Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 38 - Thousands of mountains and rivers

Chapter 38: Thousands of mountains and rivers

Chapter 38: Thousands of mountains and rivers

Fu Han was utterly bewildered, instinctively wanting to struggle, but He Xing restrained her. She clenched her teeth, resolutely deciding that this time she must not let her defenses fall.

However, this time He Xing was exceptionally gentle. He simply kissed Fu Han’s cherry lips repeatedly without going deeper, one hand circling her waist to prevent her escape while his other hand tenderly stroked her earlobe.

The earlobe was the most sensitive spot on Fu Han’s body, something she’d never told He Xing, nor did she know how He Xing had come to find out.

Fu Han felt weak all over. Without He Xing’s support, she feared she might collapse to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The last vestige of her reason told her not to sink, not to sink, and to push He Xing away, but how could a person who couldn’t even stand steady have the strength to push someone away?

Click!

The front door was flung open. Nan Qing stood dumbfounded at the doorway, and after coming to her senses, she covered her eyes: “I didn’t see anything, carry on, keep going…”

Fu Han suddenly regained her strength and pushed He Xing away, desperately explaining, “Nan Qing, it’s not what you think.”

“I can’t hear anything, I didn’t hear anything.”

Nan Qing leaned against the wall and scurried to her own room, not forgetting to lock the door behind her.

“Heh, I didn’t expect her to be quite…” He Xing touched his chin but didn’t continue, his eyes scanning Fu Han like radar.

Fu Han crossed her arms protectively in front of her chest, watching him warily: “Quite what?”

“Quite perceptive.”

At that moment, Fu Han truly wished she could bite off her own tongue. She could’ve just dismissed him outright—why did she continue to engage with He Xing’s words?

Without another word, she shooed He Xing out: “Don’t come over if it’s not important in the future.”

After a moment of thought, she added, “And don’t come looking for me even if there is something.”

He Xing frowned, gazing at the firmly shut door in front of him. He sighed and turned towards apartment 2502.

…

The night in A City was beautiful, with the roadside trees adorned in flickering lantern garments, dazzling lights on the facades of skyscrapers, and mesmerizing advertisements on the electronic screens.

The white Audi zoomed past with its high beams on, sweeping the fallen leaves like dancing butterflies.

Su Cheng’s grip on the steering wheel slackened then tightened, tightened and then slackened, with the accelerator pushed all the way down.

His lips tightly pressed together, his eyes flashed with a profound light, replaying the scenes from not long ago in his mind.

Without a doubt, Su Cheng was happy tonight. The hot pot was a joint effort with Fu Han, and that alone was enough to keep him happy for quite a while.

Though dinner had its flaws, like Fu Han’s dislike of others serving her food, and He Xing’s overt and covert targeting, he was still very happy. Every journey begins with a single step, and he felt there had been a qualitative leap in his relationship with Fu Han.

But now, that good mood was gone, all for a simple reason: before he left, Nan Qing had said something to him.

Initially, Nan Qing tried to persuade Su Cheng to give up on Fu Han, saying they were not suitable; naturally, Su Cheng refused and maintained a gentle tone due to Nan Qing being a close friend.

As Nan Qing saw she couldn’t stop him, she suddenly rushed up and hugged him: “Su Cheng, I like you. I don’t know when it started, but I just do.”

The scenery on both sides of the road receded rapidly as Su Cheng grew increasingly heavy-hearted, unable to recall exactly what he said to Nan Qing afterward; all he knew was that he had rejected her.

There had been many women who confessed their feelings to him over the years, and he rejected each one decisively. But Nan Qing was different; she was Fu Han’s friend, which inevitably made him hesitate.

…

Early the next morning, after making breakfast, Fu Han went to knock on the door. No one answered despite her continuous knocking, and when she gently pushed, the door opened by itself. Where was any sign of Nan Qing in the room?

Fu Han called her, and Nan Qing said she was busy at the gallery and had left early. She wouldn’t be home for meals recently and asked Fu Han not to prepare breakfast or dinner for her.

Nan Qing studied painting and had opened her own gallery, which combined sales and training. It hadn’t been long since its establishment, and business was neither particularly good nor bad.

Fu Han didn’t think much of it; she had been busy as well. The company had launched an event related to wedding photography, and not only did she need to take wedding photos, but also prepare for the ‘Travel the World’ photography competition. She wouldn’t have had time to cook anyway.

She ate hastily and left with her laptop and DSLR, ready, as usual, to take the subway to work.

Fu Han hadn’t even walked out of the glass door on the ground floor when she saw the ostentatious Lamborghini outside. She sighed quietly, put on her sunglasses, pushed open the door, and planned to look the other way.

But He Xing had sharp eyes. Upon seeing her, he immediately intercepted her: “Xiaohan, let me give you a ride to work.”

“No need.” Fu Han ducked down and stepped back: “The company isn’t far. I can get there quickly by subway, and it won’t get stuck in traffic.”

“How can you take the subway?” He Xing had already opened the car door. A smile forced itself upon his face: “I promise to drop you off at the company and leave right away, no lingering.”

The Lamborghini was already an eye-catcher, and being the rush hour now, it attracted quite a crowd of onlookers, some even taking out their phones to take pictures, while whispers were nonstop.

Slam!

Fu Han simply closed the car door: “Heir He, don’t waste your time on me. I’m not interested in you.”

After speaking, she left as quickly as possible. She had thought it through thoroughly the night before; being indecisive would only make her fall into an irredeemable situation again.

Rather than that, she decided it was better to extinguish all hope from the start. After all, cutting ties with He Xing was the very reason she had come back.

He Xing watched Fu Han’s retreating figure, her linen ponytail moving up and down with her steps, like a sprite dancing on the piano.

Although she was only a few meters away, it felt like there was an insurmountable distance between them.

He Xing’s heart felt as heavy as if it were weighed down by several large stones, suffocating him.

He had gone to great lengths to bring her back, but even though she was here, her heart seemed locked up, impervious to any efforts to unlock it.

Where had he gone wrong?

He agreed to her leaving the He Family and even moved to this rundown neighborhood with her; for her, he had broken his principles countless times—was it still not enough?

Just then his phone rang. Taking it out, he saw it was a call from Ji Liangchuan.

…

Liangtao Bar.

The Liangtao Bar in the morning was as deserted as the market at night, not a soul in sight.

The bar was pitch-black, except for a dim light shining over a table in the corner. It was daytime, yet it felt like night.

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He Xing tilted his head back and finished the Brandy in front of him: “How’s the investigation going?”

Ji Liangchuan lifted the glass in front of him and took a sip: “Xia Guoxiong is the sponsor of the competition, so he also managed to secure a spot on the judging panel.”