Beg Me to Remarry -
Chapter 226: Late Night Confession
Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Late Night Confession
"I’m not hungry, it’s getting late, you should head back." What He Xing actually wanted to say was that if someone with intent captured her coming to see him so late at night, things would get difficult to explain again.
While opening the takeout containers, Xia Ning said proudly, "Don’t worry, He Xing, I changed into a special outfit before coming to see you, and I even wore a hat when I entered. Even if someone did see me, they wouldn’t know it was me."
He Xing had noticed as soon as she entered that her outfit was different from usual. The usual Xia Ning, even in winter, would definitely wear clothes that showed off her figure, never like today’s loose jeans and an exaggerated sweatshirt, complete with a nondescript duckbill cap on her head.
But to be fair, He Xing thought these more casual clothes actually suited Xia Ning better. The clothes she usually wore looked good, yes, but they made a girl in her early twenties look worldly and sophisticated, just like a woman in her thirties.
Now, the sweatshirt paired with jeans made her look much more vibrant, which is how a girl her age should dress.
After opening all the boxes, Xia Ning ran to the opposite side of the table where He Xing was sitting, leaned forward with her hands on the table, and blinked her large eyes rapidly, "He Xing, I just bought these for you because I saw you were feeling hungry. Why don’t you eat a little?"
Acting cute was a trick Xia Ning had mastered since she became sensible. She had practiced looking pitiful in front of a mirror, and with the performances soaked into her life for over a decade or two, she had perfected the act.
Unfortunately, He Xing had seen Xia Ning trying to act cute too many times over the past ten or twenty years. He had become immune, so he responded without even looking up, "I’m not hungry right now, help yourself."
A flash of anger crossed Xia Ning’s eyes, but in the next second she was already sweetly tugging at He Xing’s arm, "He Xing, I know what’s troubling you. Don’t worry, I have a way to solve your problem."
Finally, He Xing looked up, his gaze questioning as if he were silently asking, "Do you really have a solution?"
"Of course, I do." Proud in her heart, Xia Ning shook He Xing’s arm coquettishly, "He Xing, I chose this food carefully for you. Please, eat a little bit. Then I’ll give you the solution, okay?"
He Xing sighed. He was indeed frazzled by various issues at the moment and thought that maybe an outsider could see things he couldn’t and maybe there was indeed another way.
He finally rose and walked towards the sofa. Xia Ning pulled on him, wanting him to sit on the longer couch, but he chose a single-seater instead.
There was a variety of food on the coffee table: barbecue, stir-fried noodles, and even soup. This was food for more than two people; five probably couldn’t finish it all.
He Xing ladled himself a bowl of pork rib soup, slowly sipping it. His starry eyes seemed even brighter than the moon outside and magnetic, making it hard to look away.
Xia Ning couldn’t take her eyes off him, looking at He Xing as if she were someone in hell gazing up at heaven, filled with longing, greed, determination to win at all costs, every emotion intertwined.
"He Xing, have a chicken wing. They’ve just been roasted," Xia Ning said eagerly, placing a steaming skewer of chicken wings in front of him.
He made a noncommittal sound and continued to sip his soup with elegance, as if he was dining in a Michelin restaurant, not even glancing up.
Xia Ning felt somewhat humiliated. She smiled awkwardly, wanting to sit close to He Xing, but the single-seater couch he had chosen meant she could only sit as close as possible.
"He Xing, I heard that you’ve run into some difficulties, is that right?"
"You just said you had a solution, why not spell it out?" After finishing his soup, He Xing set the bowl aside and wiped his mouth while asking, showing no expression on his handsome face.
However, Xia Ning’s heartbeat was pounding as if it were being drummed. Without looking, she knew her face must be red. She spoke cautiously, "He Xing, my dad said that if you’re willing, our Xia Family’s cinemas could arrange more screenings for you. I think this method could work. You could talk to more cinemas to increase their screening schedules. That way, ’Nostalgia for Home’ viewership would certainly look good."
"Is that your solution?" He Xing’s eyebrows twitched in surprise, and he couldn’t help but mock himself inwardly for thinking Xia Ning might have had a viable idea.
His clear voice filled the spacious office, "Movie theaters have their own rules about scheduling. If we used some method to get them to schedule more showings, the money we spend might exceed our earnings."
"But..." Xia Ning pouted, her eyes reddening with grievance as she looked at He Xing, "He Xing, this is really the best idea I’ve come up with after thinking hard. The Xia Family has many cinemas under our name. I can persuade my dad to provide screenings for free, he’ll surely agree."
He Xing’s gaze wandered out the window. The city’s night wasn’t black; it was a deep shade of dark blue, tranquil. Gazing at such a night sky seemed to quiet the soul. His long eyelashes quivered as he issued another dismissal, "It’s getting late, you should head back."
"But..." Xia Ning stood up anxiously, "I heard that the banks have refused to loan to the He Group and the funds from your previous project haven’t been recovered. If your movie doesn’t generate revenue, what will you do?"
"That’s my business, and I’ll handle it," He Xing replied, his face darkening. He looked emotionless at Xia Ning, "I don’t care where you heard this information, but you must not discuss it with Fu Han."
The tone of He Xing’s voice was clearly threatening, and fear mixed with anger began to swell within Xia Ning.
Resentment gnawed at her; why was it that she was the one trying to find ways to help He Xing, yet it was Fu Han who could comfortably enjoy the affection He Xing had for her?
Xia Ning couldn’t control her emotions and dashed up to He Xing, "He Xing, do you really like Fu Han that much? But have you ever considered that if you marry Fu Han, she won’t be any help to your business, but if we were together, the Xia Group would support you wholeheartedly?"
"Don’t say such things in the future." He Xing’s eyes were still fixed on the night outside the floor-to-ceiling window, where neon lights were like tiny nightlights, his eyes.
"Why?" Xia Ning’s emotions completely collapsed. She grabbed He Xing’s sleeve and yanked it hard, "He Xing, it’s true you and Fu Han grew up together, but we grew up together too. I’ve liked you for so many years. Why can’t you give me a chance? I like you so much, much more than Fu Han."
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