Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 478: A Night Full of Incidents

Chapter 478: Chapter 478: A Night Full of Incidents

Ji Liangchuan step by step approached Fu Han, his face finally exposed under the moonlight, and in those large, exaggerated peach-blossom eyes was a brightness that could swallow a person whole.

Even if Fu Han’s reaction was slow, she finally realized something was wrong. She stepped back, not noticing the steps behind her. Without care, she fell, letting out a cry that was neither light nor heavy.

Ji Liangchuan hurried forward two steps and bent down to offer a hand to Fu Han, "Xiaohan, are you alright?"

"Don’t call me Xiaohan," Fu Han raised her voice sharply. Her hands were bracing against the icy Snowland as she attempted to rise, when suddenly, Ji Liangchuan’s face loomed large in front of her.

A strong, uneasy premonition arose in Fu Han’s heart. She wanted to back away but had nowhere to retreat to. Ji Liangchuan’s nearby look was cold and frightening, mixed with desire, making his concerned expression particularly terrifying.

Just as Ji Liangchuan’s hand was about to touch Fu Han, suddenly, a familiar, mild voice came from inside the house, "Who’s outside? Xiaohan, is that you coming back?"

It was Fu Xingbo’s voice, and Fu Han’s tone heightened with excitement, "Uncle, it’s me, I’ve returned."

"Fu Han, you should rest early. I’ll be going back now," Ji Liangchuan swiftly retreated two steps, and even before Fu Xingbo appeared, he had already slipped out through the courtyard door.

Only at this moment did Fu Han finally remember Ji Liangchuan did not live here, so his being here meant he had been waiting for her all along.

She thought about Ji Liangchuan’s inexplicable disappearance today and, combined with his strange behavior just now, couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

It was not until she had bathed and lay in the warm bed that she still pondered over Ji Liangchuan’s words and actions today. She knew Ji Liangchuan liked her, but in her impression, besides being a bit of a flirt, Ji Liangchuan was also a gentleman. Today, however, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he had become a completely different person.

The night grew deep, and Fu Han checked her cellphone. He Xing had bidden her good night an hour ago. She figured he must be asleep by now. She stuffed the phone back into the bedding and forced herself to sleep, covering her head with the blanket.

However, Fu Han had no idea that He Xing was not asleep at the moment. His room was very lively right now, and although there were only two people, it was still quite the scene.

Tonight was destined to be eventful. Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe were preparing for the arrival of Li Huazhi and Luo Qiluo tomorrow. Something had happened during the short few minutes it took for Fu Han to walk from the courtyard gate to the villa. Moreover, someone had been waiting outside He Xing’s room for several hours.

He Xing had been in a great mood before he saw Su Cheng. Not only had he successfully reclaimed the status of Fu Han’s fiancé, but he had also taken a photograph with Fu Han, posting their picture in both of their social media circles, announcing to everyone that they had reconciled.

The good mood had him humming a tune as he came out of the elevator, the closing theme song of the movie they had watched that night.

But the moment he saw Su Cheng leaning against his door, he immediately reverted to his cold, detached demeanor, "Why are you here?"

Looking around, Su Cheng said, "I have something to discuss with you. Can we talk in your room?"

He Xing opened the door, took out two wine glasses, poured two cups of red wine, and handed one to Su Cheng, "Want a drink?"

Su Cheng tilted his head back and gulped down the wine so quickly that some dribbled from the corner of his mouth. He carelessly wiped it away with the back of his hand, staring intently at He Xing, "You should know why I’ve come to find you."

He Xing’s hotel room was simple and clean, with a white and linen color scheme, though the light blue bedding added a bright pop of color that was somewhat out of place.

His gaze fell on the blue duvet cover adorned with two figurines wearing wedding attire, a tacky pattern, but it was Bai Qian who had insisted He Xing bring it, saying it was a silk comforter that wouldn’t be cold in the winter.

He Xing’s indifferent voice rose, "Surprised? Why should I be surprised? If you hadn’t come to find me, that would have been surprising."

Su Cheng managed a bitter smile, "Since you knew I would come to find you, then you must know why I’m here. Can you... can you help?"

His simple request turned into a plea by the end. This was the most he could do, begging He Xing to the fullest extent given that they were rivals during the day.

He Xing cocked his head and laughed, "Since we’re negotiating, you should lay all your cards on the table. Let’s properly weigh them on the balance."

As expected of a businessman, everything has a clear price," Su Cheng said with a wry smile, a look of helplessness on his face, "My bargaining chip? I still don’t know what it is, and since you know everything, why don’t you set the bargaining chip for me?"

A suppressive atmosphere began to fill the room, oppressing it, making it hard to breathe.

He Xing’s scrutinizing gaze measured Su Cheng, and he spoke word by word, "What if I say, the bargaining chip I demand is that you never again harbor any improper thoughts about Fu Han?"

This was one of the possibilities Su Cheng had considered before coming, yet hearing He Xing say it made him feel unbearably uncomfortable, as though someone was choking him.

But recalling the situation his parents were in, Su Cheng had no choice but to speak up, "Perhaps I can’t do that, but I could stop presenting myself as a suitor of Fu Han."

For the first time since seeing Su Cheng, a look of surprise flashed across He Xing’s face. He inspected Su Cheng, and once assured that Su Cheng was sincere, he nodded, "Fine, I understand your determination. But what if I tell you that the situation has developed to a point beyond my control? What will you do then?"

That single sentence turned Su Cheng’s already pale face translucent, his veins visible beneath the skin.

He shook his head, "I don’t believe it. You must have some way to resolve this situation."

"Believe it or not, it’s up to you," He Xing settled into the sofa and spoke indifferently, "What I can do is keep the other things in my hands from being handed over. As for whether others kick you while you’re down, that’s out of my control; those are the weights on my scale. Consider whether you want to make a deal with me or not."

...

Fu Han’s emotions were complicated when she picked up He Xing, and just as complex as she saw him off.

And with Fu Xingbo practically escorting them back and forth, given the Fu Family’s circumstances, there was no need for Fu Xingbo to send them, hinting at a deeper meaning behind his actions.

The car stopped precisely in the underground parking lot. Fu Xingbo didn’t exit the car but poked his head out calling after He Xing, "He Xing, do you have nothing to say to me?"

It took a moment for He Xing to grasp the meaning behind Fu Xingbo’s words, but when he noticed Fu Xingbo looking at Fu Han, he instinctively wrapped an arm around Fu Han’s shoulder, "Uncle, Fu Han has forgiven me. We’re now back to being engaged. When I’m not by Fu Han’s side, I hope you can take good care of her."