Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 310: Heartache to the Point of Being Unable to Breathe

Chapter 310: Chapter 310: Heartache to the Point of Being Unable to Breathe

"Whether you’re lying to yourself, you know best!" Xia Ning’s lips curled into a cruel smile as she slid her finger across the screen, and a sultry voice emanated from the tablet.

The scene on the screen was particularly eye-piercing; two bare, naked bodies were embracing each other, writhing on the bed in a desperately intimate display.

The screen was almost filled with a blur of flesh, but because the angle of the shot was oblique, their profiles were still clearly visible.

The woman below had her long hair spread out like seaweed on the stark white pillow, her face glistening with sweat and flushed red with exertion, yet her beauty was undeniable. It was Xia Ning, who else could it be, sitting right in front of Fu Han at this moment?

And the man above, even just from the side, had cheeks even more delicate than Xia Ning’s, a profile even deeper, and a straight nose bridge with eyebrows that slanted into his temples, giving his exquisite face not a hint of femininity, the sort of man who was stunning to the extreme.

This was the man that Fu Han had etched into her bones, the only man she had ever truly loved in her life, and the one she was supposed to marry tomorrow—He Xing.

But now, the man she had treasured in her heart was frolicking in bed with another woman.

Fu Han snatched the tablet, her eyes fixed on the man on the screen, trying to find even the slightest flaw that would prove it wasn’t He Xing, but a substitute Xia Ning found to destroy her relationship with him.

Xia Ning let Fu Han clutch the tablet, the triumph barely contained in her eyes. She folded her arms and looked at Fu Han with pride, "Fu Han, I originally didn’t want to show you these things, but since you’re heartless, don’t blame me. When He Xing’s company was in crisis, I agreed to save him. Do you remember the price you offered?"

"Of course, I remember," Fu Han forced out each word through clenched teeth.

"Hmph, you remember our deal, yet you still ran back to marry big brother He Xing?" Xia Ning glared at Fu Han with eyes full of fire, and with her exaggerated expression, she resembled a terrifying demoness: "For big brother He Xing, I personally sent Yang Kaitai to jail, I took out all the money from my mother’s fund to help big brother He Xing through the hardship, but what about you? You waited until all the crises were dealt with and then you came back to enjoy the success. Don’t you feel ashamed?"

Faced with Xia Ning’s accusations, Fu Han for the first time felt speechless. Indeed, even though it happened during Fu Han’s amnesia, it was an undeniable fact that she had made that deal with Xia Ning in all earnestness.

Was she now supposed to tell Xia Ning that she had only agreed to come back because old Mr. He’s days were numbered, and she wanted to fulfill the old man’s last wish?

That was indeed the reason she came back from M Country, but now, at least until the second before she saw the video Xia Ning held, Fu Han had genuinely wanted to marry He Xing, and she had truly accepted his proposal yesterday.

So, in the end, it was she who had broken her word.

With this thought, Fu Han cleared her throat uncomfortably, "I know I didn’t keep the promise, and I want to apologize to you for that."

It was truly the first time that Fu Han was willing to apologize to Xia Ning, although she knew that her words wouldn’t earn Xia Ning’s forgiveness.

As expected, Xia Ning was provoked by those three words. She flung Fu Han’s hand away furiously, "What’s the use of saying that to me? If you really had any honor, you should leave A City at once and never come back."

The wind at the mountaintop grew more intense, and Fu Han’s high ponytail danced in the breeze like a rigid stick, causing a faint pain when it whipped across her neck.

Leaves swirled in the wind, green, yellow, and brown, filling the air with beauty. But anyone looking at the half-bare branches might be reminded of a desolate scene under the chilly autumn wind.

Xia Ning placed the tablet on a stone bench, the video of her and He Xing’s athletic performance playing over and over, so glaring that Fu Han almost wished to be blind. Fortunately, the wind was so strong that the tablet’s sound was muffled, sparing Fu Han’s ears from being tormented repeatedly.

Her eyes scanned the woods, but she couldn’t spot a single bird, let alone butterflies flitting among the flowers. Of course, with autumn here and the flowers scarce, butterflies wouldn’t be easily found.

Finally, Fu Han’s gaze landed back on Xia Ning, her complexion pale and bloodless, clearly etching the word ’heartbroken’ on her face; but the determination in her eyes was carved in stone: "Xia Ning, I know I breached the contract first, but I must marry He Xing."

"What?" Xia Ning’s eyes went wide in astonishment, her venomous gaze fixed on Fu Han as if looking at a sworn enemy: "Fu Han, I used to think although you were materialistic, you at least had some dignity. Now, I think aside from money, you care for nothing. You saw that He Xing and I had become husband and wife in all but name, and you still want to marry He Xing? Do you have no shame?"

Fu Han thought after more than a decade of sparring with Xia Ning, she had become immune to her words, but hearing her now, Fu Han still felt her whole body shake with rage.

All her strength was channelled to resist what Xia Ning was saying right then, her teeth almost shattered, but she spoke in a detached tone, "Regardless of what kind of person I am, that’s my business, not yours; as for you and He Xing’s affair..."

Fu Han paused, her lips turning a bruised color, "Your affair with He Xing is none of my business. If you want someone to take responsibility, you should find him."

Xia Ning never expected Fu Han to react this way. In the past, if Fu Han saw her getting a little too close to He Xing, she would explode with rage; today she actually...

Realizing something, Xia Ning looked towards Fu Han, clearly seeing her hands uncontrollably shaking, a sign that the painstakingly crafted video wasn’t entirely ineffective.

With a disdainful snort, Xia Ning glared at Fu Han: "You stole the place that should’ve been mine. Of course, I should come to you. Fu Han, I know you only married big brother He Xing for the money. Well, how about this? Give me a price. How much do you need to leave him?"

Fu Han’s lips were bitten till they bled, a sweet metallic taste swirling in her throat, rage simmering within yet her face remained frosty, "Then what do you think He Xing is worth?"