Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 472: The Phone Call on the Road

Chapter 472: Chapter 472: The Phone Call on the Road

Fu Han thought that some things, although said before, and knowing that saying them would be hurtful, if the hurt was going to continue, then it was better to end the pain quickly rather than let it drag on.

Her lips parted slightly, ready to speak, when Su Cheng’s phone rang at that very moment.

Unfamiliar with the roads here, Su Cheng used his phone for navigation, which was placed in front of him. Hearing the sound, Fu Han instinctively glanced at the phone, accidentally catching sight of the incoming caller ID—it was an overseas call from Su Cheng’s mother.

"You should take the call," Fu Han could only choke back the words that had reached the tip of her tongue.

Unable to find his Bluetooth headset, Su Cheng switched on the speakerphone: "Mom, good evening."

It was morning in M Country which corresponded to evening in City A, so his greeting of "good evening" was perfectly appropriate.

Fu Han had a poor impression of Su Cheng’s mother. The woman always spoke to her with an air of superiority that seemed to tower over others; not only that, her words always implied that Fu Han was indebted to Su Cheng, while she also felt Fu Han wasn’t good enough for him.

Considering that Fu Han had once asked Su Cheng to pretend to be her boyfriend to avoid He Xing, she had always been tolerant towards the Huangpu lady; but that didn’t mean she liked her.

Her upbringing from a young age had taught her it was indecent to eavesdrop on others’ phone calls, and she should look out the window pretending nothing had happened.

But for safety reasons, with Su Cheng talking on the phone, Fu Han could only help keep an eye on the road ahead. She obviously couldn’t cover her ears while doing so, and was forced to listen to the conversation between Su Cheng and the Huangpu lady.

The Huangpu lady’s voice softened markedly when talking to her son: "Son, are you up yet?"

"I’m up," Su Cheng glanced at Fu Han before speaking again: "Today is the shop’s opening day, Fu Han and I are on our way there now."

"Fu Han?" The Huangpu lady’s voice grew sharp at once, as jarring as two spatulas clashing, decidedly unpleasant to the ears.

Fu Han waited but didn’t hear the Huangpu lady say more. Thinking it over, Fu Han decided to greet her: "Auntie, good evening, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year." Perhaps feeling respected, the Huangpu lady’s tone softened a bit, but the superior tone in her voice was nevertheless unmistakable.

Feeling she had shown enough consideration, Fu Han pursed her lips tightly and fell silent.

To the contrary, Su Cheng smiled gratefully at Fu Han before taking over the conversation: "Mom, are you looking for me for a specific reason?"

"It’s not a big deal, I was just wondering how preparations on your end were going," the Huangpu lady’s tone became gentle again: "You go on, good luck."

"Okay, Mom, goodbye." Su Cheng raised his hand, ready to end the call.

Just then, the Huangpu lady’s voice rang out again: "Su Cheng, is He Xing there with you?"

Su Cheng looked at Fu Han, confused, and she was looking back at him, equally baffled.

Still, Su Cheng honestly replied: "Mom, He Xing is here, do you need something from him?"

"No... nothing, I... I was just asking," the Huangpu lady said hastily, and then without waiting for Su Cheng to respond, she hung up the call.

Fu Han and Su Cheng exchanged looks again, puzzlement in both their eyes.

"My mom... I don’t know why she asked about He Xing," Su Cheng’s face flushed slightly as he explained in a rush: "I’ve never spoken to them about He Xing."

"Maybe your mother was just curious," Fu Han said verbally, but doubts continued to spread throughout her mind like an avalanche.

She didn’t believe the Huangpu lady was merely asking casually—someone like her, steeped in business her entire life, doesn’t speak without first turning her words over in her mind three times at the very least.

If it was not an impulsive, casual inquiry, then it must have been a thoughtful and unavoidable one.

With the interruption from the Huangpu lady, the earlier confession by Su Cheng seemed as if it had never happened. Fu Han did not respond to Su Cheng’s admission, and he didn’t bring it up again.

As a result of their mutual understanding, neither of them said a word during the remainder of the journey except when absolutely necessary.

As they approached the city center, houses and buildings became more numerous, and the number of pedestrians increased as well.

The stores on both sides of the street were open, with loud music bursting through the glass doors, ear-piercingly loud.

Had it been any other day, Fu Han would have found the noise too overwhelming and wished to cover her ears; but today, she found the music on the streets so pleasant, filled with vivacious life, pulling her from a world of extreme quiet into the bustling realm of humanity.

The store was just ahead, its exterior indistinguishable from the other shops on the busy street, the sole differences being the unique lettering on the sign and the many flower baskets at the door, which added a particular liveliness.

This was Fu Han’s first time at this shop, even though the choice of this location had been her decision.

It was only when she had traveled to M Country for surgery that Su Cheng hadn’t told her this was their M Country branch. At that point, the weather had already turned cold. Worried about Fu Han getting chilled, Su Cheng handled all the decorations and design himself. Fu Han had it easy at home, choosing some of her favorite photos to be printed and displayed in the shop to attract customers.

Su Cheng stepped ahead of Fu Han, pulling the heavy glass door open and gesturing for her to enter, teasing with a smile: "Why do I feel like I’m on an official inspection?"

Fu Han laughed, charmed by his jest: "But I feel like it’s my first day at a new job and I’m nervous."

Three staff members inside were tidying up and greeted them upon arrival.

Both Su Cheng and Fu Han had no problems communicating in English with the people, each giving some instructions before letting the staff get on with their other tasks.

Su Cheng was working on setting up the cash register at a counter on the first floor, while Fu Han wandered alone through the shop.

It was a very standard M Country street-front shop: first, you descend three steps upon entering, which lead to the first floor.

To the left upon entry is a front desk c**bined with a cashier’s counter, and farther in front one finds a set of dark green sofas on a gray carpet.

On the right are several small round tables, each surrounded by three simplistically designed iron chairs.

Above hang retro-style lights with dark green glass shades that match the sofas.

Walls in brick red, like bricks pulled straight from the kiln without any refinement, and the gray traces of cement also prominently visible.