Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 509 Ungrateful Breach of Promise

Chapter 509: Chapter 509 Ungrateful Breach of Promise

Asking myself honestly, even if Su Cheng had nothing in his hands, as long as he found He Xing, He Xing would still sign the contract with him. Not for any other reason, but simply because he was Fu Han’s friend.

Because during the three years He Xing couldn’t be by Fu Han’s side, it was Su Cheng and Nan Qing who kept her company, ensuring she wasn’t too lonely.

So although He Xing never said anything, in fact, he was grateful in his heart to both Su Cheng and Nan Qing. Should either of them ever face difficulties, He Xing would definitely help them.

Actually, He Xing had initially intended to offer Su Cheng an order worth five million today, but Su Cheng said he had already investigated and found that the He Group’s purchase volume for that batch of materials was only one million. Therefore, he signed a one-million order with He Xing, which was the price after Su Cheng had negotiated the total price down.

The order had already been signed, and Su Cheng had also handed his list to He Xing. He got up, ready to leave, "Mr. He, thank you for today. If there’s a need in the future... never mind, I hope we have a pleasant cooperation, goodbye."

He Xing quickly stood up and followed him, his voice hurried, "Su Cheng, I... "

"What’s wrong? Is there something else?" Su Cheng turned back indifferently, his delicate face full of confusion.

He Xing tilted his head and smiled, with the smile finally reaching his eyes, "My deal with you... the one in M Country, is null and void; I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken advantage of someone in distress. You and Fu Han are good friends, and I’m grateful that you like her, grateful for all that you’ve done for her. If... I mean, if you still like Fu Han, you should rely on your own merits, but rest assured I won’t make it easy for you."

In fact, when Fu Han and He Xing talked about his deal with Su Cheng, He Xing had already wanted to say these things. Given his pride, he was never afraid of anyone liking Fu Han.

After all, there had been too many people who liked Fu Han since they were children, but he had never taken any of them seriously. He never felt he had rivals in love, and Su Cheng shouldn’t be the exception.

Su Cheng looked deeply at He Xing, as if he wanted to see through He Xing’s face to what he was thinking.

At last, a smile appeared on Su Cheng’s face, but it was nothing more than a bitter one, "He Xing, I actually wish you had made that deal with me. At least it would’ve proven that I am a threat to you. Now that you’ve broken the agreement, I’m not happy at all. On the contrary, I feel that you’re insulting me."

Having said that, Su Cheng didn’t wait any longer and turned to leave directly.

On the other hand, He Xing had calmed down a lot after speaking those words, but after hearing what Su Cheng said, his mood became even heavier than before, seemingly more profound than earlier.

...

Fu Han hadn’t driven in a long time; it seemed that since the premiere of "Longing Returns" when she had the car accident with Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei and suffered facial disfigurement with memory loss, she hadn’t driven a car since.

Originally, He Xing had insisted on taking Fu Han today, mainly because he was worried she would have problems driving.

But Fu Han was clear-headed about one thing: if you fear something and avoid it, you will never escape the shadow it casts over your life.

So, Fu Han still drove her car from the He Family mansion. The mountainous road used to be her shadow, especially going downhill, which was terrifying. Every time she drove down, her heart would be in her throat.

Today was no exception. Fu Han pressed the gas pedal with one foot and awkwardly placed the other on the brake pedal, ready to brake immediately in case of any emergency.

However, strangely, today’s journey was exceptionally smooth. Except for Fu Han, she didn’t see any other cars on the road, and she made her way down the mountain without any issues.

It took half an hour to drive from Lanwan Mountain to Cheng Yihan Company. Fu Han’s trip went so smoothly it was unbelievable, not a single red light in sight.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds overhead, she felt exceptionally comfortable. She was even eager to get to the company quickly—it was her company, of course, and also Su Cheng’s.

Speaking of Su Cheng, Fu Han was somewhat concerned about how he was handling things at home. As a friend, she felt it was her duty to be concerned about the situation at Su Cheng’s home, but given the slightly complex nature of their relationship, she hesitated, unsure whether to contact him or not.

In the end, she decided to first check whether Su Cheng was at the company; if not, she would consider whether to contact Su Cheng.

Their company’s office building in City A was a high-end, large area, occupying an entire floor; mainly because they were a photography company, with various dressing rooms, props, and some interior set-ups, as well as post-production editing and retouching, all on this one floor.

Fu Han stepped out of the elevator and looked around. After more than a month away, she felt strangely unfamiliar with the place. Even the two potted plants by the elevator door seemed new to her.

To the left of the elevator was the photography studio area, and to the right was the office area. After pondering, she decided to first visit the office area.

The glass door to the office area looked as if it hadn’t been cleaned for a long time, with clear stains making it not transparent but frosted glass-like, semi-transparent.

Fu Han was somewhat displeased, feeling that the cleaner had been irresponsible and should have a talk with them.

She pushed open the door and came in. On the left was the reception area. She looked and didn’t see anyone. Only when she got closer did she find the receptionist listening to music with headphones on.

Behind the glass door was a small, delicate wind chime that would ring with a clear sound whenever someone pushed the door, which explains why the receptionist didn’t notice anyone coming in.

Fu Han’s face darkened. She rapped her knuckles against the marble countertop, her cold eyes fixed on the receptionist, waiting for her to look up.

The delicate receptionist was startled when she saw Fu Han. As she took off her headphones and stuffed her phone into the drawer, she struggled to muster a smile that was uglier than crying, "Fu... President Fu, you... you’ve come."

"Is it strange that I’ve come?" Fu Han’s face remained stern, her voice cold, "Or are you saying that I shouldn’t be here? Isn’t this my company?"

The receptionist’s eyes reddened in panic. She opened her mouth but couldn’t say a word.

Unexpectedly, Fu Han felt a surge of guilt, and she was angry at herself for this emotion. It was the other party’s mistake, and her admonishment was justified. Why feel embarrassed?

Fu Han glared at the receptionist and said coldly, "Let this not happen again. If I find out you’re not working properly during office hours and doing things unrelated to work, I’ll fire you on the spot."

"Yes, yes, President Fu, I won’t do this again," the receptionist was so excited that tears nearly spilled over, and her face turned even redder, which made her delicate features appear somewhat moving.