Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 558 - 559: The Most Afraid of Deception

Chapter 558: Chapter 559: The Most Afraid of Deception

But Old Zhou, with his decades of driving experience, managed to maintain his record of zero accidents since obtaining his driver’s license, even under such circumstances.

The car’s front bumper had already touched He Xing’s hem, but it did not actually hit him.

Seated in the passenger seat, Fu Han’s face was whiter than the streetlights, completely bloodless. Before He Xing charged over, the only thought in her mind was to leave quickly.

However, when He Xing blocked the car, her only thought was that as long as He Xing was alright, she would do anything he asked.

Onlookers were petrified with fear, but He Xing himself seemed untroubled, or more accurately, he was completely unaware of what had just happened. He was simply pleased that he had successfully stopped the car.

Worried that the car might start moving again, He Xing quickly ran to the passenger side and knocked on the window.

Old Zhou was quick to respond and immediately lowered the window glass. Cold air rushed in, and only then did he realize his back was drenched in cold sweat.

Fu Han silently watched He Xing, her anger erupting a thousandfold with both fresh grievances and old animosities surfacing uncontrollably as she lashed out, "He Xing, what on earth do you want?"

"I came to tell you that even if time could be rewound to last night, and given another chance, I would still go have a drink with Ji Liangchuan," He Xing knew that Fu Han was angry, and he knew that saying this would make her even angrier, but he added, "Because I don’t like how he incessantly haunts you like a persistent ghost."

A few steps away, Xia Ning’s expression was exceptionally ugly. Her teeth clenched her red lips, the pressure increasing until the taste of blood filled her mouth, and only then did she realize that she had bitten through her own lip.

Fu Han was equally unsettled. She only heard what He Xing said, but it didn’t quite sink in; she just glared at him with anger-filled eyes: "Do you have any idea how dangerous it was for you to rush over here recklessly? And about you drinking last night, haven’t you thought about what would happen if the person with the bleeding stomach was you?"

"For you, even if I drank until my stomach bled, it wouldn’t matter." Her question was a simple one for He Xing, who could answer without a second thought: "I just don’t like those people acting foolish around you all day long."

At this moment, much of the fury in Fu Han’s heart had dissipated. After all, no matter how angry she was, she knew He Xing had acted to protect her. Just as she was about to say something, she caught a glimpse of Xia Ning standing in the tree shadows out of the corner of her eye.

Xia Ning was still dressed in clothes that rivaled the Lolita style, her face half lit, half dark under the interplay of tree shade and streetlights, yet her eyes were equally bright.

How to describe Xia Ning at this moment? If the Xia Ning who had always been Fu Han’s adversary from childhood wore a bright sign saying "I am the bad guy," the Xia Ning before her was not the same.

This Xia Ning radiated a crazed aura as if she would blow herself up rather than let anyone else have an easy time of it.

For the first time, when Xia Ning stared at Fu Han, she felt a chilling sensation down her spine.

There she stood, like a dark sorceress hidden in the night, ready to wave her magic wand and obliterate you if you weren’t careful.

Fu Han forcibly shifted her gaze away from Xia Ning, sighing almost inaudibly: "He Xing, a lot has happened recently, and perhaps there are still more things that I don’t know about. I hope we both take some time to think about what kind of love we want to stay with and whether we should be more dedicated to love?"

As Fu Han spoke, she blinked hard, trying to force the tears back into her eyes: "He Xing, I don’t like deception, and I like being deceived even less. Moreover, even if I love you as deeply as the ocean, such emotional expenditure is something I cannot afford."

After she had spoken, she turned to Old Zhou and said, "Uncle Zhou, we can go now."

After that incident, Old Zhou didn’t dare to casually start the car again. He turned to look at He Xing, with an expression that said it all.

He Xing took a slight step back and said nothing.

The luxury car of the He Family’s patriarch slowly passed in front of He Xing, and the window rose gradually.

He Xing saw his reflection in the car window, an icy face and two black pupils devoid of any vitality.

The expansive yard was left with only the faint smell of gasoline, without any trace of their presence.

A few seconds later, a deep sigh echoed like the sigh of a soul crossing the Wangchuan River from the underworld, the prolonged sigh of the He Family patriarch: "He Xing, I can no longer help you with your issues with Fu Han. You’ll have to figure it out on your own."

After he had spoken, the He Family patriarch turned and walked away, completely ignoring Xia Ning not far from him.

The huge streetlight outside the third floor of the villa shone brightly, its light spilling below like a colossal glass dome enveloping He Xing.

He stared at the ground, his thoughts unknown, his dark hair appearing almost golden, strikingly inviolable.

Xia Ning watched He Xing for a long time, unblinkingly. Everything had been carefully planned, a perfect scheme. She had successfully created a rift between Fu Han and He Xing.

Now was the time to close the net. Xia Ning silently cheered herself on, walking step by step towards He Xing. Each step she took felt as though she was treading on lotus flowers, exquisitely beautiful.

Xia Ning displayed a sweet smile that she had practiced in the mirror a thousand times: "Brother He Xing, whether you believe it or not, I really didn’t know about tonight’s events. You can investigate; you... you have the capability."

"Of course, I’ll investigate," He Xing finally looked up, his piercing gaze landing on Xia Ning’s face, and he stated emotionlessly: "It’s late. You should hurry back. If it gets any later, those journalists might start writing their own stories."

"I... I’ll leave right now." Xia Ning felt like she was soaked in cold water, swallowing hard and mustering her courage to say: "But Brother He Xing, could you give me a ride? My driver dropped me off here and left."

As Xia Ning spoke these words, she braced for a protracted struggle, but to her astonishment, He Xing agreed swiftly, without a moment’s hesitation: "Sure."

Overwhelmed with immense joy, Xia Ning couldn’t believe it. She bounced back to the He Family’s villa to gather her coat and purse. When she came out, He Xing was already sitting in the car.