Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 309: Seeking Beautiful Scenery

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Seeking Beautiful Scenery

Indeed, people shouldn’t idle about; when they do, thoughts start swirling around. Fu Han forced a wry smile, shook her head, and headed upstairs, thinking that since there was nothing to do, she might as well keep herself busy with what she did best: photography.

As long as she sought it out, the late summer and early autumn had plenty of beautiful scenery to offer.

She took her DSLR and left the villa, intending to walk up the mountain to take some photos, but hardly had she taken two steps when she heard the sound of a car horn behind her.

The He Family’s villa was at the very top of Lanwan Mountain, just beneath the Observatory, and it was uncommon for anyone to drive any further up.

Instinctively, she turned around and saw Xia Ning sitting in the passenger seat of the car that kept honking its horn.

Fu Han immediately remembered how Xia Ning had bombarded her on Whatsapp the night before. She knew Xia Ning was here to pick a fight, her many years of obsession wasted like water because of Fu Han’s marriage to He Xing.

The two of them knew each other since childhood and had been at odds from the get-go.

Once they both began to harbor feelings for He Xing, their antagonism escalated a level. Unless they avoided each other completely, any encounter would inevitably result in explosive conflict.

They had fought many times as children. As adults, they both aimed to behave like refined ladies; no longer resorting to physical fights or curses, they learned instead how to insult each other with eloquence and not a single foul word.

Now facing each other, years of grudges paraded in front of Fu Han. She tilted her head slightly upwards, looking at Xia Ning with the air of the victor, "What are you doing here? Tomorrow is the big day when I marry He Xing; feel free to come and have a few drinks."

If she could have it her way, she would never invite Xia Ning to her wedding. But since the Xia Family had saved He Xing’s life, she couldn’t exclude them. Fu Han comforted herself with the thought that it wouldn’t hurt to let Xia Ning witness her marrying He Xing with a blissful smile on her face.

As she spoke, Fu Han anticipated how Xia Ning would respond desperately, and then start another row with her.

Unexpectedly, Xia Ning just calmly instructed the driver, "Find somewhere to park and wait. Lady Fu Han and I have matters to discuss alone."

Fu Han looked at Xia Ning with some surprise but only briefly. She hadn’t expected Xia Ning to have become much more mature than before, making Fu Han’s earlier provocation seem somewhat childish.

She told herself to stay calm. The more critical the moment of deciding victory or defeat, the more crucial it was not to lose one’s composure. She acknowledged that an unscrupulous enemy like Xia Ning, even if Fu Han were married to He Xing and had children, would probably still try every way to tear them apart.

Xia Ning took the lead and walked two steps towards the mountaintop. As she stood on higher ground, she slowly turned around and looked down at Fu Han with the same expression Fu Han had just used, "What’s wrong? Don’t you dare exchange a few words with me? Are you afraid that what I say might waver your determination?"

Fu Han heard the grinding sound of her teeth, angry at how Xia Ning had turned the tables on her, skillfully igniting her rage.

Already wearing sneakers suitable for climbing, it took Fu Han just two steps to catch up with Xia Ning. On the wide mountain path, she deliberately bumped into Xia Ning, who faltered due to her high heels and ended up sitting on the ground.

"Fu Han, you’ve gone too far!" Xia Ning scrambled up, her face turning beet red.

Fu Han stuck out her tongue, devoid of any fear, and feigned concern, "Oh my, Xia Ning, did you trip? Are you okay? You better get up quickly; laying there on the ground is so unbecoming, like a toad craving swan meat."

She intentionally raised her voice with the last sentence, aiming to provoke Xia Ning.

The most common insult Xia Ning hurled at Fu Han was that her aspiration to marry He Xing was akin to a toad lusting after swan meat. Xia Ning would mock Fu Han whenever He Xing wasn’t around, causing her emotional pain.

As expected, Xia Ning’s face turned a shade of green with fury. To Fu Han’s surprise, however, Xia Ning, much steadier today, did not rush at her for revenge as usual but straightened her clothes and continued walking towards the mountaintop without glancing back at Fu Han.

There’s a saying that one should not fear a wicked enemy, but should fear one who schemes behind one’s back.

Fu Han watched Xia Ning’s receding figure and suddenly felt a bad omen; this Xia Ning was unlike any she had seen before. Could that mean this new Xia Ning was much more fearsome?

She suddenly grew afraid to follow Xia Ning further up. She turned around to look at the He Family’s calm and imposing villa, which, nestled among the trees, looked like a castle in the air. She had a strange feeling that with every step she took, she was distancing herself from the He Family.

But to simply turn and run away, to flee in the face of Xia Ning?

That was not Fu Han’s style. Even if bullied, she had to bully back, no matter the cost.

Xia Ning led the way while Fu Han followed, trailing five steps behind.

Her heart pounding wildly, Fu Han thought countless times about turning back, but each time her ridiculous pride stopped her from doing so.

Xia Ning stopped at the Observatory. The wind was strong at the mountaintop, and her waist-length hair whipped about like tendrils, reaching out from either side of her face towards Fu Han.

In that moment, Fu Han envisioned a scene in her mind: Medusa in the desert, her head covered with countless little snakes, usually decorative but ready to attack their prey with menacing ferocity.

Fu Han thought it was rather funny that even Xia Ning’s hair seemed out for her blood, fitting for her indeed.

Xia Ning meanwhile seemed to have lost the battle with her unruly hair, which she typically maintained. After rummaging through her bag, she finally secured it with a hair tie.

Catching a glimpse of Fu Han’s schadenfreude in the corner of her eye, Xia Ning sneered to herself and, like performing a magic trick, pulled out a tablet from her bag.

After flipping through the tablet, Xia Ning lifted her chin toward Fu Han, "I know you think I’m here to harass you again, but would you like to take a look at this first?"

Already on high alert, Fu Han did not sit beside Xia Ning but stood two steps away, craning her neck to look at the tablet.

Just one glance was enough to make her feel as if her heart was being pricked by needles. No, that wasn’t accurate—her pain was like someone was carving into her heart with a sharp blade.

She looked at Xia Ning, her face pale, and stammered, "Where did you get this disgusting thing from? Don’t try to fool me with it!"