Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 424: An Unexpected Confession

Chapter 424: Chapter 424: An Unexpected Confession

What she didn’t realize was that while she pondered her response, Ji Liangchuan’s gaze never left her. His eyes had shifted, from the initial all-in gamble to a hidden hope, and now to a sadness that had settled like dust.

Finally, a radiant smile appeared on Ji Liangchuan’s face. He spoke before Fu Han could reply, "Alright, Fu Han, there’s no need for you to feel troubled. Today, I’m just telling you that I like you. I only hope that from today on, whenever you see me, you see me as Ji Liangchuan, not just as He Xing’s friend."

"I..." Fu Han began to speak with difficulty. She understood that everyone wanted to be seen as a distinct person, not just a label associated with someone else. But if she were to search her soul, the fact was that she indeed saw Ji Liangchuan as nothing more than He Xing’s friend.

The smile on Ji Liangchuan’s face deepened. He chuckled and spoke again, "Fu Han, I guess you’re probably thinking about how to reject me gently, aren’t you? If that’s the case, then you don’t need to say anything because I didn’t say these things to make you accept me. I’m telling you that I like you, that I want to pursue you. You can decide later whether or not to accept me."

After saying this, Ji Liangchuan did not linger. He turned and walked towards the door, leaving without once looking back.

Fu Han’s gaze uncontrollably followed Ji Liangchuan’s retreating figure. She watched him, clad in a long black woolen coat, traverse through the messy snow in the garden. The wind lifted the hem of his coat, revealing ripped jeans and a glimpse of pale skin beneath.

She shivered. With temperature below minus ten degrees, Ji Liangchuan really didn’t seem to fear the cold.

Su Cheng was also watching Ji Liangchuan’s back. His teeth bit into his lip as realization dawned on him—He Xing was no longer his only rival. Now there was Ji Liangchuan as well.

Was he surprised? Not really.

In his heart, Fu Han was the most wonderful girl in the world. It was only natural for others to like her. He just felt the pressure on him increase exponentially.

But it’s the pressure that creates drive, isn’t it?

He had to better himself to be worthy of the wonderful Fu Han.

With this thought, Su Cheng suddenly felt a surge of strength. He walked over to Fu Han, fervently stating, "Fu Han, you rest well at home. I’ll go check on our shop and strive to open as soon as possible."

In less than two minutes, both men, their eyes red with rivalry, had left, leaving Fu Han alone in the living room.

The long-awaited quiet finally descended. Fu Han had never minded it before, but now she felt that making the world quiet wasn’t such a bad thing after all—it gave her a chance to calm her thoughts.

However, as soon as this thought appeared in her mind, a cold wind swept in from the wide-open door, chilling Fu Han to the bone.

Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo had returned from shopping, bundled up like bears, their hands full as they carried no less than a dozen bags.

"Uncle, Auntie, you’re back?" Fu Han smiled and greeted them as she went to help.

Bai Qian, unraveling her scarf, also smiled until her eyes formed beautiful crescent moons: "Xiaohan, why have Ji Liangchuan and Su Cheng already left? Didn’t they want to stay for lunch?"

A blush rose on Fu Han’s face. She coughed to mask her embarrassment, speaking unnaturally, "They... They seem to have their own matters to attend to; we don’t need to worry about them."

Bai Qian looked at Fu Han skeptically, but ultimately, she didn’t ask anything and instead excitedly showed her the things they had bought.

...

The navigation indicated they had reached their destination; the Lamborghini came to a stop.

He Xing surveyed the surrounding area. His intuition was not mistaken—this indeed was the abandoned factory where Fu Han was kidnapped by the Xia Family. However, it wasn’t the same warehouse where she had been held.

The winter wind howled monstrously, pounding against the car windows, with half-person tall weeds everywhere. It was desolate as far as the eye could see—hardly a place that seemed inhabited.

He Xing casually took a down jacket from the passenger seat. He pulled out his phone to call Xia Ning as he got out of the car.

The call quickly connected, and a deliberately subdued voice came from the phone, "He Xing, have you arrived? I’m outside keeping watch; come quick, I’ll send you my location."

He Xing glanced at the map display on his phone, his handsome brows knitting together. According to the map, his current location was less than two hundred meters away from where Grandfather He was being held.

Should he wait for Old Zhou and Liang Tao to arrive? With the money in hand, even if something unexpected happened, there would still be wiggle room, ensuring Grandfather He’s safety to the greatest extent. Besides, they were only a few miles away.

With this in mind, He Xing halted mid-step. He scanned the surroundings, thinking it would have been wise to bring a handy tool. Going into a potential fight unarmed could work to his disadvantage.

He was about to look around for anything, even a stick would do, when he faintly heard voices carried by the wind. He listened intently—it was Xia Ning’s voice, and she was calling for help.

He Xing couldn’t delay any further. He broke into a run towards the direction of the sound. The two hundred meters were quickly covered, and before him stood a factory with open doors. Two men in black clothes stood at the entrance, and Xia Ning was brandishing a stick, fighting them.

However, what seemed to be a fight was just Xia Ning on the offense, while the men in black seemed more amused, as if playing with a mouse.

A flash of anger crossed He Xing’s eyes, and he charged towards them, kicking one of the men just as he was about to grab Xia Ning’s collar.

Upon seeing He Xing, Xia Ning’s pale face lit up with cheer, and she hugged He Xing’s waist, "He Xing, you’re finally here. Grandfather He is inside; go save him, quick."

He Xing had been about to kick the other man in black, confident his strike would inflict serious damage, but Xia Ning’s actions made it impossible for him to apply force.

He shoved Xia Ning behind him, "Stay close to me and don’t run off!"

No sooner had he spoken than a sting ripped through his arm—it turned out that during this pause, one of the men in black had rushed at him with a dagger.

If the assailant truly intended to take He Xing’s life, all it would take was a slight adjustment of the knife’s angle. Not having to worry about one’s own life, that’s exactly what He Xing hoped for at this moment, given that he was unarmed against an opponent with a blade.

Cradling his bleeding arm, he shielded Xia Ning behind him and addressed the men in black, "I didn’t come here to fight. I’ve prepared the money as agreed. As long as you’re willing to let him go, I won’t pursue the matter further."

The two men in black looked at each other, their faces filled with hesitation, uncertain how to proceed.

In the midst of this, Xia Ning’s unmistakably innocent and coquettish voice broke through, "He Xing, where did you put the money? Hurry up and give it to them."