Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 544 - 545: Awkward Meeting

Chapter 544: Chapter 545: Awkward Meeting

"It’s not tiring, that’s my company after all," Fu Han said with a smile. It was a faint smile, yet it possessed a beauty that could captivate all beings and stir hearts.

Fu Han was always the most unique presence. She knew she was beautiful, yet she never took her beauty seriously, or rather, she never thought of judging a person’s worth by their appearance.

In this moment, although there were many people in the room, Su Cheng’s eyes could only see Fu Han. It was as if at this moment, Fu Han was the only person left in his world.

After the Huangpu family incident, Su Cheng had thought about disposing of the company he owned. He felt that since Fu Han had not visited in a long time, she might not care about this company.

Of course, a more significant reason Su Cheng wanted to dispose of the company was that he felt it was a place of heartache for him because he had promised He Xing to stay away from Fu Han. The existence of the company would constantly remind him of how passionately he had once loved Fu Han.

But at this moment, when he saw Fu Han’s smile, he even felt that even if the Huangpu Group collapsed, he would never let anything happen to Cheng Yihan Company.

Of course, this thought was only a fleeting one in Su Cheng’s mind, because he would never let the Huangpu Group fail. However, he now would also not let Cheng Yihan Company fail.

He was staring at Fu Han absentmindedly until the blazing stares of the people around him pulled him back to reality, and he finally realized how inappropriate his behavior had been.

Fu Han’s face had already turned red. She quietly tugged at Nan Qing’s clothes, her plea for help was self-evident.

Meanwhile, Nan Qing had been enjoying the spectacle, but she gave Fu Han an ironic look, her schadenfreude plain to see, yet she still cooperated and alleviated the awkward situation, "Well, godmother, Su Cheng, let’s not stand here any longer. Everyone, please come in and sit down."

Finally, a group of people arrived in Nan Qing’s living room. The living room, as large as half a basketball court, suddenly became lively and vibrant.

Servants bustled about in the living room, serving various precious fruits and pastries, and the aroma of coffee and tea wafted throughout the house.

Moreover, with the heating turned up high, the place felt like spring, warm and cozy, like the afternoon sun in the middle of spring.

The temperature difference between inside and outside caused a thick layer of condensation on the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving this otherwise exceptionally bright room a feeling as if twilight was approaching.

But Fu Han loved this kind of light the most. It wasn’t overly harsh, nor too dim to hurt the eyes; it was like warm water, comforting and soothing.

Mr. Nangong and Wang Yixuan continued their chess match; Lady Huangpu was chatting animatedly with Nan Qing; Mrs. Nangong went to the kitchen to check on lunch preparations, leaving Fu Han and Su Cheng with nothing to do.

When Fu Han was alone, she enjoyed the feeling of having nothing to do, briefly emptying her mind, not thinking about anything, and giving herself a proper rest.

But now it was impossible. Su Cheng’s gaze, like two fiery beams, focused intently on Fu Han, leaving her nowhere to hide. Where was there any chance of relaxation?

Several times she wanted to tell Su Cheng to stop staring at her, but she was worried that her words would draw everyone’s attention, and they would all know Su Cheng was watching her.

As Fu Han adjusted her position on the sofa, she touched the TV remote control. She had been wondering how to pass the time, so without hesitation, she turned on the TV.

The TV was set to the entertainment channel, which Fu Han never watched. This channel broadcasted various celebrity entertainment news daily, which she felt had no relevance to her life.

As she pointed the remote at the TV, ready to change the channel, the screen changed abruptly, showing two familiar figures in front of her.

The host’s voice came through the TV, "This morning, Mr. He Xing, the heir of He Group, was photographed leaving a hotel with Lady Xia Ning. They departed one after another in haste, their expressions unclear. A few days ago, journalists also captured Lady Xia Ning visiting the He Family’s Lanwan Mountain villa late at night, staying overnight until she left Lanwan Mountain in the morning."

Suddenly, Fu Han felt as though countless flies were buzzing in her ears, the noise so annoying she wished she could slap them all dead with a flyswatter.

Without looking up, she knew Su Cheng had also heard the voice from the TV, and she knew his gaze had changed. As for whether Nan Qing and the others were looking at her at this moment, Fu Han didn’t have the luxury to care.

Her gaze was fixed on the TV, the screen changed again, displaying the scene of her and He Xing’s unfinished wedding. Originally a couple’s photo of her and He Xing, a crack had now been superimposed between the two.

Just as the host was saying, "Mr. He Xing and Lady Fu Han were once engaged, and they almost stepped into the marriage hall. But on the wedding day, a revelation of Mr. He Xing’s deceit surfaced, prompting Lady Fu Han to call off the engagement in anger. Lady Fu Han returned to the country the day after Lady Xia Ning spent the night at the He Family’s villa, and it remains uncertain whether she intends to win back Mr. He Xing or to completely break off with him."

After these words from the host, the screen changed once more, showing images of He Xing and Xia Ning together. Despite the poor picture quality, Fu Han could still see them clearly.

With a "snap," the TV screen went black.

It was Nan Qing who turned off the TV. She sat down next to Fu Han and said, "Fu Han, don’t watch these entertainment news. It’s all nonsense from gossip journalists with nothing better to say. If you believe them, you’d be falling for their lies."

Fu Han’s eyes remained fixed on the TV, as if she hadn’t heard a word.

Nan Qing grew anxious and tugged at Fu Han’s arm forcefully, yet her voice was exceptionally gentle, "Fu Han, did you hear what I said?"

"Ah..." Fu Han finally turned around. Her usually lively eyes were filled with bewilderment, and it took her several seconds before she finally spoke, "I know, don’t worry, I won’t believe those things."

As her gaze shifted, Fu Han saw a change in Su Cheng’s expression – a mix of relief and a trace of loss.

Their eyes met unexpectedly, and after Su Cheng cleared his throat, he spoke softly, "Fu Han, I think Nan Qing makes a good point. He Xing... He Xing isn’t that kind of person. If you have any doubts, I think it would be best for you to ask He Xing face to face, and not take the word of others as truth. The truth... the truth isn’t always what your eyes see."