Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 341: Living with Transparency

Chapter 341: Chapter 341: Living with Transparency

Fu Han stared out the window, imagining the osmanthus and realized she had no heart to think about anything else. As soon as her attention drifted, she couldn’t help but wonder how Su Cheng and Luo Qinghe were doing now.

She knew full well that these two men were in this situation entirely because of her and Bai Wei. She also understood what He Xing’s hesitant gaze meant before. If she and Bai Wei were willing to let Xia Cheng and Xia Ning go, they would let Su Cheng and Luo Qinghe off the hook as well.

But when she thought about what Xia Cheng had done to her yesterday, Fu Han felt a terrible discomfort. Letting them go was not an option; the fury in her heart would never subside.

Outside, the wind howled relentlessly. It had been sunny in the morning, but now it had turned overcast.

Bai Qian stood up to close the window. With a gentle smile on her face, she turned and said, "Xiaohan, Xiaowei, would you like some water? I’ll go get you some."

"I want an iced milk tea," Bai Wei said petulantly, watching Bai Qian. "Will you go buy it for us?"

"Of course, why not?" Bai Qian showed no sign of discouragement. Instead, she put her phone in her small crossbody bag and prepared to really go out and buy it, laughing as she asked Fu Han, "Xiaohan, what flavor of milk tea would you like?"

Fu Han was momentarily taken aback, automatically responding, "Honey grapefruit tea."

By the time she came to her senses, Bai Qian had already left the ward, leaving only Bai Wei and Fu Han in the room.

Bai Wei sneaked over to the door, looking around furtively before settling down beside Fu Han. "Fu Han, what do you make of this situation?"

Fu Han sighed, "You deliberately sent your aunt away because you have something to tell me, right?"

A blush crossed Bai Wei’s cheeks, and she coughed awkwardly before silently nodding. "Fu Han, you’re really smart, but sometimes I think you’re not that smart. Maybe I should say, you’re a person who lives with clarity."

Fu Han smiled, and only after did she realize that Bai Wei couldn’t see her expression. She cocked her head and spoke cheerfully, "Then I’ll take it as a compliment."

"Of course, it’s a compliment." Bai Wei laughed along, and when she did, she was quite charming, like a flower blooming in an instant, the most beautiful among a throng of blossoms.

But after the laughter, Bai Wei hung her head. "Fu Han, what I’m about to say may be cruel. If it hurts you, I want to apologize first. Is that alright?"

Fu Han’s heart sank, but she quickly composed herself, patting Bai Wei on the shoulder: "Actually, you don’t need to tell me, I know what you want to say. You mean to say we should forgive Xia Ning and Xia Cheng, and then ask them to let Luo Qinghe and Su Cheng go, right?"

"I..." Bai Wei’s face turned thoroughly red as if her guilt and shame were almost written on her forehead. "Fu Han, I just asked my agent, and she said that if Xia Cheng and Xia Ning were beaten by us, that’s self-defense; if beaten by Luo Qinghe and Su Cheng, then it’s intentional assault."

Fu Han, though not very clear on the law, understood the simple truth and nodded, her mind already made up.

However, before she could speak, Bai Wei cut in again, "Fu Han, I know you were more hurt than I was yesterday, and I know Xia Cheng almost offended you. But I really can’t just watch as Luo Qinghe is taken away by the police. Do you understand what I’m saying?"

Fu Han nodded again and was about to speak.

Just then, suddenly, a voice rang out—no, the voices of two middle-aged women. One was calling Fu Han’s name, the other Bai Wei’s name.

As they looked towards the door, the visitors turned out to be Luo Qiluo and the Madam of Huangpu Group, one being Luo Qinghe’s mother, and the other Su Cheng’s wife.

"Hello, Aunt," said Fu Han and Bai Wei in unison, greeting the newcomers. They exchanged glances, both reading remorse in the other’s eyes.

The Madam of Huangpu Group strode in first, pointing an accusing finger at Fu Han: "Fu Han, you little bitch, haven’t you caused my son enough trouble? To what extent do you intend to harm him? To see him jailed? No, you probably wish him dead!"

Such harsh accusations were too heavy for anyone to bear. Fu Han swayed slightly, nearly collapsing.

Luckily, Bai Wei supported her, facing down the Madam of Huangpu Group with a cold expression, "Aunt, that’s not how you should talk. Fu Han never planned to harm Su Cheng, and today’s situation wasn’t caused by her. Please, don’t spout slander."

"Slander?" The Madam of Huangpu Group laughed furiously, her hands on her hips as she towered over Fu Han, "Since we’re on this topic, Fu Han, let me ask you this, if it weren’t for you, would Su Cheng be with Nan Qing right now?"

Fu Han had asked herself that question many times, especially when she witnessed Su Cheng repeatedly hurting Nan Qing.

She met the Madam’s eyes, unflinching: "Yes, I also believe that without me, they would be living happily together."

"So, you knew all along!" The Madam’s face turned livid, her finger nearly poking Fu Han’s forehead. "Then tell me this, if not for you, wouldn’t the Huangpu Group and Nangong Group have a close relationship right now? Wouldn’t Su Cheng be the likely successor of both groups?"

Fu Han had never considered this question. To her, love, friendship, and freedom were far more important than money. She hardly ever associated Su Cheng with the term "successor" of the Huangpu Group.

Besides, both Su Cheng and Nan Qing despised the term, resisting entering their family businesses. One opening a Media Company, and the other a gallery, proved as much.

Disgusted by the question, Fu Han’s tone grew less amiable: "Aunt, that’s between the Huangpu and Nangong Groups. I do not know, nor have the right to think about who their successor should be."

The Madam’s eyes bulged, taken aback at Fu Han’s response. She had used the tone she reserved for disciplining subordinates on Fu Han, who had initially listened as obediently as her staff. But how quickly had she learned to resist?

Without turning around, the Madam could almost feel Luo Qiluo’s schadenfreude gaze.

Yes, they had agreed to come together to find trouble for Fu Han and Bai Wei, but who said travelling in pairs meant they were allies?

Excluding the dominant He Group, the other three top families of A City were at odds underneath the surface camaraderie.

Judged on overall strength, the Nangong Group was the weakest of the top four families. Moreover, Mr. and Mrs. Nangong had comparatively mild temperaments, rendering them neutral in these affairs.