Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 531 - 532: Don’t Want to Hear Anymore

Chapter 531: Chapter 532: Don’t Want to Hear Anymore

"No impact at all?" The wind was too strong, and Fu Han’s eyes were on the verge of tearing up at any moment. She blinked hard twice, not wanting to appear so disheveled in front of He Xing: "He Xing, you think your actions have no impact on me now, but I hope that when the tables are turned one day, you’ll also remain unchanged in how you’re feeling right now."

After saying that, Fu Han didn’t stay any longer, turning around and heading straight for the main door on the first floor.

One of her feet had already stepped inside when she turned back, holding the glass door, to say to He Xing, "I will be staying here for a bit, and I will call Grandpa myself to let him know. As for you, I hope you won’t have the shamelessness to live across from me anymore—I don’t want to see you now."

With a click, the glass door closed, perfectly sealed, not even a sliver of wind could pass through. She didn’t know whether He Xing had said anything, and even if he had, she no longer wanted to hear it.

Tears welled up and streamed down her face unrestrained, like pearls slipping from a broken thread. Fortunately, there was no one else in the elevator to witness Fu Han’s current state of disarray.

She wished she could stop crying before she got back to her room, but now she had lost control over her own body. She was like a person made of water—her tears would be wiped away, only to immediately be replaced by new ones.

Fu Han didn’t want Nan Qing to see her crying. Nan Qing was happily looking forward to bringing Wang Yixuan to meet her parents the next day, eagerly anticipating their upcoming wedding and the fruit of their love; Fu Han didn’t want to dampen Nan Qing’s happiness because of herself.

She had reached the 22nd floor, but she didn’t feel like going in, so she simply hid in the safety stairwell at the end of the corridor and sat there. There was only a dim, yellow light above the safety door. She couldn’t see if the stairs were clean or not, but it hardly mattered at this point—who would still care about cleanliness?

Fu Han took out her phone and painstakingly typed out a message to Grandpa. If she didn’t return, he would not sleep, no matter how late it got, so she had to explain herself clearly to him.

But she wouldn’t say that the main reason she wasn’t going back was because of a fight with He Xing. She simply said that Nan Qing had asked for her help to stay and keep her company for a while. She knew that if she put it that way, Grandpa would surely not be angry.

As expected, Grandpa instantly sent a voice message, telling Fu Han to take care of herself, to call if there was anything, and to visit him when she had the time.

Fu Han dared not send a voice message because Grandpa would surely realize she was crying, so she could only type.

...

He Xing stood outside the glass door on the first floor, watching as that slender figure gradually disappeared into the distance. He saw Fu Han enter the elevator without looking back, his frown deepening, not understanding what had gone wrong exactly.

"How much longer do you plan to stand here?" A familiar voice tinged with a hint of strangeness chimed in behind He Xing.

He Xing slowly turned around and indeed saw an old acquaintance, Ji Liangchuan.

At this moment, Ji Liangchuan was standing three meters away under a tree. Under the shelter of the tree shade, if you didn’t look carefully, you might not even notice him.

"What are you doing here?" He Xing’s frown tightened, his voice tinged with mild confusion.

Ji Liangchuan was pursuing Fu Han now, so He Xing had people watching him, but his informants hadn’t told He Xing about Ji Liangchuan’s return to the country.

Ji Liangchuan smiled, his large, peach-blossom eyes slightly curving, as attractive as the bright moon above, his words equally gentle, "Of course, I am here because of Fu Han. I’m pursuing her, so I am where she is."

This statement almost instantly ignited He Xing’s fury. He glared at Ji Liangchuan, his voice filled with anger, "What exactly do you want? I’ve told you I will never allow you to get near Fu Han. She is not someone else’s replacement."

"You disapprove?" Ji Liangchuan laughed, his face full of scorn, "On what grounds do you disapprove? Who do you think you are to Fu Han? In the end, you’re just one of her suitors, like me."

The final words "like me" echoed loudly, as if Ji Liangchuan was afraid He Xing wouldn’t hear them.

Indeed, He Xing’s face grew furious, he said nothing but started walking towards Ji Liangchuan, each step increasing his imposing aura.

Facing such an aura, Ji Liangchuan remained unusually calm, slightly raising his eyelids to look at He Xing, "We are all adults here; surely we won’t resort to something as uncultured as fighting to resolve our differences, right?"

He Xing scoffed rudely, "Fighting? I won’t fight with you, because in my heart, you’re not even as threatening as Su Cheng."

After saying that, He Xing didn’t linger any longer, walking past Ji Liangchuan and heading straight for his car.

Ji Liangchuan clenched and then released his hand resting at his waist, his teeth even leaving a clear bite mark on his lips. A few seconds later, a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes as he stomped his foot and ran after He Xing. "He Xing, how about we have a drink and settle this once and for all? Whoever wins can demand one thing from the other."

"Why should I drink with you?" He Xing’s car door was already open, he supported himself on it and said coldly, "The wife of a friend is off-limits. You’ve known all along I want nobody but Fu Han, yet you still wish to intervene. From that moment on, you lost the right to have a drink with me."

The coldness in Ji Liangchuan’s eyes intensified, he scoffed and spoke again, "What if I tell you that if you drink me under the table, I’ll never pester Fu Han again?"

He Xing, who had already been bending down ready to get into the car, heard this and emerged again, looking at Ji Liangchuan with skepticism, "Are you serious?"

"Of course." A proud look appeared on Ji Liangchuan’s handsome face, "It’s wrong to steal someone’s love, but I truly like Fu Han. Or if you think you can’t outdrink me, I won’t ask you to stop pursuing Fu Han; I will only ask you to compete fairly with me."

Already frustrated, He Xing had been planning to find a place to have a good drink today anyway. Now with stakes involved, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to deal with Ji Liangchuan, an irritating opponent.

No, to be precise, Ji Liangchuan was not really an opponent for He Xing; his presence only served as proof of how blind He Xing had been in the past to have befriended such a person.

The Lamborghini moved slowly forward, the light from street lamps shining on the window glass, with He Xing’s face flickering between light and shadow, at times radiant like a deity, at other times dim like a noble vampire.

Ji Liangchuan’s car followed He Xing’s, as they had agreed earlier to go to Ji Liangchuan’s rose-colored bar to compete in drinking prowess.

He Xing didn’t care where they drank; his alcohol tolerance was on par with Ji Liangchuan’s, so the outcome was anyone’s guess.