Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 109 - Deduct 109

Chapter 109: Deduct 109

Chapter 109: Deduct 109

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The lamplight shone on He Xing, but he hung his head low, his face veiled in shadow as if he had fallen into hell itself.

Fu Han felt as if her whole body had fallen apart as she struggled to sit up and tried to put her clothes back on, but her clothes had been torn to shreds by He Xing. She could only manage to cover the essential parts.

He Xing’s gaze swept over Fu Han, he said nothing and restarted the car.

After an indeterminate time, the car stopped again. He Xing opened the door and stepped out directly, ignoring Fu Han.

She looked around; they were beside the mall. She tried to seize the opportunity to get out of the car, but to her surprise, He Xing had locked the doors.

Fu Han, enraged, punched the car door hard twice: “Damn He Xing, you’re so annoying.”

A dozen minutes later, He Xing pulled the car door open again. He tossed a large bag to Fu Han, then closed the door. He didn’t get back into the car himself.

Fu Han opened the bag and saw that it contained clothes – underwear, sweaters, jeans, even a down jacket.

She looked out of the car window. He Xing was standing by the roadside with his back to her. The lamplight shone on him, stretching his shadow long. It reached her, as if she rested in He Xing’s arms.

The heavy snow settled on He Xing’s shoulders and on his hair, as though he felt nothing, motionless.

How to put it? Even though Fu Han was seething with rage at He Xing in that moment, the scene before her still deeply etched itself into her mind – a glance for a thousand years is indeed so.

Having changed into clothes, Fu Han felt much more comfortable. Not as cold, no longer so embarrassed.

She opened the car door and stepped out, addressing He Xing’s back, “Let’s call today’s incident mutual retribution. I’m leaving. You… do as you wish.”

He Xing suddenly turned to look at her, his voice icy cold, “If you don’t want what just happened to recur, then obediently get back in the car.”

Years of being together told Fu Han that He Xing meant every word. Clenching her teeth, she silently got back into the car.

The Lamborghini reignited, moving through the heavy snow, crushing down the snowflakes on the ground into dirty slush.

The entire way, not a word passed between them. Fu Han remained silent because there was nothing to say. Her forgiveness was not won by a set of clothes, particularly when her original outfit had been torn by He Xing.

Yet, could she be sitting in the same car with anyone else after such a thing? The answer was no.

That was the source of Fu Han’s greatest anger. She was furious with herself. How could she not hate He Xing, even now?

Fu Han worried He Xing might take her back to Lanwan, but as Huating No.1 came into view, a strange feeling began to rise within her.

After parking the car downstairs, they both disembarked and Fu Han walked towards the entrance without looking back. He Xing hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, “Fu Han, do you really detest being with me that much?”

“Yes!” Fu Han didn’t know where she found the strength, but she shook off He Xing’s hand and glared back at him: “How many times must I tell you? Keep away from me. You and I have nothing to do with each other anymore.”

The last hint of light vanished from He Xing’s eyes, and he stood at the base of the steps, looking up at Fu Han with a mix of despair and hope, like a man in hell longing for heaven.

If Fu Han’s anger was a balloon, then He Xing’s look was a knife, slicing it open and letting her fury spill out uncontrollably, instead of gathering.

Irritated, she stamped her foot, impatiently saying, “If… if you promise not to disrespect me again, we can be friends, just ordinary friends.”

He Xing smiled, a desolate expression amidst the snow, tinged with sadness, “Ordinary friends? When did we come to this? Becoming like strangers to each other?”

Having said that, he slowly turned and walked towards the car, driving away without looking back at Fu Han again.

Two sets of footprints remained in the snowland, left by He Xing as he departed.

But as the snow fell harder, his footprints were gradually filled in.

Fu Han stood there watching, her limbs growing stiff but she didn’t move.

In her mind, she kept replaying the words He Xing had said before leaving. Indeed, what had happened between them? How had two people so close ended up so silent with each other?

Tears slipped from her eyes, dropping like pearls onto the snowland and finally vanishing.

This time she had come back to draw a clear line with He Xing once and for all. She understood all the logic, had thought through everything, but why did her heart still flutter whenever she saw He Xing?

Every time she thought about a future without He Xing, it pained her until she could hardly breathe.

Yet, to return to the life she had three years ago was unthinkable; it would be a living death to her.

The incessant snow continued to fall, dressing the world in the purest white.

Only when He Xing’s footprints were no longer visible in the snow did Fu Han finally turn and walk towards the elevator room.

The elevator doors opened, and there stood Su Cheng, his red-rimmed eyes fixed on Fu Han, a ring of stubble dark around his lips.

He opened his mouth but said nothing.

Fu Han pulled out her keys and unlocked the door, eyeing him calmly, “Care to come in and sit?”

Su Cheng hurried in after her.

In a room so dark you could not see your hand in front of you, even when the distance between two people was less than a meter, you wouldn’t know where the other was.

As the electric light came on, the engulfing darkness disappeared. Fu Han took off her down jacket, revealing a white turtleneck sweater and denim jeans that accentuated her figure unmistakably.

While walking toward the water dispenser with a cup in hand, she proposed, “Would you like water, or coffee? I have tea as well.”

“Coffee would be nice, thanks.” Su Cheng said, but he went over to the coffee maker himself and started brewing coffee.

Fu Han sat on the sofa, the curtains to the balcony not drawn. If one peered carefully, the drifting snowflakes could be seen.

Sipping her warm water, the frosty sensation gradually receded, and her thoughts began to churn as she replayed the events of the day.

It wasn’t clear how much time had passed when the aroma of coffee began to spread through the room.

In the snowy winter, no pleasure surpassed sipping a steaming cup of coffee.

Su Cheng placed a cup of coffee in front of Fu Han, “Freshly brewed, have some.”

“Thank you,” Fu Han smiled, the chandelier light hanging overhead. Even with such lighting, her face remained flawlessly beautiful, glowing as if illuminated from within.