Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 365 Objective Listener

Chapter 365: Chapter 365 Objective Listener

Ji Liangchuan pushed the peanuts on the table towards He Xing, "It’s too early, and the kitchen only has these ready. Make do with them for now, consider it a snack to accompany your drink."

The coldness in He Xing’s eyes lessened slightly. He looked at Ji Liangchuan with a heavy gaze and finally put down the glass, leaning back on the sofa chair before beginning to recount everything that had happened recently.

Under normal circumstances, He Xing, even if he were to hold back to death, would never discuss his and Fu Han’s matters with a third person, especially not when this third person had unclear and indistinct feelings for Fu Han.

But at this moment, he felt as if his emotions were like a balloon on the verge of bursting. If he didn’t find someone to talk to, he really thought he would suffocate.

So even though Ji Liangchuan wasn’t the best listener in his heart, because he couldn’t find a better one, he could only talk to Ji Liangchuan.

After he had finished explaining everything, He Xing poured another glass of Brandy, his handsome face full of helplessness, "Tell me the truth, who is wrong in this matter, me or Fu Han?"

Ji Liangchuan grabbed the glass in front of him, tilted his head, and finished the drink in one go.

He set the glass down on the table with a "snap," producing a crisp sound on the glass tabletop that was jarringly loud in the empty bar.

A few seconds later, Ji Liangchuan’s cold voice spoke up, "He Xing, I am not you two. I cannot judge who is right or wrong between you. All I can say is, from your perspective, you’ve given all your love to Fu Han, but considering Xia Ning’s mother saved you, you can’t just stand by and ignore Xia Ning’s matters; yet from Fu Han’s perspective, her boyfriend, fiancé, and even future husband will forever be entwined with another woman. If you were her, could you really stay calm about this issue?"

Anger surged in He Xing’s heart, his handsome face filled with fury, "How could it be a lifetime? Once Fu Han and I are married, in a few years Xia Ning will also marry, and then won’t all the problems solve themselves?"

"You have a point there," Ji Liangchuan laughed, his exaggerated peach-blossom eyes forming into crescents, softening the raffish charisma about him, "But I’ve been observing from the sidelines for a long time, and I don’t think Xia Ning will give up on you after you’re married. Maybe even after you have children, she still won’t let go."

He Xing wanted to counter Ji Liangchuan’s words, but he found himself unable to utter a single word.

Ji Liangchuan saw the expression on his face and spoke without any courtesy, "See, even you think it’s a likely scenario."

A sense of irritation rose from within He Xing, and he drank another big gulp of alcohol, "I don’t care what Xia Ning thinks, but Fu Han is the only one in my heart. Why can’t Fu Han just trust me?"

"How do you know Fu Han doesn’t trust you?" Ji Liangchuan smiled as he watched He Xing, his words carrying a deeper meaning, "You have concocted a marriage deception, yet she simply postponed the wedding and still remains your fiancée. Don’t you think she’s already considering you enough?"

This statement struck He Xing like an awakening, dispelling the dark clouds that had been over his head for days.

Before this, all he could think about was why Fu Han insisted on canceling the wedding. If she really loved him, she should be with him no matter what obstacles stood in the way.

But now, he suddenly had an epiphany. Putting himself in Fu Han’s shoes, if he realized in front of everyone that he had been tricked into marriage, could he really continue the wedding calmly?

That would be absolutely impossible. He might even cancel the engagement in a fit of anger, yet Fu Han did not do so.

This thought burst He Xing’s anger like a punctured balloon, deflating swiftly silently.

He set his glass down on the tabletop and made to leave.

However, just as he was about to get up, Ji Liangchuan spoke again, "Are you going to look for Fu Han now?"

"Is there a problem with that?" He Xing’s eyes narrowed dangerously, his expression filled with undisguised hostility. It was clear from his look that if Ji Liangchuan dared to stop him, he would erupt in anger.

But Ji Liangchuan appeared unaffected, leaning back slightly with squinted eyes, "I can say with certainty that if you go to Fu Han now, the two of you will end up arguing."

"What did you say?" He Xing’s forehead throbbed with visible veins, as if he’d throw a punch at Ji Liangchuan any moment.

Far from showing fear, Ji Liangchuan only laughed more heartily, "With issues unresolved, do you think it’s possible not to fight?"

Ji Liangchuan paused, then added indifferently, "Based on my experience with relationships, going to her now would only add fuel to the fire. I think it’s better for both of you to take some time and cool down, to think things over and decide what to do next. That’s what’s truly important."

The angry look in He Xing’s eyes diminished considerably, and he silently regarded Ji Liangchuan, as if pondering the truth of his words.

Eventually, He Xing stood up and headed towards the door, his exit resolute.

A fleeting panic crossed Ji Liangchuan’s eyes, unhidden as he hurriedly got up to ask, "He Xing, where are you going?"

"To the company." He Xing paused, turning his head slightly but not looking at Ji Liangchuan, "I’m not as leisurely as you are every day, I’ve got a pile of business to deal with."

Ji Liangchuan’s tense heart finally relaxed. He sat down again, his face taking on its usual roguish grin, "Life is too precious to waste like this, I haven’t had enough fun yet."

He Xing swung his car keys but didn’t speak, already at the door.

Something struck Ji Liangchuan, and he shouted after him, "You’ve been drinking, don’t drive. Either find a designated driver or take a taxi!"

"Understood."

In a blink, only Ji Liangchuan was left in the bar. He looked at the table in front of him, with several snack dishes untouched, and a bottle of Brandy emptied. Out of the entire bottle, he only had two glasses, the rest was all drunk by He Xing.

Ji Liangchuan’s eyes became complex, as if he were deep in thought, yet also as if his mind was empty. He put a piece of ice in his mouth, which held a faint taste of alcohol, but soon turned tasteless like plain water.

It was just a piece of ice that had soaked in the liquor for a while, it would never turn into real alcohol. Instead, it had almost frozen his mouth numb.

He spit out forcefully, "Pah," ejecting the ice cube. It hit the floor and rolled away, getting farther and farther, until finally disappearing into some unnoticed corner.

Ji Liangchuan’s gaze followed the ice cube’s path as his hand rhythmically tapped on the coffee table, his peach-blossom eyes shimmering with unfathomable light.