Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 557 - 558: Killing with the Eyes

Chapter 557: Chapter 558: Killing with the Eyes

If looks could kill, Xia Ning would have already left Fu Han’s bones to dust with her glare.

Just when Fu Han thought she had completely overpowered Xia Ning, suddenly there was a ding of a notification sound—it was someone’s phone receiving a new message.

The sound wasn’t loud, but the dining hall was so quiet at the moment that everyone could hear it.

Upon hearing this sound, Xia Ning reacted greatly. She fumbled to get her phone out, and in the next second, she was as excited as if she’d been injected with chicken blood, or rather, her whole being seemed to revive as if filled with chicken blood.

Realizing that everyone’s eyes were on her, Xia Ning felt a little embarrassed. She stuck out her tongue and whispered to Grandpa He, "Grandpa He, may I go watch TV, please?"

It was not an unreasonable request, and even though Grandpa He couldn’t even stand the sight of Xia Ning’s hair, he really couldn’t find an excuse to refuse her.

Seconds later, the TV was turned on. From Fu Han’s angle, she could just see the screen clearly. A news broadcast was playing, but because of the distance, Fu Han couldn’t make out the logo in the top right corner and didn’t know which channel it was.

At that moment, Fu Han had a strange feeling; she felt something off about Xia Ning’s unusual behavior—the news at noon today reappeared in Fu Han’s mind.

There was a moment when she felt the impulse to smash the TV, but after all, an impulse is just an impulse; all Fu Han could do was say to He Xing, pale-faced, "I don’t want to watch TV, please turn it off quickly."

He Xing looked at Fu Han doubtfully, but when he saw her complexion, he didn’t ask anything and stood up to walk toward the TV.

But he was a second too late. He Xing had already bent over when He Xing’s name came from the TV.

It was the same annoying voice of the gossip show host: "He Xing, the heir to He Group, has an impressive resume, but his love life is equally fascinating. The quintessential eligible bachelor, He Xing is the dream lover of countless young girls, and his romantic exploits are just as splendid."

He Xing’s bent back gradually straightened. He stood less than thirty centimeters away from the TV, and with just a little more bending, he could turn it off, but he didn’t.

Fu Han, not knowing when, had walked over. Her beautiful eyes were still fixed on the TV, unblinking, as if staring at a flower.

The host’s voice continued, "Fu Han is a somewhat famous photographer. Many people online say she’s the number one beauty of photography; Xia Ning is a rising star in the entertainment circle, and many call her the embodiment of a ’white, rich, and beautiful’ woman. Both of them are deeply fascinated by Mr. He Xing.

Fu Han and Xia Ning both have no shortage of suitors, like the young master of Huangpu Group, Su Cheng and A City’s mysterious elite, Ji Liangchuan; some also say that Yang Kaitai, the young master of Yang’s Electrical, still refuses to give up on Xia Ning. He has behaved well in prison and has already earned a chance for parole."

"Ji Liangchuan, in order to pursue Fu Han openly and legitimately, actually agreed to He Xing’s unreasonable demand, drinking himself to the point of stomach bleeding, and is still in the hospital. Since ancient times, heroes have struggled with the barrier of love and beauty, and the entanglements of love and resentment among them are more thrilling than any drama..."

The host kept talking incessantly, but Fu Han no longer took in what was said afterward; she was only aware that her body was gradually losing its warmth.

In the dead of winter, it’s normal for hands and feet to be cold, but the heating in the room was very sufficient, and yet her limbs were freezing—a truly abnormal state.

Just a few minutes ago, she was riding high, thinking that her sweater was a bit too thick and she was almost sweating; but now, she really wanted to run to the bed, bury her head under the covers, and sleep deeply.

He Xing’s face also didn’t look good. He tried to reach out to grab Fu Han, "Xiaohan, I can explain about last night. It’s not what you think. It was Liangchuan’s idea; he said if I could outdrink him, he would stop bothering you, so that’s why I agreed."

"Fine, I got it." Fu Han was supposed to blow up, but for some reason, she was exceptionally calm now, so calm that it was scary. She turned her head slightly to look at Grandpa He, "Grandpa, Nan Qing is still waiting for me. I have to go back. Could you arrange a driver for me?"

Fu Han hadn’t driven to Nan Qing’s house that day and was picked up directly by Old Zhou from the Nangong family to go there. Her car was still at the Huating No.1 residential area; but even if she had driven there today, she wouldn’t have had the courage to drive back. She was afraid she wouldn’t stay calm and something would happen.

Grandpa He’s face didn’t look good either. He directly ignored He Xing’s blatant hint, "Alright, Xiaohan, I’ll have Old Zhou take you back."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Fu Han nodded. She turned and lowered her head to look at the hand that was resting on her arm, long and well-defined. The hand was pale, but not the tender whiteness of a girl, but a powerful pallor.

She stared at He Xing’s hand for several seconds before calmly looking up at him. Her bright eyes met He Xing’s directly, "Please let go, I need to leave."

Honestly, if Fu Han had cried and made a scene, He Xing could have embraced her without a second thought; he could have comforted her, pampered her like a child, but with Fu Han so cold now, no, so indifferent, He Xing suddenly didn’t know what to say or what to do.

By the time he realized Fu Han was leaving, he found his grip had already unconsciously loosened. He reached out, trying to grasp Fu Han again.

At that moment, Fu Han had already stood up ready to leave. He Xing tried with all his might to grab her, but ultimately, he couldn’t even touch her clothing; despite his efforts, his fingers only passed through Fu Han’s long hair.

In fact, if He Xing had wanted to stop Fu Han, he could have easily done so; he only needed to grab her hair to make her stop, but how could he bear to cause her such pain?

He Xing rose and strode towards the doorway, Fu Han a little more than a meter in front of him. She ignored the calls from He Xing behind her, and without looking back, headed towards the car parked nearby.

As she passed through the headlights, her already slender waist seemed even more delicate, as if the slightest pressure could snap it.

The roar of the car engine was particularly jarring in the night, and the sound of the tires against the ground was already starting to rise. He Xing dashed over, heedless of anything.

The sound of the emergency brake was like the roar of a dying beast, both desperate and tragic.

Grandpa He had originally been standing at the doorway of the villa. When he saw the car start and He Xing rushing towards it without any hesitation, his heart skipped a beat with fear.