Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 551 - 552: There was a Plan Already

Chapter 551: Chapter 552: There was a Plan Already

"I..." Xia Ning’s face flushed at once, but she had already prepared an answer for this question and said without a trace of redness or skipped heartbeat, "It was my friend who saw you drinking there and sent me the location, so that’s why I went."

Everything had been planned in advance; of course, they were not afraid of He Xing asking questions.

"Which friend?" He Xing pressed on relentlessly, his face expressionless as he said, "Show me the chat history."

Obediently, Xia Ning took out her phone, opened Whatsapp, and then handed it to He Xing.

Fu Han leaned over curiously to look. Perhaps it was the poor lighting of the bar that made the video unclear, but occasionally the blinding lights of the bar would illuminate He Xing, and indeed in the video, she saw He Xing downing one drink after another.

She held back but couldn’t help saying, "This doesn’t look like you’re drinking with Ji Liangchuan, it looks more like you have a grudge against the alcohol."

"They were having a drink-off," Xia Ning immediately interjected, her face full of adoring foolishness as she looked at He Xing and said, "He Xing is so impressive, he drank until Ji Liangchuan had a gastric bleed; Ji Liangchuan, you know, even in the circle he’s known for handling his liquor well, but it turns out he still couldn’t outdrink He Xing."

Although Fu Han always felt something strange about the current Ji Liangchuan, when Xia Ning spoke with such disdain for Ji Liangchuan, she still thought Xia Ning’s words were somewhat vicious.

On the other side, He Xing’s face turned completely cold; still expressionless, he looked at Xia Ning and said, "How did you know Ji Liangchuan and I were having a drink-off?"

Xia Ning was still immersed in the beautiful dream where He Xing was even more formidable than the bar boss. On hearing his question, she replied without thinking, "That was, of course, Ji Liang... Ah, no, I mean, of course, my friend told me, and besides... besides, it’s obvious from your posture that you were having a drink-off."

He Xing continued to fix Xia Ning with a suspicious gaze. He had been woken up that morning by the knocking of room service, which was followed by a group of journalists. Everything happened so suddenly that he indeed had a moment of panic, especially when Xia Ning, wrapped in a bathrobe, came out of the restroom with a face full of panic and shyness, which startled him.

Then, things got chaotic. Under the countless flashes of the cameras, He Xing had no time to respond. He could only rudely shove the group of journalists out, then hastily help Xia Ning get dressed.

While Xia Ning was changing, the journalists outside were pounding on the door frenziedly, as if they could chop it down with an axe the next second.

He Xing knew very well that the longer the delay, the more it would work against him. He even regretted not following the journalists outside earlier.

Now that the two of them were alone in the room, who knew what the journalists would say about the situation.

Thus, the moment Xia Ning had changed her clothes, He Xing didn’t waste even a second and immediately opened the door.

Then he realized his second mistake: he should have asked Xia Ning exactly what had happened the night before before opening the door, so he could face the journalists more easily.

With the situation being so chaotic, He Xing could only tell the numerous microphones that he had gotten drunk the previous night and remembered nothing.

Then the journalists started targeting Xia Ning with all sorts of questions, and she just lowered her head, hiding shyly behind He Xing without saying a word.

At that time, He Xing was annoyed that the journalists had followed too closely, so he didn’t think much about it. But now he was furious, and he had no intention of making Xia Ning clear things up on the spot. He just took her and left.

He immediately regretted it afterward, feeling that he should not have been so protective of Xia Ning because there were too many doubts surrounding the incident.

Hearing Xia Ning say that, He Xing’s suspicions only grew. His face was frozen with frost as he looked at Xia Ning and said, "Xia Ning, this is the first and the last time I’m telling you, I hate deception the most. If I find out you’re playing any tricks behind my back, I will definitely not let you off lightly."

A cold wind blew, and Xia Ning suddenly realized her back was drenched in cold sweat; under He Xing’s icy gaze, she even felt an impulse to confess everything.

But that was just an impulse. Faced with huge temptation, she decided to take the risk. She put on a mask-like obedient smile and replied, "Brother He Xing, I swear I’ve never lied to you, you must believe me."

He Xing stared unblinkingly at Xia Ning, his sharp eyes filled with a judgmental light, and in those star-cold pupils swirled dark and turbulent waves, as if they could destroy the world at any moment.

Under such gaze, Xia Ning’s back wasn’t the only thing sweating; even her forehead began to perspire. Her heart was pounding. She wanted to turn and flee countless times, but the last bit of rationality in her mind told her she absolutely must not run away. If she fled now, all their efforts would have been in vain.

The silent confrontation seemed to last an eternity. Fu Han just sat quietly to one side, watching them. She wanted to know more than anyone what had really happened last night, whether what Xia Ning just said was true.

Finally, He Xing was the first to look away: "Fine, Xia Ning, remember you said nothing happened between us last night, so remember that in front of the journalists too, don’t talk nonsense."

A flicker of hurt crossed Xia Ning’s face, but she still obediently nodded, "Brother He Xing, don’t worry, I understand, even... even if something really happened between us, I would... I would definitely not blab about it."

Fu Han was feeling alright when she heard the first part, but when she heard the latter half, she literally saw red.

With an angry flick of her sleeve, she couldn’t stay a moment longer and turned towards the villa.

What a fool. She had actually been expecting Xia Ning to clear up the ambiguity in her relationship with He Xing of her own will. With someone like Xia Ning, Fu Han would find it strange if she didn’t kick a person when they’re down, let alone help clear up misunderstandings for He Xing.

Based on Xia Ning’s character, clinging to anything remotely related to He Xing and turning trivial matters into something suspiciously intimate was exactly what Xia Ning would do.

No sooner had Fu Han just stepped into the villa than He Xing followed, grabbing her wrist in an urgent tone, "Fu Han, don’t go, listen to my explanation."

"Explanation?" Fu Han fiercely shook off his grip, pushing his hand away: "So you’re telling me you and Xia Ning stayed in the same room all night and nothing happened?"

"Why don’t you believe me?" He Xing suddenly reached out, his iron-grip hands firmly holding Fu Han’s shoulders, his eyes piercingly bright as he looked at her, "Fu Han, I’m telling you, I woke up this morning in my own clothes. Also, with how drunk I was last night, tell me, how could I possibly take advantage of anyone?"

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