Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 475: Bustling Opening Day

Chapter 475: Chapter 475: Bustling Opening Day

They had conducted market research before and knew that the peak periods for weddings in M Country were Halloween, Christmas, and New Year’s Day; however, their studio had opened on New Year’s Day, by which time most of the holidays had already passed. With Valentine’s Day still over two months away, they had considered it exceeding expectations if they could secure fifty clients.

Fu Han went to the cash register to check the ledger, and sure enough, the orders had already surpassed one hundred.

Her heart swelled with joy, and she couldn’t wait to share this happiness with He Xing. Yet, as her gaze swept around the first floor, she found no trace of him. She went down to the basement to check there as well, but it was also empty.

The third floor housed the post-production team’s studio, and the door leading there hadn’t been opened at all today. There was no work to be done in these few days, so none of the editors had come to work. It was even less likely that anyone would be on the third floor.

A sense of puzzlement filled Fu Han. Where on earth had He Xing gone? A grown man couldn’t just disappear into thin air, could he?

He had said when he arrived that he would volunteer as a receptionist for the day; and thanks to He Xing’s extraordinary handsomeness, all the customers he attended to signed up smoothly, with the first one being won over by He Xing.

Reaching for her phone to call He Xing, Fu Han noticed that he had sent her a message ten minutes ago: "Xiaohan, I have to leave for a bit due to some matters. Call me if you need me."

The anxiety that had gripped her heart finally eased. He Xing had always been a very steady person. If he said he would be away temporarily, then that’s exactly what he meant, no doubt about it.

Perhaps only Su Cheng noticed that another person was missing—Ji Liangchuan, who had always been eager to impress Fu Han. He had even proposed to be the studio’s special photographer.

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In a cafe not far from the studio, two people were sitting by a table near the street corner. Both had faces chiseled as if from stone, as delicate as a girl’s, but one had more perfect features, full of noble charm, while the other had a pair of exaggeratedly flirtatious eyes, exuding a sense of casual recklessness.

They were He Xing, who had "temporarily left," and Ji Liangchuan, whose time of departure nobody knew.

Two cups of steaming coffee sat before them, the white porcelain adorned with intricate patterns outlined in golden threads, their significance unknown.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden sheen on them, as though draping them in a layer of gold.

The glass shielded them from the winter’s cold breeze, allowing them to soak in the sunlight’s warmth without having to fend off the chilly winds.

Despite being close to noon, the cafe wasn’t crowded. Apart from their table, there was only one other where a couple sat at the back.

A blonde, blue-eyed waiter tied in an apron was washing cups, his large eyes frequently darting between He Xing and Ji Liangchuan, seemingly plotting something.

At one point, He Xing inadvertently met the waiter’s gaze, his expressionless face and icy eyes startling the girl so much that she hastily looked away.

They could faintly hear the waiter whispering to a colleague: "I think the guy in the black woolen coat is so handsome, but he looks rather formidable; the guy with the big eyes opposite him isn’t bad either."

Ji Liangchuan caught the conversation, and he even flashed a smile at the girl by the bar; then, under her astonished and delighted gaze, he performed a swift change of expression—his glowering face scared the girl so much that she dropped her glass and it shattered.

The cafe was neither too big nor too small, and the waiters, assuming the two men didn’t understand English, didn’t bother to lower their voices while speaking.

Ji Liangchuan heard them, and of course, so did He Xing.

After the coffee cup broke, the waiters shrieked in fright.

He Xing’s brows furrowed. "They’ve done you no harm; why scare them?"

"They said you were handsomer than me; that’s already an offense," Ji Liangchuan replied without a trace of guilt, and after speaking, he elegantly lifted his cup and took a sip.

A touch of disdain crept across He Xing’s face, ice-cold as ever. "So I’m not handsomer than you?"

A smile spilled from the corners of Ji Liangchuan’s lips, and the previously tense atmosphere between them seemed to ease considerably, as though their hostility had vanished for a moment. "Even though everyone thinks you’re handsomer, I still believe I’m the handsomest," he responded.

He Xing continued to stir his coffee with a spoon, showing no intention of drinking it. He looked up at the sun, which despite being feeble was still somewhat dazzling. "Haven’t I told you before that I absolutely do not approve of you treating Fu Han as a replacement for your ex-girlfriend?"

"You did," Ji Liangchuan answered with another smile, this one frigid. "But since when do I have to obey you just because you say so? You’re not the ruler of this world."

He Xing turned sharply to face Ji Liangchuan, his black, glossy eyes shining with a deadly glare. "You might not listen to me, but I have the power to make you pay a painful price."

Defiance was nearly etched on Ji Liangchuan’s face, but in the end, he said nothing, knowing the truth in He Xing’s words.

Time ticked on relentlessly, with the record player in the cafe changing to a new tune that was also coming to an end.

Finally, Ji Liangchuan broke the silence. "I can’t deny that I approached Fu Han because she resembles Taozi. But the reason I’ve decided to openly compete with you for Fu Han isn’t solely because of Taozi. I like Fu Han, and I know she won’t be happy with you."

"Not happy with me?" He Xing scoffed, the sunlight on his face incapable of dispelling the chill. "Do you actually think Fu Han would be happy with you? Then you’re far too full of yourself."

What’s the most effective way to anger a man?

Without a doubt, just insult him; you’re sure to succeed, as He Xing had done very successfully at that moment.

Ji Liangchuan’s fury was unmistakable, his whole body rising abruptly. He leaned forward on the table, looking down on He Xing. "He Xing, what about you? For years, you’ve been entangled with Xia Ning. If Fu Han marries you, does she owe a debt of gratitude to the Xia Family as well? Will she be happy marrying you?"

He Xing didn’t rise; he merely leaned back slightly, looking up at Ji Liangchuan in a defiant posture. Even though he was at an absolute height disadvantage, his presence was in no way inferior; the scorn on his face and the magnetism of his black eyes even seemed to overwhelm Ji Liangchuan.