Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 22 - She is guiltless to anyone

Chapter 22: She is guiltless to anyone.

Chapter 22: She is guiltless to anyone.

Can’t close the deal?

What did He Xing mean by that!

Fu Han’s gaze towards the other party was tinged with a hint of curiosity.

“The Lady CEO from Citibank donated problematic items,” He Xing said succinctly, not mentioning how the lady wanted to take the opportunity to give the Xia Family a warning; naturally, he was quite willing to teach the Xia Family a lesson on behalf of He Xing at this moment.

What He Xing and the other party had traded was naturally not something Fu Han needed to know.

“I’m going back,” He Xing turned and walked away.

Fu Han arched an eyebrow but still straightened her clothes and followed.

Their return did not draw much attention. In fact, at this moment, many in the upper-class society had turned their focus toward the Xia Family.

Not long ago, they had learned that some of the items donated by the Lady CEO from Citibank were missing, with their whereabouts still unknown. With the items not intact, the deal would not be valid, and the money could not be donated.

As the organizer, the Xia Family also had to bear the scrutiny of others about their supervisory and hosting abilities.

Now Xia Cheng was frantically busy, while Xia Ning, feeling like she had caught onto some clue, couldn’t wait to sit back next to Fu Han.

She raised her hand to cover her lips but used an accusatory tone with Fu Han, “Just now, did you do something to the jade chessboard?”

Fu Han looked towards Xia Ning with a slight smile, saying nothing, but perfectly hitting Xia Ning’s nerve at that moment.

“You don’t think that this incident can have any impact on me, do you?” Xia Ning sneered, “I hope you know, not every toad can dream of eating swan meat.”

“So what?” Fu Han interrupted her self-directed harangue, “What is the purpose of this pointless chatter you’re giving me?”

She roughly guessed what He Xing had done in private; the smile emerging on her good-looking face seemed to mock Xia Ning’s impotent rage.

The smile on Xia Ning’s face faded, and she lowered her voice, “It’s a pity that I didn’t die in the water.”

“Don’t worry, now that I’m back, I’ll definitely return everything you once gave me,” Fu Han raised her hand to touch the other’s head, but it was suddenly knocked away by Xia Ning.

The ladies nearby heard the commotion and looked over with curiosity.

They just happened to see Xia Ning’s arrogant and domineering demeanor.

“You!” Xia Ning realized her public image was in jeopardy.

She immediately got up to leave, and before she did, she venomously threatened, “You have the nerve; just keep relying on He Xing.”

“Oh,” Fu Han replied languidly, further infuriating her.

In fact, she soon learned what Xia Ning was preparing to do.

It seemed the Xia Family, in an attempt to change their negative image, had burst out with many offerings—the school in the impoverished mountain area, restaurant and educational slots were all thrown out.

Even the Xia Family included the participants on the Xia Media promotion page for the next month.

Once the news dropped, the crowd was stunned. Fu Han propped her chin, realizing this was her attempt to embarrass her at all costs.

Basically, the cheapest here would cost a million, something that an ordinary person like Fu Han simply couldn’t afford…

“Do you find it boring?”

After finishing his conversation, He Xing sat beside her.

“It’s alright, just watching the show,” Fu Han watched as almost everyone in attendance joined in, including internet influencers brought by wealthy second-generation heirs who clenched their teeth and joined, preparing to share the joke with her close friend Nan Qing.

In Xia Ning’s mind, she was probably only able to come up with the idea of forcing people to pay money to humiliate their faces.

“Miss Fu,” suddenly, Xia Ning on stage interrupted her speech, her eyes smiling towards Fu Han’s direction, and into the microphone she said, “I heard you just came back, want to go big?”

Xia Cheng obligingly pushed forward the next three plans.

The first was to sponsor a hundred poor students to study abroad, with spending starting at five million a year;

The second was to set up ten large libraries, a conservative estimate costing ten million;

The third was to build roads and bridges in impoverished mountainous areas, conservatively costing eight million.

To the wealthy scions, socialites, and ladies in attendance, this was nothing more than a drop in the bucket, depending only on whether they were willing to spend the money.

But many people knew about Fu Han’s past, and whether she even had a million to her name right now was debatable.

Was this meant to deliberately make someone look foolish?

“What do you think, Miss Fu? Want to give it a try?” Xia Ning seemed to have thought of something, her expression one of awkward fear, “Of course, I just noticed you’ve been alone all night, not keen on chatting with others, worried you’d be bored.”

Many pondered, Fu Han had just returned and hadn’t yet actively joined the upper-class social circles; it seemed she really wasn’t suited to be the Lady of the He Family.

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Under the public eye, Fu Han did not show a sign of weakness but smiled and was about to stand up when her hand was grasped.

He Xing’s expression was indifferent as he spoke softly, “I’ll handle it for you.”

“No need,” Fu Han slowly, but resolutely, withdrew her hand, the spotlight shining on her.

She curled her lips, radiantly beautiful, far surpassing female stars, her every smile and frown carrying a defiant flavor.

“I can do all that, but Miss Xia, as the host today and the nominal consultant for Xia Media, would you care to demonstrate?” Fu Han spoke while pressing on her phone.

This action, observed by everyone, resulted in various speculations.

He Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, it seemed she already had a solution.

Xia Ning, thinking it must be He Xing footing the bill, was instantly itching to bite, and Xia Cheng, seemingly casual, came over and whispered, “Maybe we should let it go?”

The Xia Family could indeed spend the money, but the point of the Charity Gala was to whip up a frenzy over the philanthropy of the wealthy, to establish a certain status for the Xia Family in the social elite circle, fulfilling Father Xia’s goal.

Now that Fu Han had spoken out this way, they would have to shell out hundreds of millions for no reason, straying far from their original plan to achieve the greatest objective with the least money.

“No, I want to see how she does it,” Xia Ning really had it in for Fu Han.

She turned back, her face adorned with a benign and harmless smile, speaking gently, “I can do all that. Just one thing, Miss Fu, show me the proof first.”

“Sure,” Fu Han approached, her radiant presence on the red carpet, casually projected her phone screen onto the projector.

“Wait, what are you doing…” Suddenly pushed aside by Fu Han, Xia Ning had no chance to react before she heard gasps from below.

The phone indeed displayed the years Fu Han had spent volunteering in impoverished areas, helping in reconstruction after disasters like earthquakes, and the nearly a thousand poor students she had funded for schooling.

These sums also amounted to millions, but the hands-on experience far surpassed the comedy of the socialites throwing money at charity for fame.

He Xing’s look shifted, his gaze lingering on the phone screen on a spot of post-disaster reconstruction.

So, this was what Fu Han had been doing all along?

Free of her once-fiancée title with He Xing, Fu Han had lived a leisurely and untroubled life over the past few years, with a clear conscience.