your way of showing off your big, bad Gu family young master aura?”
If anyone was obsessed with grabbing girls by the wrist to make himself look cool and domineering, it was absolutely Gu Lan.
For a moment, his expression stiffened—because he knew she was right. He did have that bad habit, though he had no idea why he did it.
Of course, he couldn’t know. It was just his built-in script as a cliché romance male lead—an “evil, cool, overbearing” signature move.
“Now that I think about it,” Feng Guang went on, smirking, “ever since our engagement, every time you get emotional, you grab my hand. So by your logic… doesn’t that mean you and I must have something going on too?”
“Xia Feng Guang, stop spouting nonsense!” Gu Lan snapped. “Our engagement was arranged by my parents. I never accepted it!”
“But you’ve never publicly refused it either, have you?”
“That’s because I hadn’t met—”
She cut him off. “Because you hadn’t met someone you liked yet, right? So you just casually got engaged to some girl. Then, when you do meet someone you like, you can just break it off. And if you don’t meet anyone, you’ll just keep your fiancée around like it’s no big deal. That’s your logic, isn’t it, Gu Lan?”
Gu Lan was left speechless.
Han Chen spoke lazily, “For the sake of someone he likes, Gu Lan is even willing to break off an engagement. Truly, what a responsible, honorable man.”
Gu Lan’s face turned an ugly shade of green. As if he couldn’t hear the sarcasm dripping from that.
Feng Guang chuckled. “Exactly. You’re too good for me, Young Master Gu. I’d only drag you down. That’s why I agreed when you suggested breaking off our engagement. But…” She tilted her head with a bright smile. “You’ll have to explain everything to the elders yourself. After all, if you had the guts to declare in front of everyone here that you’d break it off, I’m sure you won’t disappoint Miss Mu Jin by going back on your word, right?”
In other words, if Gu Lan failed to break off the engagement, it would only prove he didn’t have the balls.