Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 580 - 581: Old News, New Knowledge

Chapter 580: Chapter 581: Old News, New Knowledge

Before the security guard from Fu Han’s office building made an appearance, Fu Han and Nan Qing had already injured the man in black, especially Nan Qing who used a flowerpot to strike the assailant’s head directly. The man in black was already at the end of his rope, and the security guard managed to capture him without much effort.

He Xing obtained some information through his connections, and with Old Zhou’s help, he found some clues linking Yi Lixing to the man in black. However, these were mere traces, and there was still no concrete evidence to prove that the person behind the attack on Fu Han was instructed by Yi Lixing.

Somehow, after hearing what He Xing said, Fu Han’s mood didn’t lighten; instead, she felt as if a stone was pressing on her heart, making it hard to breathe.

After pondering for a while, she couldn’t help but ask, "But... I always feel something is not right. Don’t you find it strange? I have no grudges with Yi Lixing, so why would he want to harm me?"

"It’s probably because of me," He Xing said with a face full of apology. "There’s some bad blood between Yi Lixing and me. He was an employee of my company, and because he sold our commercial secrets, causing the company to suffer huge losses, I fired him and disclosed all his deeds. So, he might hold a grudge against me."

"Selling commercial secrets?" Fu Han widened her eyes, "When did this happen? How do I not know about it? To whom did he sell the He Group’s commercial secrets?"

Fu Han wasn’t very clear about business matters in the past, but recently, she has been handling all the affairs of Cheng Yihan’s company, especially with the end of the year approaching, there were many issues to deal with, including many that were related to the law.

It’s only during this time that she learned how careful one must be when running a company; a single misstep could lead to legal violations, and once the law is broken, one could sue the other party for compensation or even face prison.

The leakage of commercial secrets is a serious matter, depending on the severity of the case, not only could you be liable for compensation, but you might also face prison time.

And the fact that "commercial secrets" came out of He Xing’s mouth, coupled with the background of the He Group, Fu Han knew without asking that the matter was severe and involved a substantial amount of money.

He Xing looked indulgently at Fu Han and nonchalantly said: "It’s not a significant issue. It happened shortly after you returned from abroad. He sold our tender documents to Xia... to Xia Ning’s father."

In the past, He Xing never discussed company matters with Fu Han. Even just now, he had only planned to gloss over it. But he suddenly had a realization—if he didn’t come clean now, Fu Han might get angry later if she found out.

After mulling over it silently, Fu Han excitedly said, "You said Yi Lixing sold the He Group’s secrets to Xia Guoxiong... Uncle, is it possible that yesterday’s incident was arranged by Uncle Xia Guoxiong?"

"I knew as soon as I mentioned this, you would have suspicions," He Xing said with a smile tinged with bitterness and helplessness. "I’ve also investigated it, but I have not found any connection between Yi Lixing and them."

Fu Han opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found herself unable to voice her thoughts. She really wanted to tell He Xing that just because he hadn’t discovered it didn’t mean it didn’t exist.

But expressing that would be to question He Xing’s capabilities, and he would certainly be very angry.

Therefore, she ultimately held back, saying only: "It’s good that you’ve looked into it. I don’t care about the rest, but I will not let this matter rest. I must avenge Nan Qing’s lost child."

"I know," He Xing was about to embrace Fu Han again, but seeing her face full of indifference, he eventually dropped the hand he had already raised.

Fu Han leaned back slightly, resting against the pillow, tiredly looking out of the window and said, "I’m tired and want to sleep now. Please do as you wish."

"Xiaohan, are you still trying to send me away?" He Xing couldn’t hide the hurt in his eyes.

Fu Han originally didn’t want to look at He Xing, but her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of him, and she felt stuck, unable to avert her gaze.

Honestly, He Xing gave off the impression of a blind box. When he was angry, his aura was cold and unapproachable, intimidating to others; when he was expressionless, he resembled an aloof and distant European noble of the last century; when he smiled, he was dazzling like the summer sun, making you want to offer him the best things this world has to offer.

But the most heart-wrenching was He Xing’s injured expression, which was like a wounded beast licking its wounds alone in the darkness of a cave. Even though he was the king of the forest, when you looked at him, your heart would fill with pity.

Fu Han felt exactly like this at the moment. She was truly furious, but facing He Xing in this state, she found the anger within her couldn’t come forth.

She bit her lip but eventually couldn’t help but whisper softly, "Don’t you still have to deal with yesterday’s incident? Can’t you come back after you’ve finished handling it?"

"Alright, alright." He Xing, as if he had obtained the sacred scriptures from his pilgrimage, excitedly cupped Fu Han’s cheeks and kissed her lips forcefully: "Xiaohan, leave this matter to me. I will handle it to your satisfaction."

Fu Han watched He Xing leave. As his footsteps faded, Fu Han’s mood grew heavier.

Her feelings towards He Xing were strange now. She clearly loved He Xing very much, but she couldn’t convince herself to be with him carefree as she had been when she was younger.

Yet she found it impossible to treat He Xing harshly.

...

Qin Nuan’s place.

It looked the same as before, a spacious three-bedroom apartment, reasonably tidy inside, but there was a faint, post-intimacy scent lingering.

From the entrance to the innermost bedroom, clothes were strewn all over the floor—belonging to both men and women.

The bedroom door wasn’t closed. Faint amorous sounds continued to echo; for a brief moment, those heart-fluttering noises finally ceased, followed shortly by the sound of running water from the restroom.

Half an hour later, the sound of water finally stopped, and a man and a woman emerged from the restroom, clinging to each other like conjoined twins, ready to collapse onto the large round bed again.

Suddenly, a phone rang. Yi Lixing adjusted the bathrobe tied around his waist and followed the ringing towards its source—his phone had been left inside the gaping mouth of a decorative fish by the entrance.

He fished the phone out from a pile of small items and glanced at the screen. The indifference on his face vanished, and his spine stiffened involuntarily as he went from a state of relaxation to one of tension.