Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 536 - 537 Final Result

Chapter 536: Chapter 537 Final Result

"Hmph, not thirsty, or just afraid to drink, eh?" He Xing let out a cold snort and with a slap, placed the teacup on the table. He looked at Xia Ning with a frosty gaze, "Do you take me for a fool? Don’t think I don’t know what happened on the night of my return. I fired the cook, you must be aware of that, right?"

Xia Ning’s face went from red to white, and she let out a forced chuckle, still stubbornly saying, "He Xing, brother, I... I don’t know, what are you talking about, I... I don’t understand?"

"Don’t understand?" He Xing lifted the now lukewarm Hangover Tea, appearing as if he were admiring a piece of art, "Xia Ning, you can pretend to play dumb with me here, but don’t treat me like an idiot, okay? Do you think I would fall for the same trick twice?"

Xia Ning went limp. If it weren’t for her hands gripping the back of the sofa, she would probably have collapsed to the floor; she was so frightened right now and had an overwhelming urge to turn and run away.

He Xing didn’t spare Xia Ning another glance, instead turning his head to look at Ji Liangchuan.

It was as if he was seeing Ji Liangchuan for the first time, appraising him from head to toe before speaking with deep disdain, "Ji Liangchuan, I once truly thought you were my friend, but now it seems you don’t deserve to be. My friends, even if they wanted to compete with me for Xia Ning, would never stoop to such despicable means."

These words struck Ji Liangchuan like a blow to the head, erasing all the feigned peace he had painted over his heart.

Ever since he was young, he had always known that he was inferior to He Xing in every way: his family background wasn’t as illustrious, he wasn’t as tall and handsome, even his academic achievements weren’t as good, let alone their business acumen.

Yet he had always been He Xing’s friend, a status that always gave Ji Liangchuan an illusion, making him feel that even if he wasn’t as good as He Xing, he couldn’t be that far behind.

But now, He Xing was clearly telling Ji Liangchuan that he regretted ever considering him a friend because Ji Liangchuan wasn’t worthy of that title.

Although Ji Liangchuan had anticipated this day from the moment he officially decided to pursue Xia Ning, the total denunciation of his character by He Xing was still a heavy blow.

Ji Liangchuan’s stomach was already in turmoil, and now it hurt so much that it felt as if it could explode, the pain piercing through to his heart.

The color drained from his face, and with a scream, he collapsed onto the table.

In the moment he lost consciousness, he saw a swarm of people rushing towards him; without a doubt, they were there for the spectacle.

Suddenly, Ji Liangchuan felt afraid and began to regret why he had tried to outdrink He Xing. He always thought his tolerance for alcohol, given his bar ownership, would surely be better than He Xing’s, but it seemed he had once again misjudged He Xing’s capacity for drink.

Just as he had misjudged He Xing’s intelligence. He thought that when He Xing was inebriated, Xia Ning could easily get him to drink the Hangover Tea with "something extra" in it.

Amid the schadenfreude of the onlookers, Ji Liangchuan saw He Xing seize a server by the collar and bellow, "Aren’t you going to call 120 immediately?"

If he had a choice, Ji Liangchuan would definitely not want He Xing to rescue him, but if his life depended on it and He Xing didn’t help, he had to let He Xing rescue him.

Even though He Xing regretted having made a friend of him, Ji Liangchuan didn’t regret having made a friend of He Xing.

Yes, the person who had wronged their friendship was always Ji Liangchuan. He knew the name Fu Han when he was abroad; it was Fu Han’s eighteenth birthday and He Xing emailed him excitedly, saying Fu Han also liked him, and from then on, they were engaged.

At that time, Ji Liangchuan got along well with Taozi, and he was genuinely happy for He Xing.

Latter, He Xing told him that Fu Han had left, had gone abroad. He Xing said that no matter what happened, he would only ever love Fu Han, and he would only marry Fu Han.

Ji Liangchuan was clearly a witness to the relationship between He Xing and Fu Han, but now he had become a saboteur.

He didn’t want it this way, but many things don’t just not happen because you don’t want them to. Taozi was gone, and he couldn’t lose Fu Han.

In the moment Ji Liangchuan passed out in agony, all he could think about was that he absolutely couldn’t lose Fu Han. He gave He Xing one last glare with all his might, then lost consciousness.

When He Xing left the bar, he already felt lightheaded, but the chill of the outside air quickly sobered him up a bit.

Xia Ning followed closely behind, echoing, "He Xing, brother, you’re drunk, you can’t drive, let me take you home."

"No need, I’ll call a ride-hailing service," He Xing coldly refused, pulling out his phone to place an order, but for some reason, he couldn’t seem to send out his request.

Xia Ning had one hand in her wool coat; she moved closer to He Xing and pointed at his phone screen with her other hand, "He Xing, brother, maybe it’s too late and the platform isn’t taking orders anymore. Let me take you home, I promise to deliver you to the He Family’s villa."

He Xing ignored Xia Ning. After waiting another two minutes, his phone seemed to malfunction. Not only could he not send the ride-hailing request, he couldn’t even get a signal.

The cold wind of the winter night was growing stronger, and He Xing, heavy with drink, felt increasingly uncomfortable, as if his head might explode at any moment.

His legs also began to shake, unsure whether it was due to being underdressed or overdrinking, he felt like he could fall to the ground at any time.

Drawing on his last ounce of willpower, He Xing quickly moved toward his car.

Xia Ning, shouting "Be careful, He Xing, brother," hurried after him. Under the hazy light, one could see a smug smile on her face.

Finally in the car, He Xing sat in the passenger seat and threw the keys to Xia Ning, his voice unusually frosty, "You take me to the He family villa, and if you take me anywhere dodgy again, I won’t let you off the hook."

It was the first time He Xing spoke to Xia Ning with such a threatening tone, not the usual playful threats but a genuine menace, as if to say if she didn’t comply, he would make her life hell.

Xia Ning, pale-faced, agreed. Her calf muscles spasmed from pressing the accelerator, so tense from nervousness that her knuckles stood out starkly white as she gripped the steering wheel, looking as thin as bones.

The Lamborghini slowly moved forward, and He Xing, eyelids heavy, still mustered the strength to guide Xia Ning, "Turn right at the upcoming intersection, get closer."