Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 314: Chatting Without Meeting

Chapter 314: Chapter 314: Chatting Without Meeting

Finally, footsteps sounded outside the door, clearly those deliberately subdued to avoid disturbing Fu Han.

The last bit of strength keeping Fu Han from collapsing finally ran out. She fell to the ground, like a drifting duckweed, vulnerable to being capsized by any wave or gust.

Tears uncontrollably streamed down her face. Fu Han never knew she had so many tears, and it seemed she was growing fonder of crying; even the smallest things could make her weep like a spring.

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He Xing had been on his feet the whole day, so busy that he barely had time to eat or drink. Even his dinner had been hastily nibbled at, and now his stomach was unexpectedly growling with hunger.

He rushed back, intending to take Fu Han out for a late-night snack. He thought it would be cool for a couple to do so on the eve of their wedding—it could become a memorable moment for them in their old age.

But Fu Han was asleep, and the anticipation in He Xing’s heart was dashed. However, the thought that Fu Han would truly become his wife tomorrow made this unfulfilled expectation seem insignificant. Tomorrow’s happiness was bound to be a memory he would savor for life.

With this in mind, a smile unconsciously formed on He Xing’s face, as if none of today’s troubles had affected him negatively.

In reality, He Xing’s mood had been off all day. It was for this reason he had barely messaged Fu Han. He wondered if she would be angry?

The sound of water rushed from the bathroom, and a blurry silhouette was barely visible through the frosted glass—well-built and straight like an unbending bamboo.

He Xing looked up, the shower’s water cascading down, sliding off his cheeks before disappearing down the drain.

Today was the triannual Shareholders Meeting, and he knew it wouldn’t be straightforward, but he had underestimated the meeting’s difficulty.

Almost all shareholders were firmly against him marrying Fu Han, citing that ever since the photos of He Xing and Xia Ning "entering a hotel room" after last year’s Ultimate Photography finals leaked, He Group’s financial statements had been fluctuating erratically.

Although He Group’s stock prices had stabilized up to now, the loss over the past year was immeasurable.

The shareholders believed that the stock price fluctuations were now tied to He Xing’s personal affairs. Although he wasn’t a celebrity, he had essentially become the spokesperson for He Group, its living billboard.

Every incident involving him, Xia Ning, and Fu Han somewhat affected He Group’s stock prices; for instance, the stocks fell when He Xing and Fu Han announced their engagement. Although He Xing eventually handled the situation, the decrease in stock value was a fact and irreversible.

He Xing was practically fighting against all the shareholders alone, and despite his eloquence, he was gradually losing ground against their collective voice.

Just when He Xing was about to explode with anger, the elder Mr. He arrived. He simply stated, "Stock market fluctuations are temporary. Whether He Xing marries Fu Han or Xia Ning, He Group’s stock will fluctuate regardless. Plus, Fu Han is the only granddaughter-in-law I recognize. Their marriage is set by me personally, and no one can change that."

Although the elder Mr. He hadn’t interfered with the company’s affairs for years, his authority remained. His words carried weight, and while many shareholders were still displeased, at least none opposed him openly.

There were also overdue collections today and meetings with several partners, as if prearranged, one problem after another descended without a single issue going smoothly.

But at least by the time He Xing left work, all the problems had been resolved, even if only temporarily.

He Xing casually wrapped a bath towel around his body and stepped out of the bathroom.

A chill breeze greeted him, catching him off guard with several sneezes. Autumn wasn’t here yet, but the night breeze was already forceful.

As he was about to close the windows, he noticed his phone screen was flickering. With a sense of urgency, he picked up the phone tossed onto the bed, and as he had suspected, there was a message from Fu Han.

Opening it, he saw a heavy question from Fu Han: "He Xing, the most important thing between two people is to be honest with each other. I hope you will hide nothing from me!"

Too impatient for texting, He Xing immediately pressed the call button, but the call was rejected. Another message from Fu Han followed, "Don’t call me or come looking for me. Let’s just talk like this."

A bad premonition surfaced in his heart. He really wanted to see Fu Han, even desperately so, but since Fu Han was reluctant, he naturally wouldn’t force her.

After thinking it over, he wrote, word by word: "Xiaohan, ask me whatever you want. I promise I’ll never lie to you."

About ten minutes later, a new message from Fu Han arrived: "What do you think counts as betrayal between two people? Holding hands, hugging, kissing, or sleeping together?"

This confused He Xing. Butler Zhou had said Fu Han hadn’t left the villa all day, except for a walk with her camera after breakfast. It didn’t make sense for anything to have happened.

A feeling of unrest in He Xing’s heart swelled like an inflating balloon. After staring at his phone for a long time, he finally decided to respond cautiously: "I think emotional betrayal is more unbearable than physical betrayal because sometimes the body is beyond one’s control, but the mind is different."

After another long ten minutes, Fu Han finally replied: "Okay, I understand what you mean now. It’s late; go to sleep early. We have to get up early tomorrow."

He Xing gazed at this line on his phone for a long time. He had much to say, but Fu Han clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk. Not wanting to pressure her, he could only respond with "Good night!"

When his phone turned completely black, He Xing realized he was as cold as an ice lolly, the wind outside growing fiercer, not only drying his hair but also stripping away the last bit of warmth from his body.

He Xing hurriedly closed the windows, for the first time scared that he might catch a cold. Tomorrow was his wedding day with Fu Han, and he couldn’t afford to be ill.

Just to be safe, He Xing went downstairs to the medicine cabinet and took a couple of cold tablets.

Assured that he was okay, He Xing turned off the lights and lay in bed, covering himself with the quilt, ready to sleep. It was nearly one o’clock, and in less than five hours, he would have to wake up.