Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 548 - 549 Grandpa He’s Plan

Chapter 548: Chapter 549 Grandpa He’s Plan

When the sun rises in the early morning and sets in the evening, those are the two times when Lanwan Mountain is bathed in the most beautiful golden hues; even the winter scenery of Lanwan Mountain can be called unparalleled.

When Fu Han first became interested in photography, she would often carry her camera around the mountain during these times and then stay up late into the night to edit her pictures.

Whenever this happened, He Xing, who might also be working or studying late into the night, would have a sumptuous supper prepared for him; the reason He Xing remembered this so vividly was because if Fu Han didn’t stay up, the old master of the He Family definitely wouldn’t remember to prepare a midnight snack for He Xing.

Thinking of this, He Xing couldn’t help but smile to himself. He took a deep breath as he watched the car slowly drive into the He Family’s villa compound.

He got out of the car with some dejection, ready to walk towards the villa when the sight of someone sitting in the garden caught his eye out of the corner. Who could it be if not Fu Han?

"Xiaohan, you’re back?" He Xing walked over with a face full of surprise, a handsome smile adorning his face as if he had found a lost treasure.

Fu Han slowly raised her head to look at He Xing, her beautiful eyes void of any emotion as if looking at a stranger: "Don’t you have something to say to me?"

He Xing’s pupils dilated, and for a moment, his face was full of surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. With a cough, he tried to calm his expression: "Xiaohan, I really don’t know what happened last night. I asked Xia Ning to take me home, but she ended up taking me to a hotel. I assure you, nothing happened between us."

The wind blew, shaking the hem of He Xing’s clothes slightly. A mix of alcohol and perfume scents drifted over, particularly pungent.

Fu Han covered her nose with disgust and took a few steps back: "Don’t come any closer to me; the smell makes me want to vomit."

"Huh?" He Xing sniffed at his sleeve and, perhaps because he had been smelling it all day, didn’t notice anything amiss. Instead, he said with confusion: "What are you talking about? I don’t smell anything."

"You smell of alcohol, and Xia Ning’s perfume. Go away," Fu Han said with an expression of utter disgust on her face by the last three words.

Every expression on He Xing’s face crumbled in an instant. He stared at Fu Han as if seeing her for the first time.

Fu Han remained unmoved, her delicate eyebrows furrowed as if she wanted to pinch a fly to death: "What’s wrong, did I say something incorrect? You come out of a hotel with another woman, and then you want to embrace me? It seems I wasn’t wrong before; you really are trying to have it all."

"I didn’t!" He Xing’s chest felt blocked as if it could explode at any second. He let out a roar like a trapped beast: "Fu Han, is it that no matter what I say, you won’t believe me?"

He could hardly remember the last time He Xing called Fu Han by her full name, perhaps four years ago, or even longer; yet, it wasn’t long ago that He Xing had angrily lashed out at Fu Han.

A cold huff escaped from the corners of Fu Han’s lips as they curled up slightly: "Yes, no matter what you do, I won’t ever believe you."

"Then how about I rip my heart out for you to see?" He Xing called out, nearly insane, as he turned toward the villa, ready to charge.

Fu Han’s heart clenched tightly as if gripped in someone’s hand, the pain making her feel faint. She didn’t know where she found the strength, but she suddenly wrapped her arms around He Xing: "What are you trying to do? Are you going to grab a knife?"

"If you don’t believe me, this is all I can do," He Xing’s voice was much calmer, but his roar still carried the ferocity of a cornered animal.

The cold wind blew, making Fu Han feel as though her clothes were soaked through at her back. The pungent mix of alcohol and perfume was still there, but this time she dared not let go of He Xing’s hand, fearing he would truly do something impulsive if she did.

However, forgiving He Xing simply was not an option, as she tightly embraced him, saying, "There are many ways for you to prove your heart, you don’t need to rip it out."

"Then tell me what you want me to do," He Xing turned around, pulling Fu Han into his embrace with great force, as if he wanted to crush her bones: "Whatever you say, I will do."

"Obviously, it depends on what you decide. You figure it out yourself," Fu Han struggled with all her might to break free from He Xing’s embrace, but his arms were clamped around her like iron tongs, immobilizing her completely.

The two of them were thus locked in a tense standstill, each demanding the other to decide what should be done, with one saying, "You figure it out," and the other finding it meaningless to instruct.

Hiding in the living room, the old master of the He Family felt his head swell as he listened from behind the corner.

Eventually, he didn’t follow the plan, instead bursting out to He Xing: "Are you an idiot? He Xing, can’t you just have the Public Relations Department issue an official statement, saying there’s nothing between you and Xia Ning and then explain everything about yesterday and before?"

He Xing suddenly felt as though he had been doused in cold water; he calmed down instantly and looked at his grandfather with an epiphany: "Grandfather, you’re still the sharpest of us all. You always have a solution. I’ll call the Public Relations Department right away."

After saying that, he left without looking back, his black woolen coat flapping in the air like butterfly wings.

The old master of the He Family rubbed Fu Han’s head, smiling so that his eyes disappeared into his face: "What do you think of He Xing’s response?"

Fu Han’s face, already flushed, turned even redder. She stomped her foot and pretended to puff up in anger: "This idea was yours, Grandfather. It’s cheating; it doesn’t count."

"Alright, alright," the old master of the He Family indulged her with a smile, patting Fu Han’s head as if comforting a child: "Then let’s move to the second step, shall we?"

Fu Han nodded, her cheeks still warm but now tinged with shyness and a fear of her thoughts being read.

Understanding the situation, the old master chuckled to himself, then turned aside and began to make a call. The phone was quickly answered: "Xia Ning, are you free tonight... then come over to my house for dinner... It’s not a special occasion, just a simple meal... alright, see you tonight."

After hanging up, the old master of the He Family turned to Fu Han with the grin of a mischievous old man: "Done!"

Fu Han wanted to laugh, but couldn’t. She wasn’t fully in agreement with the old master’s approach, yet she had no better solution herself.

In less than five minutes, He Xing emerged, brimming with excitement. He habitually reached for Fu Han’s hand: "Xiaohan, it’s all sorted. In less than half an hour, the Public Relations Department will issue the statement, and then no one will talk about Xia Ning and me anymore."