Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 201: Useless, Don’t Touch Me

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: Useless, Don’t Touch Me

"Of course I’ve thought about it," said Su Cheng, a fleeting glint in his eyes, but it dimmed the next second, and even the tone of his voice noticeably turned gloomy, "But the doctor said there’s nothing wrong with her brain, and they can’t find the reason for her amnesia."

"So..." Nan Qing’s gaze softened as it sharpened, staring unwaveringly at Su Cheng, "I mean, if Fu Han has amnesia and confesses to you, would you be with her?"

"How could that be possible!" Su Cheng shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"Do you mean to say that it’s impossible for her to confess to you, or that even if she did, you wouldn’t agree?" Nan Qing was relentless in her pursuit with her beautiful eyes locked on Su Cheng.

Under her gaze, a blush crept up Su Cheng’s cheeks, and for the first time, he felt a sense of oppression coming from Nan Qing—someone who shared his birthday and was only an hour older than him.

The question from Nan Qing just now was far too heavy, and he actually hadn’t thought it through. His intention was to give a perfunctory answer and move past it, but now it seemed that Nan Qing wasn’t going to give him that chance.

Su Cheng’s gaze moved to the small window at the end of the corridor. The vastness of the world seemed constricted by that window, and everyone in sight through it appeared to be trapped in a cage, like frogs at the bottom of a well.

Nan Qing also looked in the direction of Su Cheng’s gaze; she wasn’t in a hurry for Su Cheng to answer right away, but her posture clearly communicated that she would stand there waiting for Su Cheng to deliver the answer he’d contemplated.

Time passed, the clouds in the sky drifted aimlessly until, at last, a palm-sized cloud was framed outside the small window.

Su Cheng’s clear and mature voice finally rang out, "I like Fu Han and wouldn’t change my feelings for her, not even if she were disfigured. Deep in my heart, I long for her to like me; if... if she says she likes me without regaining her memory, I... I can’t guarantee that I wouldn’t accept."

Nan Qing heard clearly something shattering—it was her painstakingly pieced-together heart breaking into fragments again, but this time more completely, not only because her love was unrequited but also because the utopian boy of her heart had disappeared.

That night, Nan Qing stayed alone in the large house at Huating No.1, pulling out bottle after bottle from the cabinet and increasing the count of empty bottles on the floor.

The wines in the cabinet were all fine ones she had moved from home recently. Usually, when she and Fu Han stayed up late or sat in the living room to rest, they would pour a glass to savor, but today she cleared them out.

The room reeked of alcohol, so pungent that it was hard to keep your eyes open. Even the gusty wind blowing in from the balcony seemed unable to disperse it.

Nan Qing could barely keep her eyes open, her belly filled to the brim with alcohol. Any more and she would vomit, but still, she clutched the wine bottle without letting go, realizing the red wine she had drunk today was worth about the cost of an apartment.

It’s strange, isn’t it? Don’t they say drink to drown one’s sorrows? Then why the more she drank, the clearer she became, the more her heart ached?

For years, in her heart, Su Cheng was always that sunny, bright young man—the kind you scrutinize under a magnifying glass, flawless.

But now, this young man says if Fu Han truly confesses to him, he doesn’t know how to refuse?

Nan Qing had thought that being forced to give up on Su Cheng was painful enough, but she hadn’t realized that it was even more painful to discover that Su Cheng wasn’t the person she had imagined.

But could she blame Su Cheng?

No!

Su Cheng doesn’t have to change for anyone, does he?

It was she who always imposed her own imagination on Su Cheng, she who indulged in things that shouldn’t be mysterious, and now it’s time for her to wake up.

...

At the Yang Group, in the general manager’s office.

Though summer hadn’t fully arrived yet, Xia Ning had already switched to summer clothing. Today she wore a pink and white checkered strappy sundress, which not only showcased her perfect figure but also drew eyes to her bare arms and snow-white legs.

She stood with her arms crossed in front of the desk, her manner fierce as she demanded, "Yang Kaitai, what kind of job are you doing? Didn’t you assure Luo Qinghe’s mother that you’d absolutely prevent him from making any statements?"

Yang Kaitai shamelessly ogled Xia Ning, nearly undressing her with his eyes, while he stroked his chin carelessly and said, "That old woman doesn’t keep her word; she can’t control her son, so neither can I."

"I don’t care!" Xia Ning plopped down on the sofa, "You promised me that ’Pensive Return’ would fail to screen. Now that Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe’s issue has been dealt with, won’t this movie still be shown?"

Yang Kaitai’s gaze seemed glued to Xia Ning as he sat beside her, his hand wandering inappropriately across her body, a sinister smile creeping onto his face, "Don’t you still have Qin Xiaonian? As long as she tells the journalists that Bai Wei is the other woman, proclaims that Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei are illicit lovers, what more could you fear?"

"You’re right; how could I have overlooked that?" Xia Ning’s eyes brightened, and she stood to leave, "Qin Xiaonian was sent away by my brother; I’ll tell him to find her."

"Don’t go," Yang Kaitai quickly reached out and pulled Xia Ning into his embrace, his lips approaching hers as his hands started to pull at her dress.

"Let go of me!" But Xia Ning was prepared; her knee struck hard at Yang Kaitai’s groin, "So indecisive when I ask you for a favor, ruining my mood, and you still expect benefits?"

Xia Ning stood up, straightening her dress while coldly eying Yang Kaitai; her kick had carried with it full malice, no mercy spared.

At this moment, Yang Kaitai was curling up on the sofa like a shrimp, endlessly muttering ’pain, pain, pain,’ where now was his usual arrogance?

Since being released from prison, how many times had Xia Ning been coerced or left with no choice but to be with him? She finally felt a small sense of vindication.

Xia Ning bent down to whisper disdainfully into Yang Kaitai’s ear, "Yang Kaitai, if it weren’t for your marginal usefulness, I wouldn’t even let you touch me. If you still want to be with me, then you better work hard to make it happen, make the He Group regret crossing paths with you."

After saying this, she didn’t linger, turning around and walking out directly.

Xia Ning left Yang Kaitai’s office, walking down the hall in her high heels with an elevated chin, all but literally wearing "disdain for everyone" written across her face.

Everyone she encountered along the way bowed and greeted her with "Good day, Miss Xia," yet to Xia Ning’s disdain, she didn’t even acknowledge their greetings.