Beg Me to Remarry

Hearing the footsteps outside, Xia Ning immediately changed her expression. Skilfully squeezing out a few tears, she cried so piteously as if "pear blossoms bathed in rain," looking utterly pitiable.

As Xia Cheng pushed open the door and saw this scene, he immediately strode over: "What's there to cry about, there are plenty of men in the world besides him!"

When even her own brother lashed out at her, Xia Ning's crying intensified: "But only He Xing is worthy of me!"

Xia Cheng felt an internal irritation upon hearing this. After being played like that by He Xing today, anyone's heart would ache.

Yet it was only his silly little sister who, despite the evident signs from the other party, still stubbornly clung to the past.

Xia Cheng could only sigh deeply, sat beside the bed and gently patted the woman's back, coaxing her in a suppressed tone, "Don't worry, whatever you want, big brother will surely get it back for you."

Speaking of which, a shadow crossed Xia Cheng's eyes, not believing He Xing could find another woman exactly like Fu Han.

It wasn't until Xia Cheng left the room that Xia Ning slowly wiped the tears from her eyes, a look of hatred on her face.

She refused to believe that after all these years, Brother Xing's heart would still have a place for that vile woman.

The next morning, Fu Han was awoken by the ring of her phone. She groggily picked up the call and rubbed her messy hair before slowly speaking, "Who is it? What's the matter this early in the morning?"

The caller knew right away she was cranky for being woken up and quickly apologized, "Han Han, I'm sorry. The time difference got me; I forgot it's morning there."

"Nan Qing! You're back too?" Fu Han virtually snapped out of her dream at that instant.

Of the few friends she had over the years, Nan Qing could definitely be counted as one.

Three years ago, when she went abroad to study, she was attracted to this girl at first sight. She later found out they came from the same place.

She had a lot to thank Nan Qing for, having learned so much and experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships in M Country.

"I just couldn't find any interest in anything without you, so I came back!"

Hearing Nan Qing ramble on, Fu Han curled her lips, guessing that person must have returned.

As Fu Han remained silent, Nan Qing got more excited, "Hurry up and come to the Cafe; I'll introduce you to someone."

Nan Qing anticipated Fu Han's refusal and hung up hurriedly before she could speak.

Fu Han stared at her phone expressionlessly, but eventually resigned herself to getting up from the bed.

"Where are you going?"

He Xing caught sight of her as he heard footsteps and looked up to see Fu Han dressed in a snow-white knee-length skirt with light makeup on her face. Recalling his grandfather mentioning his love interest, he could no longer sit still and asked.

Fu Han didn't even spare an extra glance at the man, her red lips responding lightly, "What does that have to do with you?"

The man could not be satisfied with that answer and, grabbing Fu Han's arm, he quickly walked towards the door.

Old Master He shook his head helplessly at this scene, thinking that Han's heart was truly hurt.

Couldn't nice words be spoken nicely? He truly hoped he wouldn't have regrets when he reached his own age.

...

"Let go!" A hint of annoyance swept through Fu Han's eyes as she forcefully pulled her hand back.

Before Fu Han could speak, a force suddenly came from her shoulder, and He Xing pressed her firmly against the wall.

Fu Han's back hit the wall painfully, and she inhaled sharply, though her face remained expressionless, "He Xing, how desperate must you be to watch my every move tomorrow?"

A wave of irritation rushed through He Xing's heart, and with one hand pinching the chin of the woman, he kissed her without allowing any objections.

The taste of tobacco from the man's mouth filled Fu Han's, with He Xing seeming particularly insatiable, deepening the kiss again and again.

It took all of Fu Han's strength to push the man off her. She looked coldly at the man before her and harshly wiped her mouth.

"Don't do it this way, He Xing, I've long stopped loving you. This sort of thing only makes me feel disgusted!" Fu Han emphasized the word "disgusted" and then turned to leave without looking back.

He Xing stood there in a daze, seemingly unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

He felt that nothing about Fu Han had changed, but the look in her eyes just now had never appeared on the former Fu Han's face.

He Xing suddenly felt panicked as if something vital had been gouged out of his heart.

With a loud "bang," He Xing's fist slammed into the wall, the blood staining the wall as it slowly trickled down.

...

Meanwhile, Fu Han arrived at the Cafe as promised and was led by the waiter to the seat opposite Nan Qing.

"You're back and wearing sunglasses, acting like you're hiding from debtors," Fu Han teased the woman, then casually picked up the coffee that had been pre-ordered and started drinking.

After cautiously surveying her surroundings, Nan Qing finally spoke in a low voice, "I'm afraid my beauty will cause plenty of trouble."

Seeing the careful demeanor of the other party, Fu Han just laughed lightly, not prying further.

"Wait a minute, let me introduce someone to you. Aren't you currently jobless? He's perfect for you!"

Witnessing Nan Qing's confident demeanor, Fu Han swallowed the words she wanted to say.

She knew she needed a job now, especially after the events of the morning, and she had to find an excuse to move out of the villa quickly.

Otherwise, who knows how often what happened this morning would recur?

"Thank you for helping me like this," Gratitude, rarely seen, appeared on Fu Han's usually impassive face.

Nan Qing, unsatisfied, flicked Fu Han's head hard, "It's been three years, I don't need your thanks. I sincerely consider you a friend. How many times do I have to tell you?!"

Hearing the other's annoyed tone, Fu Han turned her head away. She just didn't want to bother anyone.

"Got it."

Listening to Fu Han's indifferent tone, Nan Qing couldn't kindle her ire anymore.

"Forget it, it must be a debt I owe you from a past life," Nan Qing said helplessly, resigning herself to fate.

After a long exchange between the two, the sharp-eyed Nan Qing spotted a man entering and loudly called out, "Over here, over here!"

Fu Han looked toward the entrance upon hearing the voice and her expression immediately darkened, her eyes questioning as she looked at Nan Qing.

"Is this the person you were talking about?"

If it really was him, Fu Han wished she could pick up her bag and leave right away.

The man approached, and upon seeing Fu Han, his eyes briefly revealed an imperceptible tenderness.

"You took your time, didn't you say you'd land at nine? It's nearly noon now; hurry up and treat us to a meal!" Nan Qing grumbled discontentedly.

Su Cheng scratched the back of his head, smiling apologetically, "It's because I got caught up in this morning's traffic."

Su Cheng noticed a gaze fixed on him and his ears turned red covertly. Turning to her with a shy face, he said, "Fu Han, long time no see."