Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 489: The Words of a Madman Can’t Be Trusted

Chapter 489: Chapter 489: The Words of a Madman Can’t Be Trusted

Five minutes later, the car precisely stopped at the entrance of Fu Han’s studio. She didn’t know where she found the strength, but she opened the heavy car door in one move. After getting out of the car, she was still seething with anger, slamming the car door shut with so much force that the glass on the car emitted a trembling sound as if it was about to shatter.

Ji Liangchuan followed Fu Han out of the car, his gaze fixed on her from the beginning to the end. Unfortunately, Fu Han didn’t even give him a glance and went straight into the studio.

The street in the morning wasn’t crowded. The bluestone pavement was clean, devoid of even a speck of snow. The sun overhead appeared to be cold, as if it were wearing a sweater, barely radiating any strength.

Ji Liangchuan took out his phone and sent a message to Fu Han, "I’ll wait for you, not leaving without seeing you," and then he walked toward the street corner; the sunlight fell on his face, and although he was smiling, his entire person gave off a chilly feeling.

Fu Han reminded herself over and over not to go to the cafe. She was one hundred percent sure that Ji Liangchuan would only add to her troubles and definitely wouldn’t say anything useful.

However, her reasoning only supported her staying inside the studio for less than an hour. She really wanted to know what all this was about, she desperately wanted to know why Ji Liangchuan had those things, her heart was full of doubts.

The cafe on the street corner was one of the most ordinary in the city. Its decor was simple, and the taste of the coffee was mediocre, but it was always busy due to its convenient location.

For example, today was their third day of business, and for two afternoons straight, they had ordered coffee and desserts from this cafe. There was no other reason than its proximity and quick delivery.

Fu Han stood in front of the cafe, slightly tilting her head to look at the cafe. The dark green sign was the same color as the sofa on the first floor of her studio, a pleasant and timeless hue.

Ji Liangchuan’s spot was easy to find, right beside the most conspicuous floor-to-ceiling window, basked in sunlight at this moment when the entire cafe had only this spot illuminated.

There was a cup of coffee in front of him that was no longer steaming. Fu Han guessed that he probably didn’t want to drink coffee but ordered a cup just so that it didn’t look like he was occupying a seat for no reason.

Upon seeing Fu Han, Ji Liangchuan waved at her from inside with a smile, as if they were long-time friends without any barriers between them.

Such a smile only served to make Fu Han feel insincere. She glared at Ji Liangchuan unapologetically and then walked to the cafe door and pushed open the glass door, causing the hanging wind chimes to emit a pleasant sound.

Immediately a sweet-looking waitress greeted her, "Hello, what would you like?"

Fu Han, walking straight toward Ji Liangchuan’s table, replied, "A cup of coffee."

Ji Liangchuan watched Fu Han with a warm smile, as if she was the apple of his eye. As she approached, he quickly got up, and in a gentlemanly manner, pulled out the chair opposite him for her to sit down.

The two of them, as if by tacit agreement, said nothing to each other until the coffee had been served.

Although Fu Han was almost certain that no one here would understand their language, it was a deeply ingrained habit not to discuss personal matters in front of the waitstaff, one she could not erase.

Finally, a steaming cup of coffee was brought over, and a rich aroma of coffee filled the air.

The rich aroma was one of the reasons this cafe attracted customers. Although the flavor of their coffee was indeed average, the coffee they brewed was delicious. Many who didn’t know the truth were lured in by the tempting aroma, like Zhao Ting and Liang Tao, who were responsible for buying the afternoon tea the day before yesterday.

Fu Han stirred her coffee continuously without any intention of drinking. She wasn’t interested in coffee and only drank it occasionally to stay awake. Drinking coffee in the morning was something that simply didn’t happen for her.

Ji Liangchuan’s gaze remained on Fu Han. They were sitting only a fifty-centimeter-wide table apart, so close he could even see a layer of golden fuzz on Fu Han’s face.

His look was particularly complex, and after a long while, he spoke softly, "Fu Han, I don’t know how you found out about Taozi. I admit I first noticed you because you looked a bit like her, but in my heart, Taozi is Taozi, and you are you; you are different people."

"Ha..." Fu Han scoffed, finally letting her gaze fall on Ji Liangchuan. Her beautiful eyes held nothing but anger and disdain, "You don’t need to say these self-deceiving words to me unless you can convince yourself."

"Of course, I can convince myself. What I said is from the heart," Ji Liangchuan blurted out eagerly, his face flushing red with excitement.

Fu Han, unable to contain her disgust, rolled her eyes and retorted scornfully, "I don’t want to hear about your feelings for me. I just want to know what exactly do you want?"

"What do I want?" Ji Liangchuan repeated Fu Han’s words, his face growing even more flushed, his whole body seemingly on the verge of exploding, "I’ve gone to great lengths to get these things for you, so you wouldn’t be deceived by He Xing, that two-timer. Fu Han, I just want you to be happy."

"Make me happy?" Fu Han felt like she just heard a huge joke, ridiculous to the point that one could laugh nonstop for three days and three nights, "If you truly want me to be happy, please never again show me those photos from P country. If you want to make me happy, please leave my life."

"Why?" Ji Liangchuan stood up abruptly, his hands pressing on the table, his body leaning forward emotionally, looking down at Fu Han from a commanding height, "You don’t believe the videos I showed you? Are you drugged by He Xing? With irrefutable evidence, you still deceive yourself?"

The horrendous scene from the previous night replayed before Fu Han, and instinctively she backed away, shouting with all her might, "Yes, I like He Xing, and let me tell you, I will only like He Xing in this lifetime, no matter what he does. As for you, you disgust me."

Having said that, Fu Han didn’t linger. She got up and left the cafe without looking back at Ji Liangchuan, even as the sound of crashing came from behind her.

Fu Han told herself that she was now certain this man was a madman, utterly insane, and so the photos and videos he sent were not to be trusted; although Fu Han couldn’t see any signs of tampering, Ji Liangchuan’s mad actions were evidence enough for her to dismiss them.

She kept walking straight ahead without a backward glance, and eventually, she stopped in front of the studio, pulled out her phone, and brought up the video. Her finger was already on the delete button, but in the end, she decided against it.