Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 17 - Dont leave me 017

Chapter 17: Don’t leave me 017

Chapter 17: Don’t leave me 017

He Xing used some force, pulling on Fu Han’s wrist and giving a yank, which resulted in Fu Han falling onto the bed, her delicate and fair hands pressing against He Xing’s warm chest.

A flicker of impatience crossed Fu Han’s eyes as she tried to rise from the man beneath her.

He Xing, feeling the person in his arms attempting to leave him, wouldn’t agree to it. He flipped over, pressing Fu Han beneath him.

The man’s heated breath sprayed across Fu Han’s face, making her feel uncomfortable. Just as she was about to get up, his soft and dense kisses rained down upon her.

Fu Han wanted to evade, but was firmly imprisoned within his embrace.

He Xing’s kisses deepened, and Fu Han’s eyes glistened with tears. With no other choice, she could only bite towards the corner of the man’s mouth.

There was only a muffled grunt from the man, but his actions didn’t stop.

“Lady Fu, your honey water…” The servant, who had been knocking on the door for quite some time and saw no sign of it opening, could only push the door open and enter, only to encounter this scene.

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Upon hearing the noise, Fu Han took the opportunity when the other party was distracted and fiercely pushed He Xing away from her body.

A sound of bone hitting the bed frame followed by a muffled grunt from He Xing could be heard, then silence ensued.

Fu Han wiped off the mark the man had left on her mouth, turned her cold eyes towards the man on the bed, and truly wondered if he was actually drunk or only pretending.

Forget it, it won’t matter to her anymore after this. Fu Han turned around and headed straight for the door.

“Miss Fu, this honey water…”

“Deal with it yourself,” Fu Han said coldly and quickened her steps towards her own room.

The servant watched Fu Han’s retreating figure, and ultimately stiffened his resolve and walked in.

But no sooner had he attempted to give the honey water to He Xing than he was pushed aside by the man.

“Don’t touch me…”

The servant’s face immediately turned frantic. He put down the honey water and hurriedly ran out.

“Fu Han… don’t leave me…” He Xing murmured the woman’s name endlessly under his breath and, at some point, deeply fell asleep.

However, Fu Han didn’t have it so easy. She returned to her bedroom, rushed into the bathroom, and washed herself clean.

She didn’t want even a trace of He Xing’s scent on her.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Fu Han’s gaze dropped, as if she had made some significant decision in her heart.

She reached for her phone and dialed a contact. Shortly after, the other party answered the call.

“Han Han, what’s up so late at night?”

Listening to Su Cheng’s gentle voice, Fu Han felt a bit of her gloominess dissipate.

“I want to go to your company.”

Su Cheng was surprised by Fu Han’s response. He had expected her to have a hundred reasons to refuse him, but he had never thought she would agree.

“Are you serious?” Su Cheng hesitated, scarcely believing his own ears, and felt compelled to ask again.

“Yes, I am.” After that, Fu Han, too lazy for further talk, bluntly hung up the phone.

Fu Han felt physically and mentally exhausted and buried herself deep within the covers. It seemed only in this way could she isolate herself from all the vexing things outside.

The next day, He Xing rubbed his groggy head as he sat up in bed, his eyes scanning the familiar walls as he fell into deep thought.

He vaguely remembered being brought back by Fu Han. He seemed to have kissed her too, and the sullenness in his eyes finally dissipated somewhat.

He Xing, now in a better mood, took a shower. Having dressed properly, he was just descending the stairs when he heard Fu Han and Grandfather chatting.

“Grandpa, I’m off to work.”

“The He Family is not so poor that we can’t support you. Grandpa would feel heartache seeing you out working in the harsh weather.”

Fu Han laughed. Grandpa had misunderstood her job. While she knew Grandfather cared about her, moving out was her urgent priority.

“Grandpa, I’m just going to have some photos taken of me. I won’t have to endure the harsh weather yet.”

Seeing Fu Han so insistent, the old master could only give up, but still…

“Grandpa absolutely won’t agree to you moving out. It was difficult enough to have you back, and now you want to move again.”

“Who allowed you to move out?”

Just as Fu Han was about to speak, a cold voice interrupted her.

She knew who it was without even turning around and said coldly, “Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?”

He Xing strode quickly down the stairs with a grave face and tightly grasped Fu Han’s wrist, demanding, “Why do you want to move out? Did that man tell you to?”

Listening to He Xing’s tone, Fu Han’s previously good mood vanished instantly, and she stared directly into his eyes, “Whether I move or not is my choice. Do not speak to me in that high-and-mighty tone.”

What she hated most was He Xing’s presumptuous attitude!

He Xing’s eyes filled with a bloody rage as he tightly confined Fu Han to a chair, saying coldly, “You’re not allowed to move, understand?”

Seeing He Xing like this, the old master shook his head; the kids these days just don’t know how to talk properly.

“He Xing, sit down and eat!” the old master said reluctantly.

But He Xing had no intention of listening, his gaze fixated on Fu Han’s eyes as if seeking the answers he desired.

“He Xing, I am not your property; I have my freedom. Grandfather has already agreed to annul our engagement. You have no right to interfere in my affairs.”

He Xing wanted to sew this woman’s mouth shut at that moment; why did nothing she say please him?

Especially seeing the calm in Fu Han’s eyes, his heart grew even more restless. Did he really mean so little to her?

“No right to interfere? Fu Han, until the day I agree, you remain my fiancee, He Xing’s fiancee,” he said grimly, his handsome brows unconsciously furrowing.

Fu Han glanced lazily at the man, pushed his hand away, and rose. She had no energy left to argue anymore.

From three years ago, the moment she felt misunderstood, she didn’t want to explain a single word. Anyway, there wouldn’t be any contact in the future.

Fu Han’s previously icy face softened into a sweet smile as she turned to the old master, “Grandpa, I’m off to work now; I’ll come back tonight to keep you company.”

Fu Han looked around. The only thing she really cared for here was Grandpa.

As for those rotten-to-the-core memories, she didn’t fancy them at all.

“Han, be careful on the road,” the old master sighed, his heart heavy. He had hoped his grandson would escort her.

Now, it seemed Han wouldn’t even want to share a word with that stupid boy.

After Fu Han left, He Xing stared at the table, motionless for a long while.

Only after some time did he regain his usual demeanor, “Grandpa, I’m heading to the company.”

The old master looked at He Xing’s back for a while and sighed deeply. When would this boy finally grow up a bit?

Han was such an excellent girl; he didn’t want to just hand her over to someone else!!