Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 260: One Person Provokes Everyone’s Dissatisfaction

Chapter 260: Chapter 260: One Person Provokes Everyone’s Dissatisfaction

He Xing immediately turned around, his face full of concern as he asked, "Xiaohan, what’s wrong?"

Fu Han’s eyes suddenly felt a bit sour, and she sniffled, trying hard to muster a small smile: "It’s nothing, I mean, Wang Yixuan is just like that, with a mouth that begs to be punched, but actually, he’s a really good person, he’s my..."

After a moment of thought, Fu Han chose her words carefully before speaking again: "He’s just a normal friend of mine, and he hasn’t shown any intention of pursuing me, so don’t think too much about it."

"Really?" He Xing turned his head to look at Wang Yixuan. The latter scoffed coldly without saying anything, which counted as neither a denial nor a confirmation.

The tension in He Xing’s back relaxed instantly, and his heart felt like a stream flowing gently, the emotion of joy carried along by the waters.

His happiness wasn’t because Wang Yixuan wasn’t pursuing Fu Han, but because Fu Han had explained this matter to him. He knew that girls only explain themselves to those they consider important; the reason he had been guarded against Wang Yixuan wasn’t that he thought Wang Yixuan could take Fu Han away, but because Wang Yixuan had found Fu Han before him, which was enough to make He Xing pay attention.

Su Cheng’s mood, however, had not improved at all because, to his annoyance, Nan Qing had actually started chatting with Wang Yixuan. She had taken out her sketchbook, which she carried with her, and was eagerly discussing it with him.

Seeing that Fu Han and He Xing had already walked ahead, Su Cheng’s expression turned exceedingly ugly. He snatched the sketchbook from Nan Qing’s hands with a very poor tone: "It’s so late, why aren’t you hurrying up?"

Nan Qing ignored Su Cheng, giving Wang Yixuan an apologetic smile: "I have some things to take care of and need to leave first. We can exchange pointers another day."

The white Audi raced through the night in City A, the neon lights and streets rapidly retreating, while the pedestrians on the road blurred like they were part of a special effect.

The world outside the car was like a fast-forwarded movie, a blur where nothing was clear; yet the viewer of this movie appeared extraordinarily distinct, as if the pause button had been pressed.

Su Cheng drove with an expressionless face, his eyes staring ahead as if harboring deep animosity.

He had glancingly noticed from the corner of his eye that ever since Nan Qing got into the car, she had been staring at her phone, her slender fingers tapping swiftly on the keyboard, her lips always curved in a smile.

Su Cheng finally, sadly came to the realization of a fact — that trying to make Nan Qing notice he was upset was almost an impossible task.

He floored the gas pedal, and the car suddenly accelerated.

Nan Qing lurched forward due to inertia, her forehead meeting the dashboard in a close encounter; she clutched her forehead in pain: "Su Cheng, what kind of driving is this?"

Finally forcing Nan Qing to speak up, Su Cheng’s bottled-up anger seemed to find an outlet as he scoffed coldly: "You have the nerve to ask me? It’s because you were playing with your phone in the car and not watching the road."

"But I..." Nan Qing’s face was full of helplessness: "It’s not like I’m the one driving, why can’t I use my phone?"

That comment left Su Cheng speechless, and it took him a while before he finally managed to come up with a response: "It’s easy to get distracted driving at night, and sitting in the passenger seat should mean helping me keep an eye out."

"Well, I shouldn’t," Nan Qing, still indignant about her forehead’s collision with the dashboard, retorted angrily: "I’ve always done whatever I wanted when you drove, and it’s the same now. I’m busy; just drive safely."

Su Cheng was so angry he was fuming, yet he was helpless to do anything about it.

As they were about to arrive home, Su Cheng could no longer contain himself and spoke again, his words laced with sarcasm: "So, what is it that you’re busy with? Who are you chatting with?"

Anger covered Nan Qing’s round face, and she turned her head to glare at Su Cheng: "I’m chatting with Wang Yixuan. What business is it of yours?"

Su Cheng was about to explode with fury but found himself speechless.

Indeed, what right did he have to interfere with Nan Qing? Not long ago, his greatest wish was for Nan Qing to get married quickly so their parents would stop trying to set them up, but why was he now so agitated?

Moreover, Luo Qinghe had also liked Nan Qing before and at that time, Su Cheng hadn’t been angry, so why did he now feel such enmity toward Wang Yixuan?

The Audi stopped accurately in front of Nan Qing’s villa. Nan Qing got out of the car, said goodbye, and left, not even giving Su Cheng a second glance, her attitude extremely perfunctory.

Su Cheng watched as Nan Qing entered her home before he started the car again and drove towards his own house nearby.

The servant, seeing Su Cheng’s return, excitedly rushed upstairs to inform Mr. and Mrs. Huangpu.

Both, clad in pajamas and slippers, were happy to see Su Cheng, although Mr. Huangpu quickly concealed his joy. Mrs. Huangpu was already trotting over: "Su Cheng, why didn’t you tell mom and dad you were coming today? Have you had dinner? Shall I have someone make you a late-night snack?"

Su Cheng turned his head to avoid his mother’s touch, his expression growing colder: "I was just dropping Nan Qing off at her place. I was too lazy to drive back to the city, so I decided to stay the night and will leave in the morning."

"Su Cheng, can’t you move back in to live with us?" Mrs. Huangpu forcefully sat Su Cheng down, pleading earnestly: "You’re our only child, do you really plan to be angry with us forever and never bother with us again?"

Su Cheng’s gaze softened a bit, and he sighed before speaking in a low voice: "I can’t persuade you, so it’s better not to see and not to be upset. You two can do whatever you like."

Ever since Xia Ning’s engagement day, today was the first time Su Cheng had come back, admittedly also to give Nan Qing a lift on his way, but deep down he was still worried about his parents and wanted to see them again.

Mr. Huangpu had been taking measured steps downstairs but stopped when Mrs. Huangpu had reminded him before descending the stairs that their son had finally come home and urged him not to lose his temper.

Yet hearing Su Cheng’s words now, Mr. Huangpu’s anger surged, and he couldn’t hold back anymore, grunting with irritation: "The business world is full of complexities—you’re just a kid, what do you know? Your mother and I have our own considerations, so don’t worry yourself about it."

"I shouldn’t worry?" Su Cheng, like a little wolf dog whose tail had been stepped on, trembled with anger: "Do you have any idea that Yang Kaitai has been arrested? If he’s been approved for arrest, it means he’s definitely guilty. If he names you two, I’d like to see what you’ll do!"

"Why start arguing again the minute you two see each other?" Mrs. Huangpu hurriedly pulled Mr. Huangpu back, preventing him from continuing.

Then, with a smile plastered on her face, she said to Su Cheng: "We appreciate your concern, but rest assured, Yang Kaitai won’t turn us in."

Hearing this news brought not a trace of joy to Su Cheng; instead, his brow furrowed deeply, and he said irritably: "What have you done to keep Yang Kaitai from turning you in? Resorted to violence?"