Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 364: Unfair Treatment

Chapter 364: Chapter 364: Unfair Treatment

He Xing stared at Fu Han for a long time. Frustration was clearly written all over her face, and finally, the last shred of his rationality vanished. Without another word, he turned and walked away.

It was only after the sound of footsteps had faded away for quite some time that Fu Han turned around. In the blink of an eye, she was the only one left in the ward, which now felt so empty and hollow.

Tears began to gather in her eyes, but she still forced herself to shut the ward door before covering herself with the blanket and crying her heart out.

She didn’t understand how things had gotten this way, why the situation kept getting worse. All she knew was that she was overwhelmed with a vast and endless sense of injustice. If she didn’t let it out, she felt she would break down.

But she wasn’t wrong. Before she left four years ago, Xia Ning was always finding ways to trouble her. He Xing turned a blind eye to the harm done to her but would reprimand Fu Han at the slightest hint of retaliation, especially if Xia Ning complained.

This time, upon her return, He Xing had improved a lot and was much more distant from Xia Ning than before. Yet Xia Ning’s claws were still reaching far, transitioning from minor nuisances to actual physical harm towards Fu Han.

Yes, He Xing did reprimand Xia Ning, but did Xia Ning change? It seemed every time Xia Ning simply shrugged off He Xing’s mild criticism and went back to doing whatever she pleased afterward.

The more Fu Han thought about it, the more she felt He Xing was unfair. He was supposed to stand up for his fiancée, yet she always felt he was still protecting Xia Ning the most.

The pillow was already soaked with Fu Han’s tears, but her heart echoed one thought: "It is easy to change rivers and mountains, but hard to alter one’s nature."

All the faults lay in her thinking that He Xing would change after her return to the country last year. Reality proved that he had to change, and Xia Ning would forever be the responsibility he couldn’t shake off.

How could he possibly shake her off?

It was only today that Fu Han learned Xia Ning and her mother looked exactly alike. Just because of that face, He Xing couldn’t bring himself to do anything truly ruthless.

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Liangtao Bar.

Those who come for drinks at a bar generally prefer the night – more people, more warmth, a better atmosphere.

Therefore, most bars don’t open until dusk, and Liangtao Bar was no exception.

Ji Liangchuan was a well-known playboy in City A. Couple his good looks with his charm, and he had countless girls throwing themselves at him every day, but his principle was simple: if he liked what he saw, he wouldn’t refuse.

However, like a flower, he would only pluck once, never revisiting past conquests. Hence, he personified one-night stands.

When he received a call from He Xing, he was still in a hotel bed, an unpainted lady nestled in his arms; the first time the phone rang, he hung up directly. The second time, he opened his eyes and saw it was He Xing calling, and answered, "Good lord, are you trying to haunt me with your calls this early in the morning?"

"Come over, I want to go to your bar to drink!" He Xing spoke these words and hung up.

As Ji Liangchuan got up, the woman in the bed clung to him, refusing to let go, cooing and whining sweetly.

That earned her a response from Ji Liangchuan, "I’ve booked the hotel for two days. Stay as you like, and the money is on the bedside table."

The woman in bed opened her eyes, glanced at the bedside table, seemed satisfied, and closed her eyes again, "Alright, see you next time."

Ji Liangchuan gave a cold laugh, said nothing more, got out of bed to take a shower in the restroom, put on a clean set of clothes, and left the room. It was almost funny – Ji Liangchuan was a VIP customer at many major hotels; they would wash the clothes he left behind so they were clean for the next time he visited.

Today was no exception. The clothes he had worn the previous night were casually thrown on a sofa, and when he left, he wore an all-in-one black work suit, which matched perfectly with his exaggeratedly large peach blossom eyes and looked very handsome.

By the time he arrived at Liangtao Bar, He Xing was squatting at the entrance, his eyes fixed on the bustling traffic ahead, seemingly lost in thought.

Many wealthy people boast about making or losing millions in minutes, but that’s usually just bluster, amusing to those who listen.

But the saying was quite fitting for He Xing. As the sole heir to the largest enterprise in City A, the He Group, every minute of his life was precious, and not a second could be wasted.

Yet at this moment, He Xing had been waiting at Liangtao Bar for an hour. He looked like a stray cat, and the words of mockery that Ji Liangchuan wanted to say got stuck in his throat.

Ji Liangchuan walked over and fished a set of keys out of a flowerpot not far from He Xing. As he unlocked the door, he said, "Next time you want to drink, the key is here. Just open it yourself."

The flowerpot was less than thirty centimeters away from He Xing, who raised an eyebrow, "Aren’t you afraid someone will discover it and use the key to sneak in?"

"Afraid of what? There are cameras all over my bar. If someone dares to sneak in and mess around, I’ll make sure they pay through the nose," Ji Liangchuan led the way as he went inside.

Although it was still not dark outside, the bar was already pitch black. He fumbled on the wall for a switch, turned on the dim lights, and headed towards the bar, "What do you want to drink? Should I pour for you, or do you want to help yourself?"

He Xing picked the closest table to the bar and sat down. The leather sofa was soft, and he sank into it, "Anything, just get some drinks to start with."

Ji Liangchuan rummaged through the bar counter, eventually opening a bottle of Brandy, took out two glasses, poured ice cubes from the fridge into them, and came over.

He Xing had downed three glasses before finally setting his glass down, but from the look of him, he intended to keep drinking.

"Spill it, how did Fu Han tick you off this time?" Ji Liangchuan hadn’t finished his first drink when his beautiful peach blossom eyes roved over He Xing. His eyes seemed bright at first glance, but a light flashed through their depths, especially when he mentioned "Fu Han."

At the mention of "Fu Han," He Xing’s eyes widened with a surge of hostile intent directed at Ji Liangchuan, "What are you thinking? Even if Fu Han and I had a fight, it’s none of your business. You better not harbor any crooked thoughts about Fu Han."

The bar was already empty except for the two of them, making He Xing’s voice sound exceptionally loud and somewhat piercing.

Ji Liangchuan’s expression changed several times before he rolled his eyes, "You know I have designs on Fu Han, yet you come here to drown your sorrows in my bar?"

This retort drove He Xing to down three more fierce glasses, each one stronger than the last. He coughed violently, his face flushed red, nearly coughing tears from his eyes.