Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 513: A Wasted Trip

Chapter 513: Chapter 513: A Wasted Trip

A few minutes later, the agent came back and whispered something into Jiang Ling’s ear, causing her complexion to turn increasingly grim.

Fu Han closed her eyes and her hearing became a bit more sensitive than before, enabling her to clearly hear what Jiang Ling’s agent said.

Her agent mentioned that they had contacted the brand side, which insisted that the shoot must be done with this particular outfit, and if Jiang Ling refused, it would be treated as a breach of contract.

Honestly speaking, upon hearing these words, Fu Han felt no sympathy for Jiang Ling. She wasn’t the first celebrity to come to Cheng Yihan for a shoot, nor was she the most influential one, but she was definitely the most difficult to serve.

However, Fu Han was indeed surprised by the brand’s tough stance. Normally, brands would try not to offend artists as it would be beneficial for future collaborations.

As she puzzled over this, the photographer’s assistant leaned in and whispered, "President Fu, you might not be aware, but this advertisement is for a brand under a subsidiary of He Group, and they specifically requested our company for the shoot."

So it was related to He Xing, no wonder the client was so unprecedentedly uncompromising.

Fu Han tried hard to appear calm, but flushes of red still swept across her face, making her look even more enchanting.

On the other side, Jiang Ling, though reluctant, changed into the outfit. She walked up to Fu Han, pointing at her dissatisfiedly, "You’ll do the shoot for me, I won’t accept anyone else."

"Lady Jiang, the contract states that I am the photographer," the Photographer, who had long found Jiang Ling disagreeable, immediately spoke up to assist Fu Han upon hearing Jiang Ling’s demand, "Besides, President Fu rarely takes pictures herself."

"I don’t care," Jiang Ling said, her hands on her hips and her diva attitude fully displayed, "Didn’t Fu Han win the Best Photographer Award? I just want to see how well she shoots."

The Photographer wanted to say more, but Fu Han stopped him, "If I am to shoot, then I will, as long as Lady Jiang Ling cooperates. It’s okay for us to accommodate her a bit."

Jiang Ling huffed coldly again, but this time she didn’t say much more, which could be taken as her acquiescence to what Fu Han had said.

Fu Han had OCD and would only use her own DSLR camera to shoot. When her hand touched the camera, she felt an odd sense of joy as if reuniting with an old friend.

The official shoot began, and Jiang Ling, being a star, was professional after all. Despite her grievances against Fu Han, when the camera was on her, she strove to look as beautiful as possible.

But this was tough for Fu Han. Jiang Ling kept saying she wasn’t satisfied with the shots and kept asking Fu Han to take more.

What could have been done in just a few hours dragged on until past midnight to finish.

After Jiang Ling left, Fu Han was so exhausted she had no energy left. She just wanted to quickly return to her office to rest, food and everything else could wait.

...

Xia Ning timed her arrival at He Group perfectly, knocking on He Xing’s office door as soon as the clock struck twelve.

With a smile on her face as she knocked, Xia Ning assumed that He Xing would be the one to open the door, but to her surprise, it was Liang Tao.

Xia Ning’s smile disappeared instantly as she looked at Liang Tao coldly, "Where’s Brother He Xing? I’ve brought him lunch."

Xia Ning often looked for various excuses to visit He Group. If not for He Xing’s intervention, not only would she bring lunch every day, but she might even have applied to be He Xing’s assistant.

Liang Tao also found Xia Ning difficult to deal with. He coughed awkwardly, "Lady Xia Ning, President He left half an hour ago. Didn’t you call him before coming?"

This was one of He Xing’s rules: the company wasn’t a place for jest. He required Xia Ning to call him before coming, and only if he agreed could she visit.

Worried that He Xing would ignore her, Xia Ning usually complied, but today she feared that even if she called, he would not allow her to come, so she took the risk of angering him and showed up anyway.

Upon hearing this, a faint blush spread across Xia Ning’s face, "Ahem, well... my phone ran out of battery, so I couldn’t call He Xing. Can you tell me where he went and when he will be back?"

Liang Tao’s bronze-colored face turned dark purple, but he mustered the courage to reply, "President He said he was going to have lunch with Lady Fu Han, so he left work early to meet her."

Again, Fu Han. Xia Ning found herself getting angry at the mere mention of that name, especially when she sensed a mocking look in Liang Tao’s eyes.

She shoved the two big bags she was carrying into Liang Tao’s hands, "Since Brother He Xing isn’t here, these things are no longer needed. You can either eat them yourself or throw them in the trash."

After speaking, she didn’t linger and turned to leave, her heels clicking as she walked away, her swaying so pronounced that it looked as if she might twist her waist off.

Liang Tao looked down at the bags in his hands. Just by the smell, he knew the food was prepared by a five-star hotel chef and his mouth watered.

Without any reservations, Liang Tao gathered a few familiar colleagues, and they all enjoyed the fancy meal Xia Ning had brought to the Tea Room.

Xia Ning, the further she got from He Xing’s office, the angrier she became. Once downstairs, she furiously dialed Yi Lixing’s number, "I mean, how long are you going to wait before dealing with Fu Han? I get angry just seeing her!"

The sound of Yi Lixing’s voice, carrying a strange, indescribable eeriness, came through the phone, "Miss Xia, don’t be in a rush, we need time to find someone. If we get someone unreliable, that would only cause you trouble, wouldn’t it?"

"Three days," Xia Ning said through gritted teeth, "If you can make Fu Han disappear in three days, I’ll pay an additional one million."

"Deal!"

After hanging up, Xia Ning felt much better. She turned back to look at the towering He Family building, rising into the clouds amidst the bustling city center, standing out like a sharp sword.

She was determined to become the mistress of that building, she must! No one could stop her. Whoever tried, she would fight them to the end.

Getting into her car, she was still irritated, so she directly accessed her GPS, setting Cheng Yihan Company as the destination; she had figured it out, even if He Xing didn’t welcome her, she couldn’t let him have a pleasant meal with Fu Han.

It wasn’t just about causing a disturbance. After all the trouble Fu Han had caused her over the years, what she was doing now was simply tit-for-tat, an eye for an eye.

The scenery outside the car window zoomed by in reverse, the beautiful reflection of Xia Ning on the glass taking on a slightly eerie aspect, as if turning the winter sunlight itself dim.

Beyond the coldest time of the year, with the New Year approaching, the streets were increasingly crowded, everyone’s faces beaming, except hers, which bore not a trace of a smile.