Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 564 - 565: Paying Money to Save a Life

Chapter 564: Chapter 565: Paying Money to Save a Life

Her ear pressed against the ground, so she could clearly hear the muffled sound of sneakers stepping on the stairs, like the squishing of instant noodles, a muted noise.

But for Fu Han at this moment, that sound was like the ghostly herald of death. She desperately tried to control her trembling body, striving to appear calm. She used her hands and feet to try to crawl up, but after tumbling down the stairs twice, her legs ached unbearably, immobile. She could only drag herself desperately toward the direction of the safety door with her hands.

"Ha ha, still trying to run? Go on, run then!" Night Owl’s call came from behind Fu Han, more terrifying than any midnight horror.

Fu Han had no time nor dared to look back; she just kept crawling and said, "We have no grudge against each other, why are you doing this to me?"

"Why?" The man in black seemed intrigued by the cat-and-mouse game; he slowed down his pace and deliberately lowered his voice, "Of course, because someone paid for your life."

"Who? Who paid for my life?" Fu Han’s volume surged, she turned her head violently, but still, she could only see those two protruding, blood-red eyes; the man in black’s face was still steadfastly covered with a black mask.

Fu Han swallowed hard and said cautiously, "No matter how much others paid, I can pay double. Please, just don’t kill me. We have no grievances against each other."

"You think I’m a three-year-old kid that’s easy to fool?" The man in black, furious upon hearing this, charged at her with a gleaming dagger and slashed at Fu Han’s arm saying, "If I really took your money, would you let me go?"

He struck with vicious force, not only slashing open Fu Han’s wool coat and sweater sleeves but also delivering a severe pain as he cut her hand as well.

She could only rely on her arms at this point, but now one of her hands was injured, with unknown severity, but definitely not a minor wound; she had no strength left to resist.

The light in Fu Han’s heart dimmed bit by bit. She watched in despair as the man in black approached step by step, her lips quivering slightly, her mind screaming for He Xing. She hoped so dearly for He Xing to appear soon, hoping he could drive this person away.

Looking down from above, the man in black saw the craziness in his eyes intensify. He unexpectedly threw away his dagger and started to unbuckle the belt of his pants.

Even though Fu Han was a girl who had never experienced such things, it wasn’t because of her purity; it didn’t mean she was clueless. She instantly understood what the other party intended to do.

A wave of immense humiliation swept over Fu Han. Gritting her teeth, she said to the man in black, "If you want to kill me, kill me, but if you dare to insult me, I will fight you to the end."

Fu Han didn’t know where she found the strength, but she managed to struggle to her feet and charged at the man in black, intent on fighting him with all she had.

But how could she be his match? Before she even reached the man in black, he grabbed her hair, pulled and dragged, and flung Fu Han to the ground, then pressed down upon her.

Fu Han struggled desperately, but her struggles were not only futile, they seemed to make the man in black’s breathing grow even heavier, his lips through the mask already grazing Fu Han’s cheek.

This was more painful to Fu Han than if she had been killed. At that moment, in her mind, she wondered whether biting her tongue would allow her to die quickly and avoid further disgrace?

Just when the man in black was about to go further, Fu Han’s phone rang.

She always enjoyed silence, her ringtone was a simple guzheng melody, very pleasant-sounding, so it wouldn’t disturb others even if it rang in the office.

But at this moment, her ringtone seemed to have some sort of magic power, frightening the man in black to the point of near incontinence.

Yet, within a few seconds, the man in black regained composure. He rummaged through Fu Han’s bag harshly, found the phone and hung up directly, then with a snap, flung Fu Han’s phone far away; poor Fu Han didn’t even know who had called.

After discarding the phone, the man in black again started to laugh lewdly, his eyes shining with the gleam of a beast, lunging at Fu Han once more.

The sound of tearing clothes echoed piercingly in the empty stairwell.

The sky had grown dark, or perhaps it wasn’t fully dark, just that the light here wasn’t strong enough to dispel the perception of nightfall.

Fu Han stared at the disgusting face so close at hand, her heart engulfed in darkness. She wanted to die; she felt that she wouldn’t survive this day anyway. It was better to die than to be violated.

Her teeth clenched down on her tongue; she only needed to bite down to sever it. Whether biting off her tongue to commit suicide would work, she did not know; she somewhat regretted not looking it up when she had seen it on TV dramas.

Suddenly, with a creak, the door was pushed open.

Then came a familiar voice that Fu Han couldn’t be more familiar with, "What are you doing?"

The man in black jolted up, giving Fu Han the chance to look over. She immediately saw Nan Qing, standing with her hand on the door frame, her beautiful face full of disgust.

When Nan Qing’s gaze met Fu Han’s, all her disgust disappeared, and pointing at the man in black, she shouted, "Who are you? Get lost!"

Fu Han knew from Nan Qing’s initial perspective she couldn’t have seen her, probably mistaking the situation for some public indecency.

Previously, Fu Han had desperately hoped someone would appear, but definitely not Nan Qing. She would rather be hurt herself than have Nan Qing get hurt.

So, before Nan Qing could shout her name, Fu Han preemptively spoke harshly, "This is between us, none of your business, just get lost!"

The man in black, originally ready to stand up, looked at Fu Han confusedly upon hearing her words. Seizing the moment, Fu Han wrapped her arm around the man’s neck, and with her head resting on his shoulder, bearing down on him, she desperately signaled with her eyes for Nan Qing to leave: "Hey, you’re a grown woman. Watching people do this, don’t you feel ashamed?"

The man in black could never have dreamt that Fu Han would be so proactive. Originally, his task was to kill Fu Han, but upon seeing her, he coveted her beauty and thought to rape before killing. Now, seeing Fu Han appear willing, he became consumed by his desires, wrapped his arm around her, and his other hand restlessly groped over her sweater, trying to slip inside.

His eagerness made Fu Han so nauseated she nearly vomited out her last meal.