Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 205: Use His Love to Threaten Him

Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Use His Love to Threaten Him

"You’re truly despicable," Su Cheng’s teeth grounding as if he wanted to bite through steel, his face drained of all color.

"Su Cheng, how can you speak to your father like that?" Mrs. Huangpu scolded Su Cheng while positioning herself between him and Mr. Huangpu, fearing Mr. Huangpu would not be able to restrain himself from striking.

The fear proved to be well-founded as Mr. Huangpu snapped the cigar in his hand, standing up directly—it was clear he meant to deal with Su Cheng.

Unable to hit him, Mr. Huangpu said with towering rage, "Since you say I’m despicable, then I’ll show you how despicable I can be. I’ve already made my demand; consider for yourself whether or not you’ll agree."

While Su Cheng’s teeth audibly gnashed, he was acutely aware that his parents did indeed have the power to enforce their will, with the current situation being such that even if he were to post a clarification on Weibo, it would be misinterpreted.

After much thought, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can be just ordinary friends with Fu Han, but I won’t get together with Nan Qing. I see her as a sister, and she’s also your goddaughter—don’t you want her to be happy too?"

"No!" Mr. Huangpu rejected the idea outright, squinting his eyes as he looked coldly at Su Cheng, "Do you have any idea that because of your affair with Nan Qing, our partnership with Nangong Group for this year’s strategy has been cancelled? You must salvage your relationship with Nan Qing, or else I will make sure Fu Han suffers consequences."

Mrs. Huangpu, caught in the middle, looked from one to the other. While she typically stood by her husband without wavering, faced with the despair in her son’s eyes, she felt a softening in her heart.

She tugged at her husband’s arm and whispered, "Alright, since our son has agreed to stay away from Fu Han, he can’t remain single forever, right? In time, he will surely come to appreciate Nan Qing’s virtues."

"No," Mr. Huangpu’s brows furrowed deeply enough to kill a fly, he impatiently retorted, "You’re just being softhearted. Right now, I need to stand united with the Nangong family, and I don’t have the luxury of time to wait for him to develop feelings for Nan Qing. The business world is a battlefield, and the situation changes in the blink of an eye. Don’t you understand that?"

Su Cheng watched his parents argue because of him, feeling an incomparable complexity of emotions. In his memory, it seemed that every argument they had was because of him, and the result was always the same: his father might compromise on small matters, but never on major ones.

The storm grew fiercer, with thunder booming sporadically and lightning crackling everywhere. The rain intensified, the floor-to-ceiling windows now a translucent sheet, rendering the room as dark as night without the lights on.

Su Cheng’s heart felt as the weather did, growing heavier and heavier, sinking into an abyss. He knew there was no room for negotiation in this matter.

...

Fu Han sat on the hospital bed hugging her knees, staring blankly at the rain outside; it fell like a waterfall, pounding against the windows with a pitter-patter.

She didn’t find the sound unpleasant. In fact, she liked the sound of the rain falling—the primal sound belonging to this world, terrifying yet carrying the power to soothe hearts.

The ward was somewhat dark, like the twilight before sunrise, caught between visible and invisible.

Resting her head on her knees, she thought silently that, with such terrible weather, it was unfortunate that both He Xing and Su Cheng had had to leave for urgent matters. She didn’t know what to make of it.

Suddenly, a knocking sound started. She didn’t turn around, thinking the nurse had returned, who had just mentioned going out to get some hot water for Fu Han, to soak her feet and promote circulation.

"Fu Han, what’s wrong with you?" A delicate voice came from the doorway—it was Xia Ning.

Fu Han turned her head to look. She saw a girl as delicate as the voice standing by the door, wearing a fitted pale green dress with ruffles, her fluffy curly hair making her look like a princess stepped out of a fairy tale.

A sense of inferiority welled up inside Fu Han. She instinctively hid the injured side of her face into her knees, murmuring, "I’m sorry, I may have known you before, but now I’ve forgotten."

A flicker of doubt passed across Xia Ning’s face; although she had received the news that Fu Han had been disfigured in a car accident, she could hardly believe it without seeing it with her own eyes.

Her smile deepened, and she made her way to Fu Han’s side with a sway in her step, taking hold of Fu Han’s wrist affectionately, "Fu Han, my name is Xia Ning, your best friend. I’m sorry I only found out about your accident today, and I came to see you right away. Are you okay?"

Fu Han instinctively pulled away; she still wasn’t used to such intimacy, especially since this Xia Ning radiated a strong perfume scent, almost nauseating.

"Are you still mad at me?" Xia Ning let go of Fu Han’s hand as if she too detested any physical contact with her, but she forced herself to do so to test Fu Han’s reaction.

Fu Han, mistaking Xia Ning as truly a close friend, had already been feeling guilty about forgetting everything. Seeing Xia Ning’s pitiable demeanor only increased her guilt.

"Not at all," she quickly took Xia Ning’s hand in hers, saying sincerely, "Xia Ning, I’m sorry, I’m not angry at you, I just don’t remember what happened between us."

With this, Xia Ning’s anxiety dissipated, her smile genuine, "Fu Han, you, me, and big brother He Xing, we grew up together. It’s okay if you don’t remember the past, I can tell you all about it."

Although Nan Qing and Su Cheng had also talked to Fu Han over the last few days about her past, neither knew about her childhood, and they kept rehashing events from the last three years. What Fu Han most wanted to know was why she had left He Xing three years ago.

Thinking about this, she looked at Xia Ning with an urgency, "Can you tell me why I left He Xing three years ago?"

"Of course, I can," Xia Ning smiled "gently," but the next second, she appeared troubled, "Fu Han, I should warn you, you might find these things upsetting. Are you sure you want to know?"

A clap of thunder exploded, and for an instant, Fu Han’s heart pounded erratically. She felt nervous, but at the same time, she heard her own voice rise, "Tell me, I want to know."

About ten minutes later, Xia Ning slowly rose to her feet, tidying her clothes gracefully, and said gently as a spring breeze, "Fu Han, I have to go now, I have other matters to attend to. I’ll visit you another day. Remember, they all don’t want me to see you, so you mustn’t tell anyone I was here, okay? Otherwise, no one will tell you what you want to know."