Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 476: The Person She Likes is Me

Chapter 476: Chapter 476: The Person She Likes is Me

The finishing blow was delivered by He Xing’s words at this moment, "No matter how sharp your tongue is, don’t overlook one thing, Fu Han loves me. She has only ever loved me from the beginning to the end."

No matter how much Ji Liangchuan wanted to say, he couldn’t find a single sentence to refute that. . .

This confrontation no longer needed to continue, because Ji Liangchuan was already destined to lose. To persist would only cause him to lose his last shred of pride.

But to give up just like that was also impossible. Ji Liangchuan’s gaze flickered several times before he said coldly, "Even if Fu Han loves you, you can’t give her the happiness she desires. I absolutely won’t just watch as she leaps into a pit of fire."

He Xing let out a cold snort without even batting an eyelid, "So what do you want to do?"

"I will do everything in my power to stop you from hurting Fu Han. Don’t think that she doesn’t know about the things you’ve done behind her back. Even if she doesn’t know, I will tell her." Ji Liangchuan grew more agitated as he spoke, until the veins on his forehead bulged, truly exhibiting the epitome of red-faced intensity.

He Xing, however, wasn’t the slightest bit angered by this. Instead, he even laughed, his smile nothing but a sneer, "So you are the one making moves behind the scenes?"

"You... what are you talking about? I don’t know," Ji Liangchuan was just momentarily stunned, and in less than a second, he had recovered.

Unfortunately for him, He Xing’s gaze had been fixed on Ji Liangchuan the whole time, not missing even a blink, so how could he miss that momentary lapse?

The corner of He Xing’s mouth curled up, clearly mocking, "You don’t know? After you came to M Country, Fu Han suddenly wanted to break up with me, and nothing else had happened between us, so there’s only one possibility, someone has been manipulating things behind the scenes."

Although Ji Liangchuan tried hard to suppress it, flush still spread across his cheeks. He really wanted to meet He Xing’s gaze, but facing He Xing’s incisive and lethal eyes, he truly didn’t have the courage to do so.

Then there was silence. Apart from the unfamiliar melody still playing in the Cafe, the spacious cafe was utterly silent, not even the bartenders inside made a sound.

Ji Liangchuan felt an unprecedented pressure bearing down on him, the first time he truly sensed He Xing’s presence face-to-face. Previously, he had always been by He Xing’s side as a good friend for many years, and back then, the atmosphere between He Xing and him was harmonious.

Time ticked by, and just as Ji Liangchuan felt the urge to flee for the hundredth time, He Xing finally spoke, "Ji Liangchuan, from this moment on, we are no longer friends. Fu Han is an independent individual, she has the right to like someone, and she has the right to choose someone, no one has the right to strip her of that; if you want to compete with me fairly, I welcome it, but if you’re going to use dirty tricks behind my back, I will never agree."

Every word struck with force, especially the very first sentence from He Xing, "we are no longer friends," which left Ji Liangchuan with a sense of loss. His hands clenched tighter, the cracking of bones audible.

By the time Ji Liangchuan had composed himself, He Xing had already left.

...

As the sun set in the west, Fu Han and her colleagues finally saw off the last wave of customers, everyone too exhausted to move. If there had been a bed nearby, they probably would have collapsed into sleep then and there.

Fu Han leaned back on the sofa, He Xing sitting beside her.

At this point, He Xing laid Fu Han’s legs across his own, tapping them rhythmically, varying between light and firm pressure.

But considering this was He Xing’s first attempt at massaging, Fu Han was exceptionally tolerant. Not a word of complaint escaped her lips, and she even closed her eyes contentedly.

He Xing’s gaze fell upon Fu Han’s cheek, her fair face flushed with a healthy pink, her long, curled eyelashes casting a large shadow below her eyelids. It was obvious she wore no lipstick, but her lips were plumper and redder than the loveliest blush of a rose.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he worked to keep his voice steady, "Xiaohan, do you feel better?"

Fu Han’s face brightened with a smile, "Much better. It’s such an honor to have Mr. He give me a massage. I’m just afraid I couldn’t even afford a tip."

"You don’t need to tip," He Xing chuckled amusedly, his smile warm as he said, "Just don’t forget your promise to go see a movie with me."

Fu Han’s eyes snapped open, and with an apologetic grin, she said, "About that... I find movies quite boring, and we’re both tired today. Maybe... maybe we shouldn’t go see a movie after all?"

She hadn’t used this coy approach since she returned last year, although it used to be common practice for her. However, it proved fruitless in front of others, and only when she was alone with He Xing, did her coquettish charm seem to prevail.

To this day, Fu Han hadn’t figured out how to charm He Xing effectively, unsure what coquettish tactics would work on him.

As for her act now, it was solely because she had suddenly forgotten about her appointment with He Xing and really didn’t want to attend. She had no confidence that her act would be successful.

He Xing reached out to playfully flick Fu Han’s nose. He smiled beautifully, but the words he spoke were merciless, "No, adults must keep their promises. Even if I have to carry you, I will make sure to take you to the cinema today."

Based on past experience, Fu Han knew it was futile to argue. She resignedly replied, "Alright, let’s go. But let’s be clear, we’re only watching the movie. I really don’t feel like having a late-night snack."

"No problem," He Xing agreed readily this time.

...

In the vast cinema, the giant screen portrayed stories of love and hate, another romance film. However, this one was different, starring blond-haired, blue-eyed protagonists, typical citizens of M Country.

Fu Han, intent on not missing a moment, was completely absorbed in the film. Ironically, when she first came abroad and struggled with English, she watched movies to integrate with everyone else. But back then, since she couldn’t afford cinema tickets, she would usually watch free movies on video streaming sites.

She was so engrossed in the movie that she completely overlooked the fact that the person by her side had no interest in it. In fact, beads of sweat glistened on his nose.

If Fu Han had seen He Xing like this, she would have ruthlessly made fun of him for showing nervousness.