Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 342: The Noble Lady’s Open and Secret Struggles

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: The Noble Lady’s Open and Secret Struggles

As for the Li Family and the Huangpu Family, they were evenly matched, each having tried over the years to claim the title of the second greatest family in A City, and in so doing, neither group had spared the other from their open and covert battles.

In the end, they maintained a facade of amiability, but behind the scenes, they did not hesitate to trip each other up; fortunately, they both had a sense of measure, and the occasional sparks between them generally amounted to the chairmen’s wives competing in beauty or the chairmen vying for the best seats at events, or at most, they would exchange a few barbed words face-to-face to give each other a silent loss.

The Chairman’s wife of the Huangpu Group, also the Finance Director, had always believed she was far superior to Luo Qiluo, who she perceived as pretending to be gentle or acting younger than her age every day; at least, she was not relying on a man.

How could she tolerate Luo Qiluo enjoying the spectacle at this moment?

"Fu Han, who do you think you are? How dare you speak to me like that?" the Huangpu Chairman’s wife’s face turned purple, resembling a boiled pig liver, and as she spoke, she slapped Fu Han across the face.

Fu Han watched helplessly as the palm swung toward her, not expecting the Chairman’s wife of the Huangpu family to strike at the drop of a hat, a move utterly unbefitting her status, which caused her to freeze and forget to dodge.

Luckily, Bai Wei had been on guard by Fu Han’s side since they entered, and she had been keeping an eye on the Huangpu Chairman’s wife’s actions, and at that critical moment, she accurately intercepted the hand, holding it tightly: "Auntie, talk is talk, but what do you mean by getting physical?"

The Huangpu Chairman’s wife tried to retract her hand, but despite her efforts, she couldn’t, which was surprising given that Bai Wei was an injured person.

She looked at Bai Wei in shock and anger: "Aren’t you going to let go? What are you planning to do, hit me?"

Bai Wei scoffed disdainfully, "I wouldn’t stoop to hitting anyone. Otherwise, if some malicious person made a fuss to the journalists, wouldn’t I then be at a loss for words?"

After saying this, Bai Wei shook off the hand, and before she could react, the Huangpu Chairman’s wife stumbled backward several steps, nearly falling over. She stood up awkwardly, unable to bear it any longer, and yelled at the ever-graceful Luo Qiluo, "Luo Qiluo, have you had your fill of the show? Have you forgotten what you came here for?"

These ladies of the upper-class society, despite their constant squabbles, were very exclusive, and they could show great solidarity during an external invasion, as was the case at this moment.

Luo Qiluo, swaying her waist seductively toward Bai Wei, was as usual dressed in an elegant Cheongsam, her figure as lithe as ever, not conceding in any way even to women in their twenties.

She sized up Bai Wei from head to toe, her scrutiny clearly etched on her face. After inspecting her, she spoke in a pinched voice, "Bai Wei, what bad luck has befallen my son to have met you, and now you’ve even landed him in jail. To what extent do you plan to harm him before you’re satisfied?"

Facing her future mother-in-law, Bai Wei’s confidence shrank in Luo Qiluo’s presence, the color draining visibly from her face. She began to speak somewhat anxiously, "Auntie, please don’t worry, we are already looking into this matter, just wait a little longer..."

"Wait for what? You fix this immediately and get the police to release Luo Qinghe." Luo Qiluo was the typical type who wouldn’t let go when she had the upper hand, especially since Bai Wei was not only the girlfriend of her son but also the daughter of her husband’s dream lover. Regardless of either identity, Luo Qiluo was determined not to like Bai Wei.

Fu Han watched coldly, feeling a rise of anger. Luo Qiluo was too much of a bully.

Unable to tolerate it any longer, she stepped forward to shield Bai Wei and looked up slightly at Luo Qiluo, "Auntie, do you think Bai Wei isn’t upset? Before you all arrived, she’s been trying to find a solution, and we have already..."

She originally wanted to say, "We have already figured out how to handle it," but Luo Qiluo couldn’t bear being contradicted by Fu Han and rudely interrupted, "Upset? What’s the use of being upset? Can your distress save Luo Qinghe?"

Turning to Bai Wei, she said contemptuously, "Bai Wei, let me ask you, weren’t you just slapped a couple of times by Xia Ning and Xia Cheng? Luo Qinghe has already taken revenge for you, so why did you even bother calling the police? Are you deliberately trying to harm Luo Qinghe?"

Not wanting to be outdone, the Huangpu Chairman’s wife chimed in, "Exactly, if Luo Qinghe really does go to jail, will you wait for him to get out? You’re a superstar with plenty of admirers, and if Luo Qinghe really ends up in prison, that would ruin his reputation. By then, you’ll have destroyed his life."

Bai Wei’s teeth bit tightly into her lips, with clear teeth marks appearing, and blood almost seeping out, but she clenched her jaw and remained silent.

Fu Han knew the reason Bai Wei refused to speak was that she and Bai Wei had not come to a final decision before Luo Qiluo and the Huangpu Chairman’s wife arrived.

She knew Bai Wei would rather suffer herself than let Luo Qinghe be taken away by the police, but it was for Fu Han’s sake that Bai Wei had been withstanding the pressure from Luo Qiluo.

Fu Han gazed at the ceiling, where the pristine white surface bore a tiny red dot, small as a grain of rice, which from a distance, looked rather bright, even pretty.

But upon closer inspection, Fu Han realized it was actually a bloodstain, whose it was, or when it had gotten there, she didn’t know; it looked somewhat revolting.

While the unpleasant words of Luo Qiluo and the Huangpu Chairman’s wife poured out like buckets, a hint of Bai Wei’s trembling could be felt. Upon closer observation, Bai Wei’s fingernails could be seen pressing relentlessly into her palm, seemingly unmindful of the pain.

Fu Han felt emotions churning tumultuously within her, at times wanting to ignore everything outside, at times considering just letting it all go, wondering why bother with all the entanglements.

To her, stepping back would certainly not open up a vast new world, yet if she were to step back, it might solve many people’s problems.

Regardless of her reluctance, just the previous day, in a state of sorrow and anger and without allowing the police to collect evidence, she wiped the skin that Xia Cheng had touched countless times, and although his fingerprints were still on her clothes, the strength of her allegation had diminished considerably.

The police had made it clear to Fu Han the previous day that all controls must be based on existing evidence; without it, her words could only serve as corroborative evidence.

If that was the case, it might be better to just make things easier for others.

Fu Han reached under the bed and grabbed her phone, dialing a number, "Hello, Officer, this is Fu Han..."

The previously rowdy ward suddenly fell silent, with six eyes from the three individuals all fixed on Fu Han, each wearing a different expression.

Bai Wei showed surprise and guilt; the Huangpu Chairman’s wife displayed astonishment and delight; while Luo Qiluo’s expression was the simplest, sheer happiness.