Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 537 - 538: Dare not Blaspheme the Gods

Chapter 537: Chapter 538: Dare not Blaspheme the Gods

"Okay, I got it." Xia Ning obediently agreed and indeed turned right at the upcoming intersection, just as He Xing had instructed.

Lanwan Mountain was already in the city center, and Ji Liangchuan’s bar was not that remote. If they took the route He Xing suggested, it would take less than half an hour to get to Lanwan Mountain.

He Xing’s eyelids became heavier and heavier, forcing himself to focus on the road ahead for a few minutes. Seeing that Xia Ning was driving steadily, he closed his eyes.

At the next intersection, to head back to Lanwan Mountain, they should turn right again.

Xia Ning slowed down the car and glanced at He Xing. He was leaning back, eyes tightly shut; Xia Ning swallowed nervously and mustered the courage to ask softly, "He Xing Brother, He Xing Brother, which way next?"

After her call, there was no response. Not even He Xing’s eyelashes fluttered.

Xia Ning’s courage grew exponentially. She pulled the car over to the side of the road and tentatively reached out to touch He Xing’s cheek; her touch was quick and retracting, as though she feared being caught red-handed by He Xing. Unexpectedly, He Xing didn’t react at all.

The street light shone through the window, casting its glow on He Xing. The warm light enshrouded him like a transparent bell jar. He was as handsome as a prince from a fairy tale, so beautiful it was hard to look away.

Xia Ning swallowed hard; her hand stopped less than a centimeter away from He Xing. She didn’t dare to touch him, feeling as though touching him would be like desecrating a deity.

She despised her cowardly behavior, but then she thought, since He Xing was already out of it, why couldn’t she do whatever she wanted tonight?

With this thought, Xia Ning cheered up. She turned on the navigation, selected a five-star hotel operated by Xia Group, and started driving straight there.

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She didn’t know how much time had passed when Fu Han finally stopped crying, or perhaps her tears had simply run dry. She opened the emergency door and went out, realizing that nearly two hours had passed since she had left, yet her conversation with He Xing had lasted less than half an hour. In essence, she had cried for over an hour and a half.

Fu Han struggled to open her eyes wide, but they were already red and swollen, making it impossible to see clearly. She regretted not bringing her keys in her hurried exit.

Had she brought her keys, she wouldn’t have to knock on the door as she was now. Maybe then, Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan would not have witnessed the embarrassing scene of her crying.

She stood outside the door for over a minute before she heard hurried footsteps approaching. Fu Han cleared her throat and tried to appear composed, already thinking of excuses for her swollen eyes.

To her surprise, the person who opened the door was Wang Yixuan. She was stunned and, for a moment, didn’t know what to say.

"You’re back. I thought you wouldn’t return tonight," Wang Yixuan said, eyeing Fu Han. Two seconds later, he pointed at Fu Han’s eyes and asked, "What happened to you? Did someone hit you?"

He was always so direct, never beating around the bush, with little regard for how his words could impact others.

Fu Han’s already anxious mood shattered immediately. She glared fiercely at Wang Yixuan, with no intention of answering his question: "Where’s Nan Qing?"

"Taking a shower," Wang Yixuan calmly replied, his gaze falling back to Fu Han’s face. "What’s really going on with you, did He Xing bully you?"

Although his question was offensive, somehow Fu Han heard a hint of concern in his words, and that familiar acidic feeling returned to her nose.

She sniffled forcefully and said with as calm a voice as she could muster, "I’m fine. Just don’t tell Nan Qing about this."

After speaking, she dashed off to her room, closed the door behind her, leaned against it, and felt her energy draining away; standing became difficult, and she slid to the floor.

Less than two minutes later, Nan Qing’s voice traveled from the living room. She must have been speaking to Wang Yixuan: "Did Fu Han just get back?"

Wang Yixuan’s voice immediately replied: "Yeah, Fu Han’s back. She said she didn’t sleep well last night and wants to go to bed early today."

Upon hearing Nan Qing’s words, Fu Han felt her heart leap to her throat. She was worried that Wang Yixuan, being blunt, would ignore her request and tell Nan Qing about her crying. Luckily, he seemed reliable.

"I see." Nan Qing’s voice paused for a second, a few seconds later, she continued, "Then let’s not watch a movie in the living room. We don’t want to disturb Fu Han."

They then heard footsteps, signaling Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan were heading back to their room.

The large house quieted down. Fu Han knew that the one thing she worried about wouldn’t happen—Nan Qing wouldn’t come to ask why she had been crying, and she wouldn’t have to struggle to explain her situation with He Xing.

It took considerable effort for Fu Han to finally take a shower and climb into bed. Lying there, she found she couldn’t sleep at all. Her heart felt blocked by something, and the discomfort was indescribable.

Her eyes stared at the ceiling where the light was already off, though shapes of the chandelier were visible due to the curtains not being drawn properly. She could also make out some of the room’s decorations.

Fu Han scanned the room, desperately trying to empty her mind, but her thoughts only became sharper. She knew she couldn’t sleep, yet she didn’t want to get up and find something to pass the time.

She feared the moment she turned on the light, Nan Qing would notice from underneath the door that she wasn’t asleep and come in to ask about her conversation with He Xing.

For the umpteenth time, Fu Han fished her phone out from under her pillow to check for messages. None from He Xing—no, still none from He Xing.

Initially, Fu Han was certain He Xing would send a message after returning home, but it didn’t happen.

At first, she worried something might have happened to He Xing. But then she realized if anything had, it would be big news, and somebody would definitely inform her.

He Xing had no connection with the entertainment circle, yet paparazzi still lurked at the foot of Lanwan Mountain every day, outside the He Group as well, snapping pictures of He Xing’s daily life.

Many netizens claim that although He Xing isn’t in the entertainment circle, his popularity has already surpassed many celebrities. Countless girls confess their love for He Xing online every day.

Still unsettled, Fu Han checked Weibo, typing He Xing’s name into the search. She scrolled through a string of his everyday photos and a variety of heart-fluttering essays.

Randomly perusing a few posts, she found them pointless, even nauseating, and promptly quit Weibo, shoving the phone back under her pillow.