Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 389 Morning in the Dense Fog

Chapter 389: Chapter 389 Morning in the Dense Fog

"That’s good, that’s good." Mrs. Huangpu repeated the sentence twice, her voice growing lower and lower.

The carriage fell into an awkward silence, and neither mother nor son spoke for a moment, which made the place exceptionally quiet—the kind of absolute, awkward silence.

The light turned red, and Su Cheng floored the gas pedal, sending the car flying off like an arrow released from a bow.

At the same time, Mrs. Huangpu’s phone rang. It was Mr. Huangpu calling to ask where they were.

Mrs. Huangpu hesitated, looking at Su Cheng, but said nothing.

Su Cheng caught a glimpse of Mrs. Huangpu from the corner of his eye. Without much hesitation, after a brief silence, he pulled the car over to the side of the road: "Mom, get off here and wait for Dad. I don’t want to talk too much with him."

Speaking of which, the relationship between Su Cheng and Mr. Huangpu had always been strained. Their personalities were worlds apart—one always striving and never relaxing, the other naturally indifferent and quite philosophical.

Every time they met, the father and son would invariably clash over one topic: Mr. Huangpu would criticize Su Cheng from head to toe, from his hobbies to his business, from his friends to the people he liked.

Gradually, Su Cheng felt the distance between him and his father growing further apart, even though Mrs. Huangpu repeatedly said how much Su Cheng liked his father. Nonetheless, Su Cheng and his father could hardly exchange three sentences without arguing.

Mrs. Huangpu was deeply concerned about the relationship between father and son, but she was helpless; just as now, she wanted to get Mr. Huangpu and Su Cheng to talk, but there was nothing she could do.

As she prepared to get out of the car, she asked, "What time is your flight tomorrow? Let me see if I have time to send you off."

"No need, I can manage on my own." Su Cheng said this, and a sudden resentment rose in his heart. His memory reverted to the year he turned eleven, when he had to go abroad to study on his own. Though he didn’t say it, he had hoped his parents would see him off. Unfortunately, they both claimed to be too busy with work, and in the end, it was Nan Qing’s parents who had dropped him off at the airport while seeing her off.

Just before Mrs. Huangpu closed the car door, Su Cheng added coldly, "Anyway, you’re both very busy every day. You don’t have time to see me off."

The white Audi slowly drove away. Through the rearview mirror, one could still see Mrs. Huangpu standing in place.

The night wind tangled her meticulously arranged hair, making Mrs. Huangpu’s already indistinct face even more blurred, obscuring it from view.

Su Cheng suddenly regretted his last remark; as parents, Mrs. Huangpu was significantly more qualified than Mr. Huangpu. At least when he was in the country, she never missed any of his school meetings, and she even flew abroad specifically to attend his Coming-of-Age Ceremony.

The night wind gusted in through the sunroof, causing Su Cheng’s eyes to sting. He wasn’t sure if it was caused by the wind or the surge of bitterness welling up in his heart.

At an intersection, Su Cheng suddenly felt lost. A City was large, but he couldn’t find a place to settle down. After pondering for a moment, he eventually headed towards the hospital.

As for Mrs. Huangpu left behind, she hadn’t yet emerged from her sorrow when Mr. Huangpu arrived, furious. After inquiring about what Su Cheng had said, his rage intensified, and he looked ready to give Su Cheng a stern lesson.

Mrs. Huangpu, seeing she couldn’t stop him, quickly changed the subject: "How did it go with Yi Lixing after we left?"

How do you divert a workaholic’s attention? By talking to him about his favorite subject—work. And that’s what Mrs. Huangpu did at that moment.

True to form, Mr. Huangpu immediately continued, "Right after you left, Yi Lixing left as well. He said he needed to reconsider whether to collaborate with us or not. It seems he’s worried about Su Cheng becoming a backstabber."

Hearing the name "Su Cheng," Mrs. Huangpu’s mind drifted momentarily, but she quickly regained her composure: "Let him reconsider. We haven’t decided on the collaboration yet. Su Cheng... our son said Yi Lixing isn’t very trustworthy."

"A businessman is always shrewd. There’s no business without cunning," Mr. Huangpu held an entirely opposite view, particularly after hearing Su Cheng’s disapproval of the partnership. His anger flared up even more: "I had my doubts about Yi Lixing’s reliability, but the fact that he turned and left immediately shows that we’re not the only ones who want to work with him. If we miss this opportunity, we won’t find another one like it."

Minutes later, Yi Lixing was drinking in a lively bar with a voluptuous woman in his arms. They were playing a game that involved nibbling on each other’s ears when Yi Lixing’s phone pinged with a text message.

Yi Lixing glanced at it, and a smile began creeping across his mercurial face, spreading gradually until it blossomed.

The woman in his arms looked up curiously: "Mr. Yi, who texted you? Why are you smiling so happily? You’re not planning on leaving, are you? Didn’t you say you were going to spend the night with me?"

"I’m not going anywhere." Yi Lixing pinched the woman’s waist hard and laughed lewdly.

...

When the alarm sounded, Fu Han had already opened her eyes. To be precise, it was still dim outside when she woke up. She was leaving A City today, and it was difficult for her to remain calm.

She had woken up many times last night, and though she tried her best to stay tranquil, in her heart she knew she was waiting for a message from He Xing.

She couldn’t remember how many times she had awakened when finally a message from He Xing arrived: "Xiaohan, Uncle Xia’s surgery is over, but he’s not out of danger yet. He’s now in ICU. Are you asleep?"

Fu Han had seen the message just a few minutes after it was sent, and she couldn’t describe how she felt or how to respond, so she remained silent.

Knowing she would wake up in the morning, He Xing didn’t send her any more messages.

Fu Han’s emotions were incredibly complex. It was a lie to say she wasn’t sad, but there was also a faint sense of relief in her heart, feeling that ending things this way wasn’t so bad. He didn’t give her any hope, which somehow made it easier for her to move on, just like four years ago.

By the time Fu Han was ready, having packed all her things, someone knocked on her door—it was Bai Qian coming to wake her up.

Fu Han dragged out her words, pretending to be still half-asleep, not wanting Bai Qian to notice anything amiss. Thinking it was about time, she carried her suitcase to find Fu Xingbo and the others.

The luxury minivan moved through the early morning fog of A City. The fog was thick, reducing visibility, and the vehicle had to keep a moderate speed to avoid danger.

Fu Xingbo sat in the passenger seat, with Bai Qian and Bai Wei in the second row. Fu Han sat alone in the back row, looking out at the foggy world outside. She reached out her fair hand, wiped the window, and cleared her view somewhat. Some cool moisture remained on her palm.