Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 57 - 0 Reverse

Chapter 57: 057 Reverse

Chapter 57: 057 Reverse

All the hackers turned their heads to look at Xia Ning, their gazes as unabashed as if they were sizing up watermelons on a roadside truck, making Xia Ning extremely uncomfortable.

Someone, not sure who, shouted with a raspy voice, “Boss Yang, what do you mean ‘friend’? Isn’t this your sister-in-law?”

Immediately, a bunch of people started to jeer.

Xia Ning’s face turned bright red with anger, as she shook off Yang Kaitai’s hand and pointed at the man who led the jeering, “Who are you calling your sister-in-law? Do I have anything to do with you? If you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will find someone to take care of you.”

The man lost face on the spot, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and his narrow eyes stared at Xia Ning like a beast eyeing its prey.

The most embarrassed person was Yang Kaitai. He turned back, dissatisfied, and said to Xia Ning, “They’re all here to help you, just talking for a bit of fun. Can’t you just put up with it?”

“I can’t put up with it,” Xia Ning raised her voice, using her usual arrogant tone, “Yang Kaitai, who do you think you are, trying to get above yourself just because you did something? Let me tell you, if it wasn’t for my brother…”

“Xiaoning…” Xia Cheng saw that she was speaking out of line and quickly pulled her back. He first gave Xia Ning a threatening look, then turned to the group of hackers with a smile on his face, “Brothers, my sister has a bad temper, please bear with her. You’ve all been working hard recently. Just hang in there a bit longer. Once this is done, I will personally reward you with one million.”

“Awesome, Boss Xia!” Yang Kaitai was the first to voice his approval, immediately setting off a wave of excited cheers among the hackers.

On the way back, Xia Ning’s face was as ugly as it could get, “Brother, you can call a few girls to accompany Yang Kaitai for dinner tonight. I’m not going.”

“We’ve come this far, do you want to fail at the last hurdle?” Xia Cheng said with a cold face, “No matter how much you dislike Yang Kaitai, make yourself look nice tonight. This matter isn’t just between you and Fu Han anymore; Dad is also very concerned.”

…

Fu Han and Su Cheng were both in the house, neither daring to go out. In the end, it was Su Cheng, worried that Fu Han might be hungry, who cooked noodles again—the only thing he knew how to make.

The fridge was, in fact, crammed full of all sorts of food by Su Cheng, but Fu Han was in no mood to cook. That she was willing to eat noodles was already quite something.

Every few minutes, the two would run to the peephole to check if the journalists outside had left, but those people seemed to be in it for the long haul, each finding a spot to settle in without any intention of leaving.

This was the first time Fu Han encountered such a situation, utterly bewildered about what to do, completely at a loss.

Suddenly, a commotion rose from outside, and Fu Han’s heart stirred. Forgetting to put on her shoes, she rushed to the peephole, only to see that all the journalists outside had run away.

Carrying their heavy cameras, they moved swiftly and with trained precision.

“They left?” Fu Han and Su Cheng looked at each other, disbelieving the scene before them.

Swallowing nervously, Su Cheng tentatively suggested, “Should I leave first? Just in case they come back and I can’t get out.”

“What if they’re just hiding somewhere close by?” Fu Han asked anxiously, her beautiful face, wracked with worry, brighter and more lively.

The light in Su Cheng’s eyes brightened, a rush of gallantry flooding his heart, “No problem, I’ll run as soon as I get out. There are no photos of me online, even if they see me, they won’t recognize me.”

Fu Han pondered the idea. She had been under the same roof with Su Cheng all morning and really didn’t want to continue staying.

All morning, Su Cheng tried hard to find topics of conversation, but they were all extremely awkward, leaving Fu Han with no mood to engage, resulting in nothing but forced chatter.

Suddenly, the sound of knocking rang out, startling both Fu Han and Su Cheng. They looked at each other, and in each other’s eyes, they saw concern: “Could it be that the paparazzi really have returned?”

As they hesitated, He Xing’s voice came from outside, “Xiaohan, it’s me, open the door quickly.”

Fu Han got excited instantly, forgetting to verify through the peephole whether it really was He Xing outside. She fumbled with the lock, and with a yank, she flung the door open.

After He Xing entered, he didn’t even have time to check out the state of the room. He instantly enveloped Fu Han in his embrace, resting his chin on her forehead, “Xiaohan, don’t worry, I’m here.”

Those simple eight words almost brought Fu Han to tears, a feeling she never had even when she saw a barrage of insults online.

She leaned on He Xing’s shoulder, unable to utter a single word.

He Xing gently patted her head, his glance finally falling on Su Cheng who stood a meter away. His body tensed instantly, and he asked expressionlessly, “What are you doing here?”

Su Cheng’s face also looked uneasy, but out of consideration for Fu Han, he kept up appearances, “I heard about the situation online, so I came to bring Fu Han something to eat.”

“Right. Su Cheng helped me clean the kitchen, and he cooked noodles for me.” Fu Han, fearing He Xing and Su Cheng might start a fight, explained as she extricated herself from He Xing’s embrace.

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When He Xing suddenly appeared here, she briefly forgot that she had made painstaking efforts to leave him, also forgetting that she had once used Su Cheng to upset He Xing, hoping to break off their marriage engagement.

At that moment, Su Cheng felt a sense of righteousness. He stepped beside Fu Han and silently stared at He Xing, his intention clear without words.

The atmosphere in the living room became exceedingly tense, and Fu Han felt overwhelmingly troubled. The situation was already chaotic enough, and now these two were adding to the commotion.

“You better go,” He Xing suddenly said to Su Cheng. “If you don’t want to cause trouble for Fu Han, leave immediately. Those journalists will come back soon.”

Su Cheng hesitated, looking at Fu Han without speaking, clearly not believing He Xing’s words.

“You can go back, we’ll contact each other by phone if there’s anything.” Fu Han nodded, knowing that He Xing never lied, even though she wanted to flee from his side.

Before Su Cheng left, he gave He Xing a long look, only to be met with He Xing slamming the door shut with a “snap”.

Indeed, as soon as Su Cheng left, the elevator door opened again, and the gossip-hungry journalists made a grand return, cursing and swearing, obviously not in a good mood.

Fu Han’s elegant eyebrows furrowed in confusion, looking at He Xing, “Did you do something I don’t know about?”

He Xing, already making himself at home by pouring a glass of warm water, put the glass down on the coffee table and crossed his legs proudly before responding, “I merely had someone spread a false lead to the paparazzi, claiming you were spotted at the entrance of the complex. They’d naturally rush over to get first-hand materials. Then I took the opportunity to come back, isn’t that perfect?”