Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 488: Terrifying Journey to Work

Chapter 488: Chapter 488: Terrifying Journey to Work

Before she even exerted force, the car door suddenly opened with a clang, and Ji Liangchuan’s face appeared in front of Fu Han. She was startled and let out a gasp.

Fu Han’s first reaction was to turn around and run, but as she did so, the driver’s voice came through: "Miss Fu Han, what’s the matter? Mr. Ji said he was going to help out at your shop today, so he’s riding with you. Is there a problem?"

Ji Liangchuan promptly added, "That’s right, Fu Han. I heard that Su Cheng and He Xing have both returned to the country. I thought you might be very busy, so... you wouldn’t refuse my free labor, would you?"

He was all smiles as he spoke, his peach blossom eyes turning into crescent moons, making him look exceptionally amiable.

However, in Fu Han’s eyes, he had nothing to do with "amiability" anymore; the demonic Ji Liangchuan from that night remained one of her nightmares to this day.

But could she really reject Ji Liangchuan just like that? In the eyes of the driver, and even her uncle and aunt, Ji Liangchuan was a young man who liked Fu Han and was gracefully charming. If Fu Han kicked Ji Liangchuan out, it would mean she had to clarify what happened that night.

Once she spoke out, wouldn’t Ji Liangchuan’s reputation be completely ruined? After all, Fu Han had been wondering over the past two days if the streetlights were too dim that night, making her see things that weren’t there.

The wind of winter howled, and the driver reminded Fu Han to get in the car again.

After a moment’s thought, Fu Han closed the rear door and directly sat in the passenger seat, leaving Ji Liangchuan alone in the back.

The car slowly moved forward. On both sides of the road were piles of snow that Fu Han had seen so much she no longer found them astounding. The tree trunks were still bare, and with the help of the strong wind, most of the snow on the trunks had fallen off, leaving the trunks bare and devoid of beauty.

Along the road, quaint little houses appeared now and then, the kind you’d see in fairy tales. Fu Han had seen so many that she was no longer moved by them.

She leaned back against the seat and thought silently. The bustling streets of A City weren’t so bad, full of vitality. And the winters there weren’t as cold. Fashion-loving girls who could handle the cold could still show off their delicate curves in winter.

The streets of A City were lined with camphor trees, and although they shed a lot of leaves in autumn and winter, they remained green, with always a new bloom in the flowerbeds.

The winters in M Country were a crystal-clear world of ice and snow, but beyond that, there was nothing. The outdoor activities here in winter were pitifully scarce: skiing, skating, and then nothing more.

It wasn’t like A City, where despite the cold winter, except for the days when the wind blew fiercely, the streets were still full of people. Every morning and evening, there were old men and women dancing in the square, and there were many outdoor playgrounds. On weekends or on not-so-cold evenings, many parents brought their children out to play, which really felt like the warmth of human life.

When sending He Xing back, Fu Xingbo said they would soon return to the country. Fu Han didn’t know when her uncle meant by "soon." But then there were customers in her studio who specifically requested Fu Han as the photographer, and she had already agreed. Wouldn’t it be wrong to break her promise?

Fu Han resolved in her heart that today, on the last day of the event, she would refuse anyone who asked her to be their photographer. After all, they had hired nothing but professional photographers with excellent skills at their studio, and their shoots were guaranteed to satisfy customers. If the customer wasn’t happy, they could reshoot.

Silently, she thought that since she’d be returning to the country before long, she should start preparing in advance. That way, she wouldn’t leave a mess behind for her uncle to clean up.

Suddenly, a hand reached over from behind and patted Fu Han’s shoulder.

Fu Han turned her head to look at Ji Liangchuan and asked with a calm voice tinged with coolness, "What’s up, is there something you need?"

"Look at your phone," Ji Liangchuan pointed to Fu Han’s phone, his handsome eyes filled with an extremely complex light.

A strong sense of unease surfaced in Fu Han’s heart. A voice inside told her, "Don’t look at the phone, just don’t." But her hand, as if bewitched, ignored her inner fear and shakily unlocked the phone.

There was a new message on the phone’s main screen, sent by Ji Liangchuan. It didn’t say anything, just contained a video with a pitch-black thumbnail.

Immediately, Fu Han recalled the video Ji Liangchuan had sent before, the one where He Xing fed Xia Ning. A wave of fear rushed through her.

The video automatically started playing, lasting only a dozen seconds. In the video, He Xing was again feeding Xia Ning. Midway, Xia Ning leaned into He Xing’s embrace, and the two just hugged each other like that.

Fu Han compared mentally, recognizing that the clothes He Xing wore in the video differed from those in the photos; thus, she inferred these weren’t taken on the same day. In other words, He Xing had fed Xia Ning at least twice, at the minimum.

A chill spread from Fu Han’s heart, quickly invading her limbs. Her face drained of all color, becoming paler than the bloodstained snow on the roadside.

Her phone buzzed with another new message. Mechanically, Fu Han opened it—it was from Ji Liangchuan.

"I received this video a few days ago, but I was afraid you’d be upset if you saw it, so I didn’t show it to you. But now that you and He Xing have reconciled, I don’t want him to deceive you, so I decided to let you see the video anyway."

Fu Han couldn’t help but scoff inwardly. If it weren’t for the driver uncle nearby, she might rush up and have a proper argument with Ji Liangchuan. But now she could only suppress the anger boiling within her, tapping the screen with such force she might puncture it.

"Deceive? You only talk about He Xing’s deception towards me. Why don’t you mention your deception? There’s no need for me to tell you who Taozi is, right? You say you like me with your lips, but in your heart, I’m just a substitute. Isn’t that a deception?"

After sending the message, she shifted toward the car door, crossing her arms and looking out the window, completely ignoring Ji Liangchuan’s unsettling gaze behind her.

A few minutes later, another message from Ji Liangchuan came in: "We’re about to arrive at the studio. If you’re willing, I want to tell you everything I know. I’ll be waiting for you at the corner Milk Tea Shop. Don’t stand me up."

Anger made Fu Han delete the message immediately, without any intention of replying. She was afraid that once she replied, she would curse, not understanding how such people existed in this world, always dousing your joy with cold water—and the icy kind at that.

If she wasn’t worried about losing the chat history and being unable to find the videos and images, she would have deleted Ji Liangchuan from her friend list right away.