Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 425: Fight to the Death

Chapter 425: Chapter 425: Fight to the Death

Upon hearing these words, He Xing’s complexion changed instantly. If only time could be reversed, he would have definitely sealed Xia Ning’s mouth with tape after rescuing her.

As expected, the men in black at the door glanced at He Xing, and the color of their faces changed in unison. One of them even pointed at He Xing and said, "You said you were here to deliver money, but where is your money? Don’t think you can fool me!"

No sooner had the words fallen than the two men in black brandished their daggers and charged towards He Xing.

He Xing thrust his arm backward, pushing Xia Ning back five steps, dropped the words "Hide well, don’t run around," and then rushed towards the two men in black.

Normally, He Xing was confident taking on two at once, but now his right hand was injured, he didn’t have any weapons in hand, whereas his opponents had two gleaming knives.

What was most fatal was that during the fight, He Xing saw, through the windows of the factory behind them, a person tied to a chair in the middle of the room. Although he couldn’t make out the face against the light, He Xing immediately confirmed that it was indeed the old master He.

With all the noise outside, it was unreasonable for the old master He not to hear it, but he had been bowing his head all the time.

Not knowing what condition old master He was in, He Xing’s heart sank, and his movements became more erratic.

Seizing the opportunity, the two men in black launched an even fiercer attack, swooping down on He Xing with howls, and soon He Xing’s other arm was also injured.

Defeat seemed inevitable for He Xing, but he gritted his teeth and held on. He had just seen that there were only these two men in black here, and as long as he could stall for time until Uncle Zhou and Liang Tao arrived, the situation was bound to change.

The wind grew stronger, carrying with it faintly the scent of gasoline and the shouts of Uncle Zhou.

He Xing’s spirits lifted, and he shouted towards where his car was parked while kicking away the man in black who was charging at him.

Seconds later, footsteps came from afar. He Xing knew that in truth, Uncle Zhou and Liang Tao were still quite a distance away—it was the wind that made the footsteps seem closer.

But the two men in black apparently knew reinforcements were coming, and their attacks became even more vicious. The daggers in their hands shimmered coldly in the sunlight as He Xing was forced to retreat step by step.

Eventually, Uncle Zhou’s shouts could be heard not far away, and He Xing’s spirits soared as he instinctively turned his head to check if they had truly arrived.

It took less than two seconds for him to look away and then look back, but in those two seconds, one of the men in black had drawn another dagger, and this time, the cold, gleaming blade was headed straight for He Xing’s chest.

He Xing sensed the chilling threat and then turned back to see it; he wanted to dodge, but it was too late—the dagger was too close, and his body had already reached its limit, incapable of moving anymore.

A look of despair appeared in his eyes; he had not anticipated this to be where his life ended. But how could he resign himself? He hadn’t saved his grandfather yet, and what about Fu Han—what would become of her?

In the nick of time, a fair hand suddenly reached out diagonally, pushing He Xing, causing him to sit down on the ground with a thud. When he looked up, he saw Xia Ning’s face appear in front of him. There was fresh blood on the corner of her mouth, and even more blood gushing out near her chest.

Yet, there was a liberated smile on her face, "Big brother He Xing, I finally managed to help you."

After saying these words, Xia Ning’s head tilted and she collapsed to the ground.

By then, Uncle Zhou and Liang Tao had arrived, but as soon as they appeared, the two assailants didn’t even fight; they simply ran away.

Uncle Zhou wanted to chase them, but He Xing stopped him, pressing on Xia Ning’s wound he shouted loudly, "Call an ambulance!"

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Xia Group, General Manager’s Office.

Xia Guoxiong’s illness came on suddenly, related to the neurological system. Although the operation was successful, the doctor said his body was like an over-inflated balloon—fine on the surface, but any puncture would lead to a cascade of problems.

The doctor said this resulted from years of overwork leading to a body that could no longer bear the burden, and even after a successful surgery, he would need a long period of recovery.

As a result, Xia Guoxiong could only work from the hospital every day, while Xia Cheng became the primary decision-maker of the Xia Group.

In reality, aside from making a few rounds at the company daily, Xia Cheng did not do much—actually, it was not that he had nothing to do, but rather that everyone in the Xia Group knew Xia Cheng was just a profligate, and his presence at the company was merely for show—nobody would seriously consider giving this young master any tasks; wouldn’t that be asking for trouble?

Today, Xia Cheng arrived at the company early. Despite the deep winter, his hair was still very stylish, proving that the almost full bottle of hair gel he used that day was effective.

Xia Cheng hadn’t been there long when his assistant led a group of people in and out of his office, and after half an hour of hustle and bustle, the group finally left.

A few minutes later, Qin Nuan sashayed into the company, attracting many people’s attention as usual.

The most attractive thing was not Qin Nuan’s beautiful face but her role as the Chairman’s Secretary and her impeccable figure, as well as the complex relationship rumors circulating in the company between her and Xia Guoxiong and Xia Cheng.

Confronted with all sorts of gazes, Qin Nuan did not feel the slightest discomfort; in fact, she quite enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.

Her face bore a smug smile, her chin tilted up high, her lips painted with bright lipstick slightly curled; she didn’t even look at the people around her and walked to Xia Cheng’s General Manager’s Office as if nobody else existed.

Behind her, colleagues gathered together in twos and threes to discuss, all of them excited to witness such suggestive events this early in the morning.

It wasn’t that the colleagues were overthinking; over the past six months at the Xia Group, although she was just a mere secretary, her pillow talk was potent, Xia Guoxiong was very fond of her, and most staff did not dare to offend her. Some even speculated she might become the lady of the Xia Group.

Over time, Qin Nuan herself also grew a bit aloof. When she first joined the company, she was conscientious, never late, nor leaving early; later, it evolved to her not coming to the company when Xia Guoxiong was absent, and now she came and left as she pleased.

After entering Xia Cheng’s office, the warmth greeted her; she took off her black wool coat, revealing the light pink, form-fitting knit shirt underneath that displayed her perfect figure without question—curvaceous in all the right places, any more would seem fat, any less too skinny.