Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 563 - 564: The Last Working Day

Chapter 563: Chapter 564: The Last Working Day

But she knew it wouldn’t be long before the room turned pitch black—in the winter, darkness always arrived so swiftly and abruptly.

After shutting down her computer and packing up her things to leave work, Fu Han did a final check of the office to ensure all the power sources were disconnected before she locked the office door.

It was only when she stepped out that she realized the expansive office area was already deserted; everyone had left.

Because of the company’s lengthy Spring Festival holiday, most people had taken their computers home, and their office desks were devoid of their usual plants and decorations.

In the dim twilight, Fu Han looked over the office area and felt as if the place was different from what it had been in the morning, no, perhaps it was more accurate to say it had changed since she passed through after lunch.

A strange feeling washed over her, and an unease began to stir inside her.

During the morning meeting, she had mentioned that everyone could head home after finishing their work, without waiting till the end of the business day, but she hadn’t expected that all the staff would leave before her, making her the last to leave.

Fu Han fought the urge to turn around and leave immediately, but ultimately she stopped. She had to check the doors, windows, and switches for any potential safety hazards before leaving.

Now alone in the building, the sound of her high heels echoed sharply across the floor as she checked these things.

It felt like a scene out of a horror movie, where the protagonist finds what they think is a safe spot to hide, only for the sound of high heels to start approaching bit by bit, a terror beyond description.

Fu Han couldn’t understand why she was thinking of horror films. She shook her head as if that would banish the chaotic thoughts from her mind.

At last, having checked both the office area and the Photography Studio, Fu Han locked the doors and headed toward the elevator, breathing a sigh of relief that she could finally go home.

As she reached out to press the elevator button, she noticed an elevator coming up and paused, deciding to wait instead of pressing the button—after all, due to the Spring Festival, the property management had issued a notice that to save electricity, one elevator was temporarily shut down since there were fewer people using them, leaving only one elevator operational.

This wasn’t much of an inconvenience for Cheng Yihan Company since their office was on the sixth floor, and taking the stairs wasn’t too difficult, it was just that the stairway climb could be a bit painful.

Fu Han boredly thought this to herself, watching the elevator indicator light which had reached the sixth floor. It would undoubtedly continue upwards; she just didn’t know which company was also off to a late start.

She was about to distract herself with her phone when a "ding" sounded nearby; the elevator was unexpectedly stopping on the sixth floor, and its doors began to open slowly.

Since Fu Han wasn’t directly facing the elevator, she couldn’t clearly see inside, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a black garment and something shiny that flashed briefly.

In that moment, many thoughts rushed through Fu Han’s mind. Their company was the only one on this floor, and all her coworkers had gone. It wasn’t likely that anyone would be coming up here, and she hadn’t called the elevator, so why would it stop on the sixth floor, and why was there someone inside?

If she pieced everything together, there was only one explanation: the person in the elevator had intended to come to the sixth floor all along.

The uneasy feeling she had earlier suppressed now reemerged, stronger than ever.

Fu Han didn’t dare think any further, turning around and rushing towards the safety door at the end of the hallway.

She pulled the door open forcefully, and a pungent smell of oil paint greeted her; some company must be renovating and left a paint can in the stairwell, filling the place with the odor of paint.

But now was not the time to worry about whether the paint fumes were toxic, as Fu Han could hear footsteps rapidly approaching.

Without hesitating, she kicked off her high heels, shoved them into her bag, and began descending the stairs on foot, moving much faster than she had in heels.

Just as Fu Han reached the fifth floor, the sound of the safety door being forcefully opened echoed from above, accompanied by a coarse call: "Fu Han, don’t run!"

She had never heard that voice before and was certain she had never encountered it. Moreover, there was something unmistakably malicious in it.

Fu Han knew better than to respond; instead, she ran downwards with all her might.

Footsteps thundered down from above, clearly indicating that the person was in pursuit.

Fu Han hadn’t reached the third floor when she risked a quick glance upstairs, but that brief look sent a jolt of fear through her, almost causing her to tumble down the stairs.

She was now sure the person chasing her was a stranger, someone she didn’t recognize at all, and more importantly, he held a dagger in his hand, his eyes gleaming with malevolence and an unspeakable purpose.

Fu Han’s legs weakened, nearly causing her to fall, which immediately shortened the distance between her and her pursuer.

Frozen with terror, she wished she could sprout wings and fly away, but that was impossible. She gritted her teeth and increased her speed; she was nearly on the second floor—just one more level and she would be safe. There was a security guard on the first floor; that’s where she needed to be.

But before Fu Han could even catch her breath, a sudden sharp pain erupted across her back as the dark-clothed figure kicked her, sending her tumbling down the stairs from the second floor.

Fu Han rolled straight down toward the bottom, her body aching all over; the only thing she could do was to try and protect her head as best as she could.

However, when she stopped at the landing, she quickly scrambled up, intending to keep moving down. She saw blood on the ground but had no chance to check where she was injured.

"Still trying to run?" The coarse voice resounded, and the man charged at her, grabbing her hair and thrusting the dagger towards her heart.

If that strike landed, Fu Han would be heading straight to report to Yama.

Fu Han didn’t know where the strength came from, perhaps it was just her survival instinct, but she swiftly reached out and landed a fierce punch to the man’s waist.

Caught off-guard, the man flinched in pain, his arm veering off course, and Fu Han rolled away, escaping in the opposite direction. Just as she was trying to get up, the man, quicker than her, had already swung the dagger at her again.

Left with no other option, Fu Han rolled towards the stairwell entry—it was her only chance of survival.

Rolling down the stairs was an agonizing experience, making Fu Han feel like she was about to fall apart, but fortunately, she had made it to the bottom. She grabbed her throat and shouted desperately, "Help! Help!"