Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 30 - Descendants will have their own blessings

Chapter 30: Descendants will have their own blessings.

Chapter 30: Descendants will have their own blessings.

Today’s events at Su Cheng Company were still vivid in his mind, and a hard-to-suppress rage was still smoldering in his heart.

Eventually, he snorted coldly, turned around, and walked towards 2502. With a click, the door opened, and then with a “bang,” it was forcefully shut.

An hour later, He Xing emerged in his bathrobe. He remembered Liang Tao mentioning that the balcony of the living room in 2502 was very close to 2501’s, allowing direct view onto the neighboring balcony.

He hesitated, but in the end, he strode onto the balcony, only to find that there was no light on the opposite balcony—utter darkness. Not to mention a person, not even a shadow was to be seen.

He returned to the living room, irritated, when his computer made a “beep,” indicating an incoming email.

Upon opening it, he found it was from Liang Tao. If Fu Han was here, she would definitely be surprised enough to cover her mouth in astonishment.

Because the email’s photos were of her and Su Cheng—specifically from the day of Su Cheng’s passionate confession before she returned to the country.

Though she had tried to be low-key while abroad, her face didn’t allow for obscurity. Thus, it wasn’t surprising that her passionate confession from Su Cheng, which drew many onlookers, was photographed.

This was the first time He Xing looked at an email from Liang Tao so seriously. He seemed to read that short message at least ten times over, and finally, the tension on his face eased somewhat.

…

At Lanwan’s detached villa.

The spacious dining room was filled with beautifully-prepared dishes, their rich aromas wafting throughout.

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“With Xiaohan and Xiao Xing not at home, mealtime really loses its charm,” the old Mr. He barely touched his food before putting down his chopsticks, wiping his mouth, preparing to get up.

“Master, have some more,” the elderly servant, who had been standing behind Mr. He, stepped forward two paces—he had been standing by the wall, virtually unnoticed: “The young master bought a small apartment in Huating No.1 to be closer to Miss Fu Han, with your support too.”

Mr. He looked back at the servant who had served him for decades and eventually smiled, “Old Zhou, you are right. Give them enough rope and they’ll tie themselves. I shall not meddle in the affairs of young people, let them sort it out themselves.”

“As long as you’re at ease with it.” Old Zhou rolled up his sleeves and served Mr. He a bowl of Bird Nest Porridge: “Children and grandchildren have their own good fortune. Besides, Miss Fu and the young master grew up together. Even if there are misunderstandings, so many years of friendship won’t change.”

“I’m just worried that He Xing’s character, who keeps everything bottled up inside, will allow the misunderstanding to deepen,” Mr. He sighed deeply, but in the end, he took the Bird Nest Porridge.

…

At dinner, Fu Han shared with Nan Qing about the photography competition, saying the contest slot was given by He Xing; she was unsure whether to participate.

Nan Qing’s round fingertips almost pierced her forehead, “Are you stupid? Didn’t He Xing say he could provide for you? What you need to do is to prove to them that even without the He Family, you can still live lavishly.”

She was already somewhat tempted, and hearing this, she hesitated no longer and decided to devote all her energy to the competition.

It wasn’t just about participation, but about returning with honors.

Thus, after dinner, she plunged into her studio to begin selecting works for the contest.

According to the organizing committee’s rules, the preliminary round required five photos, the semifinal three, and the final round only one.

In the past three years, she had traveled to many places abroad, amassing countless photos, each of which was worth treasuring for a lifetime.

After selecting the photos, she turned off the lights, converting the studio into a darkroom, leaving only a small red lamp on, and began developing the photos.

Just as the photos were nearing completion, the darkroom was plunged into darkness, the unexpected blackness startling her with a jolt.

The next second, hurried footsteps resounded, and Nan Qing was pounding on the door: “Fu Han, is there a blackout?”

Fu Han took out her phone from her loose jeans, turned on the flashlight, and stepped out, “There’s a blackout, did you forget to pay the electricity bill?”

“I just paid a thousand the day before yesterday, it can’t have run out that quickly.” Nan Qing, who had always been afraid of the dark, clung to Fu Han’s wrist like a lifeline, “Let’s go out and check together. Someone moved in next door today, I wonder if it’s because they’re using too many high-powered appliances.”

Fu Han looked back at the piece of photo paper floating on the developer liquid, sighed resignedly, acknowledging she would have to rewash the photos after the power returned.

The hallway was pitch black; their 2501 and the opposite 2502 marked the ends of the corridor. On the left, at about one meter high, was a row of windows, and on the right were the elevator and utility rooms such as the electrical room.

The early autumn night wind was already formidable, howling out of the unshuttered windows as if monstrous creatures were beating the glass, wailing to devour them.

Nan Qing’s grip was about to crack the bones in Fu Han’s wrist with the strength of her fear. Fu Han sighed, intending to persuade Nan Qing to stand still while she herself would check the electrical cabinet.

“Click!”

The sound of 2502’s door opening was not loud, but it tested the nerves of the two girls, who screamed in unison, hugging each other tight, eyes shut.

“What are you doing?” The man’s cold voice cut through, accompanied by a fierce light beaming toward them—it was from a flashlight.

The brightness of Fu Han’s phone’s flashlight paled in comparison to the powerful beam, and instinctively, she recognized the voice as familiar, but her eyes refused to open under the glare.

Footsteps approached, and Nan Qing shrank behind Fu Han, her body trembling.

The distance between them closed, but the fear in Fu Han’s heart dissipated like smoke, and she stared wide-eyed at the familiar figure before her, “He Xing, why are you here?”

“My fiancée should naturally be under my watch,” He Xing replied with his usual aloof tone, not looking back at Fu Han but deftly opening the electrical box and flicking two switches back on.

The hallway lights came back on in the next second, and the three faces were clearly revealed to each other—Nan Qing was pale and still in shock; Fu Han also looked displeased, her lips pursed tightly; only He Xing appeared as usual, calmly assessing Fu Han with an expressionless face.

“Xiaohan, long time no see.”

“Indeed, it’s been a while.” Fu Han clenched her teeth, hearing the grating sound they made: “It’s been less than twelve hours since we last met.”

He Xing touched his chin, seemingly enjoying the sight of Fu Han getting irritated.

It was true; having grown up together, He Xing’s favorite pastime was seeing her get angry, where her liveliness was most viscerally present.

He walked towards Fu Han with a teasing smile on his lips, “I have an ’82 wine at my place, Xiaohan, fancy a drink together?”

“No need, I still have work to do.” Fu Han pulled Nan Qing’s hand and turned to leave, but before closing the door she turned back mockingly, “You’d best stop playing these childish games.”