Beg Me to Remarry

With a splash, Xia Ning's screams pierced the sky, and the faces of Xia Cheng and the others instantly turned pale as they jumped into the pool in a panic.

Only Fu Han and He Xing remained, one seated and one standing, indifferently watching the few people floundering in the pool.

"Fu Han! Have you lost your mind?"

Xia Cheng climbed out of the pool with Xia Ning in his arms, his face twisted in rage as he charged at Fu Han.

In an instant, He Xing stepped in front of Fu Han. His cold gaze swept over Xia Cheng, engulfing him with a tangible pressure. Xia Cheng stiffened, his face darkening as he said to He Xing, "What do you mean by this."

"Have you cooled down?" He Xing completely ignored Xia Cheng and instead turned to Fu Han.

Cooled down?

Fu Han looked surprised.

He Xing had called these proud individuals here to vent her anger for her?

That was indeed fresh news.

With an amused smile, Fu Han stepped out from behind He Xing and looked at Xia Ning, pale in Xia Cheng's arms, saying, "Xia Ning, I was just joking with you. What's there to be so frightened about?"

She still clearly remembered what Xia Ning had said to her at the hospital back then.

Fu Han moved forward a step, her gaze lowered to Xia Ning as she sneered, "Xia Ning, can't you take a joke?"

The faces of Xia Cheng and Xia Ning instantly turned the color of a pig's liver.

Everything that had just happened was enough to prove He Xing's attitude: he was here to settle old scores from three years ago.

"Brother He..." Xia Ning's face was full of grievance and sadness.

She never imagined that He Xing would allow Fu Han to bully and humiliate her.

Just a few years ago, he had always protected her.

"Have you cooled down?" He Xing still looked at Fu Han, determined to get an answer from her mouth.

"Boring." Fu Han, her interest waning, turned her head and let out an elegant yawn. "I'm going to rest now. You do as you please."

Having said that, she headed straight for the bedroom.

"Oh, by the way." A few steps later, she paused, turned to He Xing with a smile and said, "Still, I have to thank President He for this belated action. It's resolved the anger I felt when I was pushed into the pool three years ago."

Three years ago, she hadn't fallen into the water by accident; it was Xia Cheng who had pushed her in.

Fu Han returned to the bedroom with a cold face, and as soon as she was about to close the door, a force from behind slammed her against it, gripping her waist tightly.

"What, after a few years, President He suddenly likes this position?"

Fu Han glanced at the arm around her waist, noting that this was the second time today He Xing had pressed her against a door.

He Xing did not answer.

The familiar and oppressive breath between their lips covered her mouth, as He Xing's tall figure enveloped Fu Han tightly, fiercely taking her breath away.

Fu Han's face darkened, she raised her hand to push He Xing away, but his strong arms pinned her down fiercely. She soon became dizzy from the kissing, melting like spring water in He Xing's arms.

Past memories inevitably came flooding back into her mind.

After their engagement, although He Xing had been extremely cold to her, whenever they were alone, he would show a passion that was on the verge of losing control.

Because of the emotional chaos in bed, Fu Han had once believed that she held a special place in He Xing's heart.

His long fingers, carrying uncontrollable heat, slid from her waist down under her skirt, raising the hem. Fu Han's body shuddered as she turned her head to break free from He Xing's thin lips, and with a downcast gaze, she asked, "How long have you been without a woman?"

Seeing her getting so agitated.

"Was Xia Ning not satisfying you?" she asked with a subtle sneer.

He Xing's fingers paused, he looked at Fu Han coldly and said, "There was never any Xia Ning."

There had never been anyone else between him and Fu Han.

Fu Han pushed He Xing away, straightened her clothes, and sat down on the sofa. "So, President He, you have been chaste for my sake for three years?"

With an air of self-mockery, she curled her lips, "Even if you have always been pure, you don't have to wrong yourself."

In City A, how many distinguished ladies saw He Xing as the man of their dreams? Just a glance and a beckon from him would have hordes of beautiful women throwing themselves into his arms.

"Fu Han." He Xing, from a position of authority, looked down at her. "Must you really speak to me like this?"

Three years ago, although she was impulsive, she was simple and easy to see through.

Not like now, with a tempting smile on her face, yet her words carried a sarcastic bite.

"Three years ago, why didn't you say it was Xia Cheng who pushed you down?" He Xing asked.