Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 32 - 0 Freeloading Food and Drinks

Chapter 32: 032 Freeloading Food and Drinks

Chapter 32: 032 Freeloading Food and Drinks

The door to apartment 2501 was problematic; it required the key to lock properly, so if you just pulled it shut without locking, a firm twist of the handle would open it again. He Xing seemed to know this somehow.

Fu Han coughed awkwardly, “I’ll call someone to change the lock later, and I’ll pay for it.”

He Xing’s anger intensified as he felt ignored, “Fu Han, whom were you flirting with?”

“What does it have to do with you?” Fu Han retracted all expressions from her face and gave an unyielding retort.

“It has nothing to do with me?” He Xing’s eyes suddenly turned colder, and he approached Fu Han with an overwhelming presence.

Although it was early autumn and the kitchen was still a bit stuffy, the temperature seemed to plummet as He Xing neared, as if she were in the midst of icy snowlands.

Nan Qing glanced at her arms, covered with fine goosebumps.

She watched He Xing with some surprise, noting that the man, who once had a similar starting point as she did, now possessed such a formidable aura that she couldn’t ignore the fear in her heart.

After some thought, Nan Qing stepped in front of He Xing, “You’re mistaken, Fu Han went to deliver her competition entry to the Underworld Gallery today, and she didn’t catch a taxi on the way, so she had to flag down a car.”

“Is she telling the truth?” Even though He Xing could tell that Nan Qing wasn’t lying, his gaze remained fixed on Fu Han.

Fu Han, who grew up with He Xing, had long since developed the ability to remain composed even if Mount Tai were to collapse in front of her, so the natural intimidating aura that He Xing carried affected her at most by half.

As Nan Qing explained, Fu Han continued to cook, and while serving the cooked hot and sour shredded potatoes, she said irritably, “Whether it’s true or not, it’s none of your business. Grandpa has already agreed to dissolve our arranged marriage, so we have nothing to do with each other now.”

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It might have been her imagination, but for a moment Fu Han thought she saw a fleeting glint in He Xing’s eyes before his expression returned to normal, “A dissolution of our engagement requires the agreement of both parties. Your unilateral decision is pointless.”

That same line again, though Fu Han had a hundred resolves to retaliate, she found herself speechless.

She wasn’t the same person she was three years ago, and she knew all too well that with her current capabilities, confronting He Xing head-on was as futile as a moth to a flame.

Thus, getting Grandpa’s agreement to the dissolution was the successful first step. All she needed to do next was to get He Xing on board and give his consent.

Lost in her thoughts, Nan Qing had already started to bring the finished dishes to the dining table outside, while He Xing sat leisurely at the table like the lord of the manor, waiting to be served.

Fu Han ignored him entirely, busying herself with serving the rice for herself and Nan Qing and urging Nan Qing to eat more.

“I’m eating here tonight too, why aren’t you serving me?” He Xing voiced his discontent, his brows knit as if they could kill a fly.

Nan Qing coughed awkwardly, clearly not expecting He Xing to have such a thick face.

However, Fu Han calmly swallowed her mouthful of food and then graciously said, “We didn’t prepare your meal; maybe you’d better go back and have your servants cook for you, Young Master He.”

To her surprise, He Xing didn’t get particularly angry at her response, but instead, there was a slight upward curve to his lips. He casually scoped out the kitchen, eventually dishing himself a bowl of rice.

He sat back down in his original place, scarfing down his food with no semblance of being a guest.

Seeing this, Nan Qing couldn’t stay calm and started eating quickly, fearing that He Xing would devour all the dishes.

Fu Han regarded He Xing thoughtfully. She always felt that He Xing had changed, different from the person he was three years ago.

Fu Han had once heard that to capture a man’s heart, one must capture his stomach, and she became somewhat obsessed with cooking for He Xing.

But He Xing never appreciated it; he either scolded her for doing such things or blatantly ignored the meals she prepared, never showing any gratitude.

Today, watching He Xing eat her cooking with great appetite was something the old Fu Han could only have dreamed of.

Now that it was happening before her eyes, she felt as though she was in another lifetime.

Yet, times have changed, and she no longer desires or has the appetite to cook for him.

The three of them finished a table with five dishes and one soup, leaving not a morsel left.

After the meal, Nan Qing patted her full stomach contentedly, not keen on moving at all. Her bright eyes darted around until they settled on He Xing, “I mean, Big Young Master He, as a businessman, you should know there’s no such thing as a free lunch… or dinner, right?”

“What are you trying to say?” He Xing finished off the last spoon of soup and leisurely put down his utensils.

Nan Qing chuckled, “I bought the vegetables, and Fu Han and I prepared them together. Since Fu Han did the cooking, it’s only fair that you do the dishes, right?”

Fu Han had guessed what Nan Qing would say from her first word, but she hadn’t expected Nan Qing to actually dare to ask He Xing to wash the dishes.

That was He Xing, who could cause a stir in the business world of A City with a mere stomp of his foot.

Her worried eyes flitted between Nan Qing and He Xing, mentally prepared to intervene if He Xing truly got angry and Nan Qing ended up in trouble.

Despite a few seconds of cold silence from He Xing, he eventually stood up and began cleaning the dishes, his silent and speechless demeanor sending shivers down one’s spine.

Nan Qing’s gaze followed He Xing with a hint of mystery, and finally, she laughed softly, pulling Fu Han away from the dining room, “Do you still have work to do? Better get to it, or are you planning to pull another all-nighter?”

Fu Han powered up her computer, as she had plenty of photos and videos to process and was indeed very busy.

She had neither the time nor the allowance to think about He Xing in the kitchen, and by the time she finished a portion of her work, several hours had passed.

Fu Han came out with her water cup to refill it, Nan Qing had turned off the lights in the living room and was watching a horror movie with a projector. A grisly G Face streamed blood from its seven orifices on the large projection screen, accompanied by blood-curdling screams.

Caught off guard, Fu Han was startled, while Nan Qing watched with detachment and disdain, “That’s nothing. Next time I’ll find an even more realistic horror movie for you.”

“No thanks, I’m not interested,” Fu Han waved her hands hastily. She and Nan Qing were the kind of friends who seemingly had nothing in common, yet they got along incredibly well, in a sort of spiritual connection.

As she poured warm water, Fu Han glanced at the kitchen, admitting to herself that despite being indifferent to He Xing now, she had to concede he had cleaned the kitchen immaculately, befitting someone with OCD.

Then, Nan Qing’s voice came nonchalantly, “Maybe this time He Xing genuinely likes you, why else would he come over uninvited, eat our food and even wash the dishes?”

“Let’s not talk about this anymore,” Fu Han said expressionlessly before heading straight back to her studio.

She didn’t want to dwell on the matter any longer. Once she made a decision, she wouldn’t change her mind.