Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 243: Inspiration for Writing Songs

Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Inspiration for Writing Songs

All the messages were sent by He Xing.

"Xiaohan, where are you?"

"Xiaohan, why aren’t you answering the phone?"

"Xiaohan, don’t go. Wait for me at the airport; I’ll be right there to pick you up!"

Tears slid down Fu Han’s cheeks. She had thought it all through; she remembered nothing and was a free person. She only liked He Xing a little bit, and what she wished for even more was to travel around and see different sceneries.

But why, at the thought of never seeing He Xing again in the future, did she feel so sad that even breathing became painful?

"Hey, are you crying?" Suddenly a voice came from in front of her.

Fu Han rubbed her eyes and looked up, stopping her tears in surprise. This person... wasn’t this the pianist she had met once at the restaurant, the day He Xing had invited her for dinner?

The man smiled, revealing a set of white, neat teeth, and his mouth formed a heart shape with two obvious dimples at the corners. He extended his right hand in a friendly gesture, "Hello, my name is Wang Yixuan. May I ask for your name?"

Fu Han, befuddled, reached out her hand, "My name is Fu Han."

Wang Yixuan lightly touched her hand and then immediately let go. His bright, shining eyes stared unwaveringly at Fu Han, "Why are you crying? Where is your boyfriend? Why isn’t he with you?"

He shouldn’t have mentioned it. At his words, Fu Han’s tears burst forth again, streaming down her face as she tried to laugh, "I’m fine, just a little upset. Don’t mind me; I’ll be okay in a moment."

Wang Yixuan nodded, sat down again, but less than a minute later he got up, still leaning on the backrest of the chair, looking at Fu Han, "Here, this is for you." He was holding out a tissue.

"Thank you." Fu Han really didn’t want to deal with anyone at the moment, yet this Wang Yixuan seemed completely oblivious, continuing to lean on the chair and watch her, his beautiful eyes full of curiosity and a bit of... pity.

At the moment when Fu Han’s tears seemed uncontrollable, she had thought to just let it all out, to cry unrestrainedly for He Xing one last time. But now, with someone staring at her with wide eyes, she truly couldn’t cry.

In a huff, she wiped her tears fiercely, glaring at him irritably, "This is my business, what does it have to do with you?"

"It doesn’t, really." Wang Yixuan’s smile deepened, and he shrugged nonchalantly, "I was just curious about the reason for your tears, maybe I could even write a song about it."

Fu Han’s slight fondness for him dissipated entirely. Her expression chilled as she said without any emotion, "Sorry, it’s none of your business."

"Tell me what happened," Wang Yixuan didn’t give up, his clear voice ringing out, "That day your boyfriend had me play the Wedding March for you. Didn’t he propose to you that day? Or is there a problem with your relationship? It makes no sense; it’s only been a few days."

At the words "Wedding March," her heart felt as if struck by a thunderclap, the pain making her feel as though her bones were about to fall apart.

So that night, he had actually intended to... But why hadn’t he said anything afterward? Was it because her attitude had been too poor?

Fu Han couldn’t figure it out. She couldn’t force herself not to think about it and simply closed her eyes, refusing to look at Wang Yixuan any longer. She really didn’t want to speak.

...

The Huangpu family villa.

Su Cheng returned home through the dark evening. The servant greeted him enthusiastically upon seeing him: "Young Master, are you back for dinner? The master and mistress will certainly be pleased if they knew. I’ll go and inform them right now."

"No need." Su Cheng stopped the servant with a blank expression, "Where are my parents? I’ll just go find them myself."

"The master and mistress should be in the kitchen right now." The servant didn’t dare to say more upon seeing his unsmiling face, bowing his head and answering Su Cheng’s question without daring to look at him again.

Without saying another word, Su Cheng headed directly toward the study room upstairs. The second-floor corridor was deserted, and the door to the study room was tightly shut.

Standing at the door hesitating whether to knock, he decided to try the doorknob, and to his surprise, it twisted open.

Inside the study room, Mr. and Mrs. Huangpu were watching TV, and the screen was showing images of Yang Kaitai being taken away, their expressions somber.

When they heard the knock, they looked back together. Upon seeing Su Cheng, both their expressions shifted. Mr. Huangpu’s first reaction was to turn off the TV, while Mrs. Huangpu tried to laugh awkwardly as she stood up to greet Su Cheng, "Su Cheng, you’re back? I’ll have the chef prepare some of your favorite dishes."

"What exactly have you done?" Su Cheng spoke out abruptly, his face showing anger, and a hint of concern that wasn’t easily noticeable.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Huangpu laughed, trying hard to seem joyful, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes, revealing their forced merriment.

"How long are you going to keep up this act?" Su Cheng’s face darkened as he coldly regarded his parents, "Do you really think I don’t know anything? Others may not see it, but can’t I recognize my own parents? In the photos of Yang Kaitai today, I saw both of you. Don’t tell me you were just going to have tea with him."

The complexion of Mr. and Mrs. Huangpu changed drastically. They looked at each other, and Mrs. Huangpu was the one who spoke, "Su Cheng, besides you, who else knows about this?"

"Who can I tell? I might not be the obedient son you have in mind, but at least I wouldn’t push my own parents into the fire," Su Cheng said with an ashen face, looking at them, "For your own sake, I advise you to surrender yourselves before it’s traced back to you!"

"Surrender what? We haven’t done anything illegal." Mr. Huangpu was furious, glaring at Su Cheng, "In your eyes, is it that your mother and I can’t distinguish right from wrong, driven only by profit?"

Su Cheng fell silent, and the study room sank into silence as well.

About two minutes later, Su Cheng managed a slight smile, "Perhaps you aren’t as driven by profit as I thought, but you’re also not as honorable as you claim to be. Otherwise, why would you use Fu Han to threaten me for the sake of the corporation?"

"You still can’t forget that woman, can you?" Mr. Huangpu burst out, his finger nearly jabbing Su Cheng’s forehead, "Nan Qing told her parents that you two are in a relationship now. The Nangong family is providing significant support to the Huangpu family right now. If you do anything to upset Nan Qing at this critical moment, I will not let you off!"

"What did you say?" Su Cheng’s pupils contracted sharply in surprise, his shock unhidden, "Nan Qing told her parents that?"