Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 358: No Longer Valued After Acquisition

Chapter 358: Chapter 358: No Longer Valued After Acquisition

Xia Ning was so frightened that her whole body trembled, yet even so, she bit her teeth and mustered all her strength to look at He Xing, silently persevering.

People bustled back and forth in the hallway. Perhaps it was Xia Ning’s face that was overly colorful, or perhaps it was He Xing’s face that was too captivating not to look at, for they attracted nearly a hundred percent rate of second glances.

As if a century had gone by, He Xing finally averted his gaze. He turned and headed toward the hospital entrance, his voice cold as he said, "I’ll take you back, but if you make a big fuss about this incident, I won’t be afraid of you!"

"Never, absolutely never." Xia Ning had to jog to keep up with He Xing’s pace. Once outside the hospital, the cold wind blew, and she realized her back was already soaked with sweat. Thinking back to the encounter just now, she still felt a lingering fear in her heart.

But the thought of He Xing being willing to take her home made Xia Ning feel that it was all worth it.

The Lamborghini raced along the road, the sound of the tires friction against the asphalt loud enough to turn heads, with some even pulling out their phones to take pictures.

Xia Ning was one of them. With He Xing’s eyes fixed on the road ahead, driving with an expressionless face, she couldn’t help but take her phone out and snap away at him.

In fact, He Xing had noticed already, but he was too lazy to stop her. His many years of experience had taught him that it was pointless to do so; Xia Ning would always seize any chance to take photos with him and pair each photo with some thought-provoking words before posting them to her social circle.

At a red light, the Lamborghini came to a gradual stop. He Xing slowly turned his head to look at Xia Ning, who was still taking pictures. Seeing He Xing turn around, she hurriedly snapped a few more shots, then put her phone away with an embarrassed smile.

There was a fleeting look of contempt in He Xing’s eyes. His cold voice broke the silence, "You said you’d explain about the recording at my wedding. Can you tell me now?"

Xia Ning, who was still pleased about having taken a selfie with He Xing, abruptly felt her joy sour into sadness. Her heart pounded fiercely, her face squeezing out an awkward smile: "He Xing, brother, can you give me more time? I... I need to..."

She stammered on and on, unable to articulate her thoughts clearly.

He Xing’s scarce patience had run out, and by now the light had turned green. He pressed the accelerator to the floor, and the car shot out like an arrow released from the bow.

At the same time He Xing’s emotionless voice rang out again: "Xia Ning, do you think I’m a fool? Or do you believe that because your mother saved my life, no matter what the Xia Family does, I won’t blame you?"

"I... I don’t think that!" Xia Ning’s face was ashen, practically broadcasting her guilt. She was clearly implying that she did believe He Xing wouldn’t ignore her, given the favor of having his life saved.

"Hmph!" He Xing scoffed. It was not a loud sound, but Xia Ning felt as though it was a thunderclap exploding inside her head, leaving her shaking all over.

Then He Xing’s voice came once more: "Xia Ning, I’ll tell you again, I only like Fu Han, and I will only marry Fu Han in this lifetime. You ruined my wedding with that recording; I will not forgive that. You and Xia Cheng hurt Fu Han so badly; I will not forgive that either."

"He Xing, brother..." Xia Ning called out softly, her body already shaking. Her face was bloodless, and she looked as though she had lost her soul, an image of pitiable sorrow.

Yet He Xing had no intention of showing her any pity. He kept his expressionless gaze fixed on the road ahead, as if the person sitting next to him was just air.

The Xia Family villa was in a high-end villa area in the suburbs. The closer they got, the fewer cars there were on the road, until eventually they saw another car only every few minutes.

He Xing’s car came to a steady stop outside the villa area. His eyes peered out the window, his tone as icy as the marrow of his bones: "We’re here, you can get out."

Xia Ning had exerted all effort, even going so far as to shed her pretense to threaten He Xing, all to persuade him to give her a lift. Yet in the end, she had made no progress and had only been reprimanded by He Xing. How could she be content with that?

With this in mind, Xia Ning wore the sweet smile that she had practiced a thousand times in front of the mirror and said in a coy voice, "He Xing, brother, you must be tired from the past few days. Why don’t you come to my house and rest for a while? I’ll have the cook make you something delicious."

"No need, I won’t go!" He Xing’s icy gaze fell on Xia Ning, as if he was looking at a stranger: "You can relay a message to your father and brother for me. I’m aware of the tactics you normally employ. I’ve just been too lazy to bother with them, but Fu Han is my limit. I’ll remember all that you’ve done to her; I’ll also remember the life-saving favor from Aunt Du Wanting. But from now on, unless it’s a matter of life and death for the Xia Family and Xia Group, I will not get involved again."

After he finished speaking, He Xing did not linger for even a second. He reversed and drove off along the road he had come from.

In the mirror, Xia Ning’s figure grew smaller and smaller until it became a speck, which He Xing did not glance at even once the whole time.

...

Fu Xingbo knocked on the door, and Bai Wei and Fu Han both looked up.

"Dad, I’m so glad you’re here." Bai Wei ran up to Fu Xingbo in a run, puffing her cheeks and acting like a young daughter, a rare display of cute petulance.

Fu Xingbo ruffled Bai Wei’s hair and whispered softly, "Go back to your own ward. Mom brought you your favorite milk tea."

"Trying to get rid of me again." Bai Wei stamped her foot, and while she obediently headed towards the door, she murmured discontentedly, "I really don’t know what secrets you both have that I can’t know about."

Fu Xingbo laughed heartily but said nothing, watching as Bai Wei left and then closing the ward door behind her.

Fu Han watched their warm father-daughter interaction, and the natural affection between them made her envious. If her parents were still alive, surely they would dote on Fu Han like a princess.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Xingbo walked over to where Fu Han was standing and they both looked out of the window together.

The autumn sky, with its bright blue and white clouds, was a bit glaring, but the view felt good, except for the dry air that made the throat itch.

Fu Han coughed dryly: "I was thinking about what Moon Bay looks like now. It must be even more beautiful than when we left."

"That place really is beautiful," Fu Xingbo smiled, his voice as gentle as his manner: "But the scenery doesn’t change with the seasons, so after a while, you might feel it’s nothing special after all."

"Yes," Fu Han sighed deeply, her voice filled with emotion: "No matter how wonderful things are, once we possess them, we stop valuing them. That’s human nature."