Beg Me to Remarry

It wasn't until Fu Han left and the He Family searched everywhere for her that He Xing saw in the surveillance that what happened years ago wasn't an accident. Xia Cheng had deliberately tripped Fu Han, causing her to fall into the swimming pool.

Afterward, Xia Cheng offhandedly claimed it was just an accident, that he didn't know Fu Han couldn't swim, and he was just trying to play a joke on her.

"Would it have mattered if I had said something?"

Fu Han stared at He Xing and said, "I'm just a daughter of a servant from the He Family. Even though the old master raised me like his own granddaughter, in the eyes of you proud sons of heaven, I'm still a lowly person. As a child, I refused to lose, refused to bow my head like Xia Cheng and Xia Ning, so when I was wronged, I would retort without thinking. How did you treat me back then?"

Fu Han scoffed coldly, word by word, "You said, 'Fu Han, stop making a fuss.'

She had defended herself and protested, but each time, she was met with his impatient rebuke.

"Three years ago, after I fell into the water, didn't you also emphasize at the hospital that it was just an accident?"

Fu Han's voice was as cold as that of a bystander.

He Xing and Xia Ning had been childhood sweethearts; she was just an outsider living off their charity.

"He Xing," Fu Han said firmly, without blinking, "I've come back to break off our engagement."

But she didn't expect that He Xing would insist on this absurd engagement or that he would even host a banquet to announce their wedding date.

"The wedding is set for three months from now," He Xing said as if he hadn't heard Fu Han's words, with an extremely somber expression.

The warmth and loss of control from earlier had vanished into thin air, and He Xing forcefully gripped Fu Han's chin, "The mistress of the He Family will only be you."

Fu Han, with an indifferent smile, brushed him off, "Whatever you say."

He Xing glanced at her heavily and ordered coldly, "A designer will come to tailor your wedding dress tomorrow. Stay at home and don't go anywhere."

Having said that, He Xing turned and left.

Fu Han leaned on the sofa, watching He Xing's retreating figure thoughtfully, and after a long while, she let out a sneer, "Heh, truly pathetic."

The next morning at seven o'clock, Fu Han got up early, dressed neatly, and leisurely went downstairs.

He Xing, in a deep black suit, was staring at the computer reading a brief. Hearing the noise from the staircase, his deep black eyes immediately fell on Fu Han.

"Good morning," Fu Han greeted languidly, then walked straight toward the door.

"Fu Han," He Xing frowned, "the designer is coming today."

"I have to work; I don't have time to deal with those boring people."

Fu Han didn't stop her steps, her brows also showing impatience.

"Work?" He Xing stood up and blocked Fu Han's path, his gaze sweeping over her.

Fu Han was still wearing a sharp coat, which made her look tall and graceful.

In her hand, she carried a laptop, and over her shoulder, she carried a camera, revealing a side of herself He Xing had never seen before.

"The He Family can't afford to keep you?" He Xing frowned unhappily, seemingly very dissatisfied with her making public appearances.

"What does everything of the He Family have to do with me?"

Fu Han let out a scoff due to He Xing's entitled tone, "I'm not like those young masters and ladies of yours—without hard work, I'd be left to the winds. Grandfather might have raised me for so many years, but I don't have the thick skin to keep spending the He Family's money."

The old master of the He Family had already agreed to their annulment, and she could clearly see that he wouldn't interfere with her choice, leaving them to deal with their feelings on their own.

Then she didn't have to play the lady in front of He Xing anymore out of consideration for the old master.

"The designer is coming today to take your measurements for the wedding dress," He Xing emphasized.

"Then let them wait," Fu Han said with an indifferent face, "How is it, you already called me the future Mrs. He, shouldn't I be the one to fit their schedule?"

With that, Fu Han pushed He Xing aside and walked out the door without a second glance.

He Xing's eyelashes drooped slightly, and he followed Fu Han, asking, "Where are you going? I'll drive you."

"Xia Family media," Fu Han didn't refuse He Xing and, seeing his car parked at the door, naturally opened the door and got in.

"Xia Family?" He Xing's hand tightening the seatbelt tensed, and a sharp look appeared in his eyes, "You're going to work at the Xia Family?"

The Xia Family controlled most of the media lifelines in City A and was the true leader in the City A media industry.

Xia Cheng was now the CEO of Xia Family media, and Fu Han had just pushed Xia Ning into the water yesterday; today, she was saying she would work at the Xia Family?

"Is there a problem?" Fu Han glanced at him nonchalantly, "I have a friend who works at a newspaper office under the Xia Family. They just happen to be short of a photographer, so he recommended me."

"Fu Han," He Xing's voice turned colder, "what exactly do you intend to do by coming back this time?"

Even if some aspects of her character had changed, there were some things deep down that would never change.

Fu Han had been clear about love and hate since she was young and was not one to suffer losses.

If she could throw Xia Ning into the water after three years, she couldn't possibly be planning to work at the Xia Family with peace of mind.

"I'm just a small-time photographer," Fu Han looked at He Xing with amusement, "what waves could I possibly make under the hands of people like you?"

Curiously, she sized up He Xing, "Are you worried that I'll cause trouble for your childhood sweetheart? Then why did you watch indifferently last night as I threw her into the water?"

That was completely opposite to his reaction three years ago.

"Actually, I'm quite curious."

Fu Han twisted a strand of her hair and asked, "You're cold to everyone else, even though you're from aristocratic families, you've never shown any closeness to the Xia Family. But you've always been so tolerant of Xia Ning, standing by her side no matter what she does."

She teased jokingly, "What, did the Xia Family save your life or something?"

"Yes,"

Unexpectedly, He Xing responded solemnly.

Fu Han was taken aback, only to hear He Xing say, "The year I was ten, my parents died in a car crash, and it was Xia Ning's mother who pulled me out of the car before she died."