Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 559 - 560 Send You Down the Mountain

Chapter 559: Chapter 560 Send You Down the Mountain

Xia Ning’s smile grew even brighter as she hurried to the passenger side, ready to open the door. Unexpectedly, it wouldn’t budge when she pulled it, and she began to wonder.

"Only Fu Han can sit in my passenger seat," He Xing stated expressionlessly, his eyes fixed straight ahead, not even sparing Xia Ning a glance.

The joy in Xia Ning’s heart was instantly halved. She listlessly walked to the back, opened the door, and obediently got in, even thanking He Xing with unusual politeness, "Thank you, Brother He Xing."

The Lamborghini started slowly, its tires squealing against the pavement, a distinctive sound of a luxury car that was particularly jarring on the quiet night.

Xia Ning loved that sound, and every time she rode in He Xing’s car, she felt an indescribable excitement, like a child who had been anticipating all day and finally got to eat candy, her beautiful wish fulfilled.

The night road winding up the mountain twisted ahead, flanked by uniformly spaced streetlights, which from a distance looked like a long ribbon wrapped around Lanwan Mountain, exceptionally beautiful.

Peering out the window, Xia Ning saw nothing but lush trees on both sides, save for the occasional villa. However, in the night, the trees were pitch black, looking like silent figures standing there, watching you.

In just a few minutes, the Lamborghini had reached the foot of the mountain, but He Xing didn’t continue forward; instead, he abruptly pulled over to the side of the road.

From the back seat, Xia Ning saw He Xing take out his phone. Unsure of what he was doing, she guessed it might be some emergency business, so she sat very properly in the back, quiet and well-behaved.

After a few minutes, He Xing finally put away his phone and slowly turned around to Xia Ning, "Get out."

He Xing’s turn fascinated Xia Ning deeply. His perfect side profile was dimly visible in the night, mysterious allure and striking handsomeness woven together. And the sophisticated quality of his face was captivating, making it hard for her to look away.

This was the first time He Xing had spoken to Xia Ning since she got into the car, and it was just two words. But those words were so shocking that Xia Ning couldn’t muster up a happy face, dampening the joy she had from looking at He Xing.

It took her a moment to process what was happening, "But... Brother He Xing, didn’t you say you were going to take me home?"

Xia Ning had been thinking about making a video to show off on social media during the ride home. Of course, the main point was to upset Fu Han, to let her know that even if Fu Han was angry, He Xing would still look after her.

But now, with no video, no photos, and nothing to boast about in her hands, He Xing was telling her to get out of the car.

Just then, an ordinary sedan pulled up in front of He Xing’s car, the driver honking the horn.

He Xing’s eyebrows arched, his demeanor still merciless, "I called a car for you. This person will take you straight home."

After a pause, he added, "You don’t need to worry about safety. I called the car, and I have the license plate number. Just message me when you get home."

"But..." Xia Ning pouted, her voice filled with immense grievance, "This car is so old, I don’t want to ride in it. Can’t you take me home, Brother He Xing?"

"Then you can walk home," He Xing retorted without a hint of courtesy, his cold face showing no emotion.

Knowing that He Xing was angry, Xia Ning didn’t dare say anything more and just picked up her things, dejectedly getting out of the car.

...

The vintage car stopped right under Fu Han’s building, and Lao Zhou got out to help her open the door.

After getting out of the car, Fu Han politely spoke, "Uncle Zhou, thank you."

Lao Zhou’s bronze face turned beet red as he rubbed his hands nervously, chuckling with honest simplicity, "Lady, you’re being too polite. It’s my duty to do this for you."

The chilly night breeze blew softly, causing Fu Han’s hair to flutter slightly, but thankfully the wind wasn’t strong enough to give her a headache.

Fu Han straightened the hem of her wool coat, a faint smile on her face like a rose, "Uncle Zhou, you don’t have to be so formal with me; we are all equal."

"How can that be the same?" Uncle Zhou became earnest, saying word by word, "Lady, it’s not like that. You’re the lady, and I’m just a servant of the old master. Whatever I do for you is my obligation."

Fu Han knew Uncle Zhou had misunderstood her. Her point was that everyone is equal. Even if she were not genuinely a lady, she and Uncle Zhou would still be equals.

But at that moment, Fu Han was too drained to explain, her heart heavy with exhaustion. She just wanted to find a place to hide and lick her wounds. How could she be in the mood to say more?

She managed a weak smile, "Uncle Zhou, drive slowly on your way back, be safe, and... take good care of Grandpa. Call me if you need anything."

Those words left Lao Zhou anxious and flustered until, urged by Fu Han, he finally drove away.

Fu Han stood in place for a while, her expression gradually emptying, before slowly turning to open the door and enter.

...

Huating No.1, 22nd floor.

Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan came back hand in hand. The moment they entered, Nan Qing immediately turned on the heating, "It’s so cold, so cold, I’m going to freeze to death."

Wang Yixuan affectionately touched Nan Qing’s head, "When I first met you, it was also winter, and you wore even less than now. Why didn’t I hear you complain about the cold back then?"

"Well..." With playful charm, Nan Qing stuck out her tongue, making her already chubby round face even cuter, "You have to remember one thing: when a girl says she’s not cold in the winter, it doesn’t truly mean she’s not cold. It means a girl is saying for the sake of beauty, I can endure the cold."

"So that’s how it is," Wang Yixuan laughed softly, pulling Nan Qing into his embrace, "But I think you look good in a down jacket too."

Nan Qing nestled her head into Wang Yixuan’s neck, inhaling the faint scent of him—it was the smell of shampoo and body wash mixed with Wang Yixuan’s own aroma.

Even though she had purposely chosen unscented products when buying the shampoo and body wash, once Wang Yixuan used them, they took on a sophisticated fragrance.

Nan Qing’s hand moved to her belly, enveloped in immense joy. She felt an unreal sensation, as if happiness had come too easily, creating a sense of emptiness after abundance and an unsettling fear of unreality.