Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 233: The War of Two Women

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: The War of Two Women

Fu Han had become even more beautiful than before. She wasn’t wearing makeup, not even lipstick, yet she gave off the vibe of being fully made up—a true crystal-clear beauty.

There were many people in the cafe, and most of them had their eyes on Fu Han, a fact that drove Xia Ning mad with jealousy. She hated being ignored the most.

And it was as if she were cursed, whenever Fu Han was around, Xia Ning was the one overlooked.

She slammed her coffee cup down on the table, the light brown liquid sloshing dangerously close to spilling over the rim of the glass.

Fu Han also set down her glass. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as her grape-like eyes turned to Xia Ning, "Can you now tell me what you wanted to discuss with me?"

"I want you to leave He Xing." Xia Ning’s eyes flashed with a dark gleam, her gaze fierce.

"Why?" Fu Han was asking Xia Ning, but also herself; it was strange. Xia Ning said they were good friends and that she wouldn’t interfere with Fu Han and He Xing’s relationship, but upon hearing Xia Ning’s words, Fu Han wasn’t surprised at all.

The mask had been torn off, and there was no need for Xia Ning to pretend. She looked at Fu Han without expression, "He Xing’s company is facing huge problems. The banks aren’t giving out loans, the capital chain is broken, and I am the only one who can help him."

"So..." Fu Han smiled, shallow dimples appearing on her face, "you’re saying the price for you helping He Xing is for me to leave him and let you have him?"

She deliberately raised her voice when saying "let," and sure enough, Xia Ning’s complexion changed.

"Looks like you’re not that dumb even with amnesia." Xia Ning snorted coldly, her arms crossed as she eyed Fu Han, "I do like He Xing, but I’m not so noble as to make a wedding dress for another. Think it over for yourself. After hearing about the company’s issues, Grandpa He’s condition worsened. Even if you remember nothing, you can’t deny the nurturing debt you owe Grandpa He, right? The He Group is his lifelong endeavor. Can you bear to see all that ruined?"

Honestly, Fu Han didn’t remember He Xing, and hearing Xia Ning ask her to leave He Xing didn’t upset her much, just angered her. Whether to leave or to stay was her prerogative, and no one else had the right to dictate her actions.

But could she truly disregard Grandpa He?

After a prolonged silence, Fu Han rested her chin on her palm, staring out the window. On a distant building displayed a huge electronic screen, coincidentally showing Bai Wei’s advertisement. Despite the distance, her face was still clear and beautiful—an irresistible beauty amidst the crowd.

Phrases related to the He Group spoken by others flashed through her mind. The last thought to lock in her mind was something Fu Xingbo had said, "The He Group has either stepped on someone else’s cake or has been targeted. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be facing such a string of problems."

She remembered Fu Xingbo mentioning that He Xing was among the rare young men he knew who was composed. Despite numerous upheavals in business, family, and love, He Xing seemed unbothered, his face always showing kindness in front of Fu Han.

These words easily filled Fu Han with guilt, particularly because she couldn’t remember anything, making her feel she had let down He Xing’s deep affection.

With that thought, her eyes grew sharp, and she stared intently at Xia Ning, speaking word by word, "Don’t try to fool me here. The problems the He Group currently faces are not just about the capital chain. Who is behind all this? I won’t leave until you tell me clearly."

Xia Ning looked at Fu Han in surprise. She hadn’t expected the amnesiac Fu Han to be so discerning. She had no intention of divulging these matters, but with such an opportunity before her, should she really give it up?

Her pearly teeth left a clear bite mark on her red lips. Xia Ning’s eyes flashed with a desperate gamble as she mustered the courage to tell Fu Han, "It doesn’t matter if I tell you. In the past, He Xing offended the young master of the Yang Group for your sake. Now that man is out of jail and wants revenge, so he’s been barking like a mad dog, not letting go of He Xing."

Fu Han silently mulled over these words, not missing a single one. After reviewing it three times, she couldn’t find any flaws; it sounded very likely true. After all, He Xing was always on guard against Su Cheng, and being jealous was not something he was short of.

A chill flashed in her eyes, "Are you able to deal with this Young Master Yang?"

"Of course." Xia Ning’s sharp chin lifted, her delicate face unable to hide the triumphant look, "No one else in this world can handle him, except for me."

At that moment, Xia Ning’s face changed slightly, realizing her slip-up. She quickly blushed, trying to cover, "My father has evidence against them, just wait and see."

Fu Han keenly noticed Xia Ning’s reaction, and to guard against deception, she feigned agreement with a nod, "Alright, then let’s wait until you’ve dealt with Young Master Yang before I leave."

"What?" This time it was Xia Ning’s turn to be shocked. She stared at Fu Han, her eyes wide, "What if I deal with Young Master Yang and you go back on your word?"

"It’s not just Young Master Yang that He Xing is facing, is it? And the capital chain problem, you’re the only one who can handle it, right? What are you afraid of, my backing out?" Fu Han looked at Xia Ning disdainfully, mimicking her posture, but inside, she was trembling, worried Xia Ning would see through her false bravado.

The two women faced off in silence, as if invisible blades and swords surrounded them, engendered with layer upon layer of murderous intent, endless and inexhaustible.

After who knows how long, Xia Ning was the first to look away, "Fine, I can take care of Young Master Yang first, but the day I do, you must leave immediately."

"Deal." Fu Han’s response came quickly. Her emotions were incredibly complex at that moment—there was relief, an indescribable pain, and above all, a convoluted mix of feelings.

But if it was fated for her to leave He Xing again, her amnesia might be another form of mercy from the heavens.

...

He Xing stood looking at the multi-story building ahead, its top adorned with a massive sign, a bank’s logo.

He had just left that bank. It was the fifth one he had visited today, yet none were willing to give a loan.

Indeed, in the business world, there are many who would add flowers to the brocade, but few who would give charcoal in the snowy weather; plenty seek to pull you off your horse, but few would give you a hand when you’re underestimated.

He adjusted his tie, exposing part of his collarbone. That distinctly visible collarbone made his figure appear all the more slender.

There’s an unspoken rule in the A-city business circle, if these five banks refuse to lend, it means that the enterprise is not far from bankruptcy, and all financiers would be unwilling to finance.