Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 204 Mother-Son Confrontation

Chapter 204: Chapter 204 Mother-Son Confrontation

Su Cheng looked at the Mrs. Huangpu with an expression that read, "Do you think I believe you?" But the thought of Fu Han still in the hospital eventually calmed his impatience, and he said as calmly as possible, "Since that’s the case, take me to the Public Relations Department now and have them issue a statement acknowledging that I am Huangpu Su Cheng."

"No." This time, Mrs. Huangpu’s refusal was quick and decisive, "Do I even know you? If I let the official media recognize your identity, you will definitely speak up for Fu Han online."

Sunlight streamed through the spacious and clean floor-to-ceiling windows, and whether by coincidence or not, Su Cheng stood beneath the sunlight, while Mrs. Huangpu stood in the shadows.

Despite being mother and son, they clearly stood on opposing sides, like light and shadow, day and night, distinct as water from drainage.

Su Cheng looked silently at Mrs. Huangpu, as if he were looking at someone he didn’t recognize. After a long time, he slowly nodded, "Good, very good. Since you’re labeling my Weibo as a troll, then I will call a press conference."

Having said that, he didn’t linger any longer and headed straight for the door.

Mrs. Huangpu’s face finally changed color, and she yelled after Su Cheng’s retreating figure with heart-wrenching agony, "Su Cheng, do you like Fu Han so much that you’re willing to stand against your parents for her?"

Su Cheng stopped in his tracks but didn’t turn around; his voice was hoarse as he replied, "It’s not that I like her that much, it’s that your actions go against my principles as a person. You lie for so-called business territory, and you collude with rivals behind the scenes to strike at He Group. Do you think I don’t know any of this?"

"Who told you?" asked Mrs. Huangpu in a frantic outburst. Looking as white as a ghost, she ran to Su Cheng on her high heels, fearful he would run off.

Su Cheng snorted coldly, his contemptuous expression growing more apparent, "I didn’t know, but now I do."

Mrs. Huangpu, eaten up by vexation, had never expected that one day her son, innocent as a white rabbit, would trap her in her own words, and succeed at that, "So what are you planning to do? Expose your parents at the press conference?"

"I don’t know," said Su Cheng as he turned his head away, his heart desolate.

It is one thing to suspect, but to have those suspicions confirmed is another. Although he had gone overseas four years ago because he couldn’t stand the excessive interference in his life by his parents, he had always regarded them as models of integrity, which was why Huangpu Group had been able to stand firm for so many years.

But just now, his mother, whom he had idolized since childhood, had admitted that for the company’s development, they had joined others in targeting their competitors—and it appeared that their methods were not necessarily fair.

He felt as if his beliefs were crumbling, a sensation hardly better than the sky falling down.

Mrs. Huangpu was also feeling very uncomfortable. On one hand, she was worried that her son couldn’t handle it, and on the other, she feared what he might say to outsiders. She reached out to pat Su Cheng’s shoulder, but he dodged it.

Her already pale face lost even the last trace of color, and for the first time before her son, she displayed a pleading look, "Su Cheng, listen to Mom. Not just our company, but every big company does this—otherwise, how could they develop and grow, right?"

"Don’t talk to me about company matters, I don’t care," Su Cheng raised his voice sharply, looking down at Luo Qiluo with disdain, "Mom, I don’t care how others conduct themselves, but I absolutely won’t act against my conscience. Since no one is handling the matter I posted about on Weibo, I’ll go and call a press conference."

As he spoke, Su Cheng paused, then continued, "Rest assured, I will only clarify the relationships among myself, Fu Han, and He Xing. I won’t talk about anything else."

Mrs. Huangpu’s face visibly relaxed a little, and when she realized her son was looking at her, she coughed awkwardly and diverted the subject, "But have you considered, if you clarify now and if you and Fu Han end up together later, what will people say? People will say that you and Fu Han pretended to break up to trap He Xing. You may not care, but... but don’t you care about Fu Han?"

Her words instantly cooled Su Cheng’s fiery passion. Over the past few days, all he could think of was to quickly clarify the situation among the three of them, but he had to admit that what his mother said was true.

Dark clouds drifted in from afar, completely obscuring the sun and the sky suddenly darkened; golden lightning streaked across the sky like a snake, signaling the coming storm.

Summer had always been like this — clear skies one second could turn into thunder and lightning the next. Indeed, the raindrops, large as beans, began to pitter-patter against the window, gathering on the exterior pane into meandering rivulets before sliding away and disappearing below.

Su Cheng’s gaze shifted from the rain to his mother, and he spoke flatly, "We’ll deal with the future when it comes. If I don’t do what needs to be done now because of some nebulous possibilities in the future, then how am I any different from those who freely smear others online?"

After speaking, he did not stay any longer. He walked past Mrs. Huangpu and headed straight towards the door. Before he could open it, however, the door was pulled open from the outside, and in walked Mr. Huangpu, Su Cheng’s father.

Father and son stood face to face in the doorway, their faces barely concealing the rage within, like two atomic bombs on the verge of explosion.

Mrs. Huangpu hurriedly stepped forward and seated them back on the sofa, summarizing what Su Cheng meant.

Mr. Huangpu, holding a newly lit cigar in his hand, squinted his eyes, watching Su Cheng motionlessly, "So you’re determined to speak for He Xing and Fu Han?"

"Yes," replied Su Cheng, born with a silver spoon, who had never known want. He had only ever shown a measure of fear towards his father, but now that fear was not enough to stop him from doing what he wanted.

"Fine, I can agree to your request," Mr. Huangpu took a puff of his cigar, with smoke wafting from his nostrils and lips, veiling his face in a haze and obscuring his features, "But you must promise me one thing. After you clear things up for Fu Han, you can no longer harbor any other thoughts about her. The two of you can only be ordinary friends, and you must be with Nan Qing."

"No, I disagree," Su Cheng erupted, standing up abruptly with his handsome face red and pale with anger, the emotions intertwined, wishing he could overturn the coffee table before him.

Mr. Huangpu, however, regarded Su Cheng with an icy gaze, "Do not think that just because you are my only son, you can do as you please. Nothing is more important to me than the Huangpu Family’s business. If you don’t agree to my terms, even if you go ahead with your press conference now, I can just turn around and tell people that you’ve had a psychiatric breakdown, that you’re speaking nonsense because of a shock. Then you’ll see whether people believe me or you."