Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 583 - 584: Police Car on the Street

Chapter 583: Chapter 584: Police Car on the Street

"So..." He Xing’s gaze turned cold, and he looked at Yi Lixing expressionlessly, "You still won’t admit that yesterday’s incident was related to you?"

"I..." It was only now that Yi Lixing realized he had been tricked. He was so frightened that he nearly trembled uncontrollably; a gust of cold wind blew, and his back was already drenched with sweat.

But he absolutely would not just admit it, so he feigned ignorance with a cough: "What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

He Xing smiled again, but his smile didn’t carry any warmth, it was more like the cold wind that blows over a frozen lake in winter, biting to the core, "Yi Lixing, originally I was prepared to give you a way out, but you shouldn’t have touched Fu Han. I called you here today to tell you one thing, we need to settle our accounts properly."

As if a blast of cold wind had swept through, Yi Lixing began to shiver all over. He suddenly started to regret why he had opposed He Xing.

For the first time, he introspected about the matters between him and He Xing, and for the first time, he seriously considered who had wronged whom.

In fact, when you get right down to it, He Xing was Yi Lixing’s patron. Without He Xing, Yi Lixing would probably still be a conceited yet helpless and obscure individual.

In their initial conversation, He Xing, amidst pressure, offered him a high salary and a high position, providing him the opportunity to make his mark, and eventually he became the most renowned Public Relations Director in A City.

Once, Yi Lixing had thought that he would stay in He Group for life and fight alongside He Xing forever.

But determination wears thin under the allure of money. In the end, he succumbed to the sugar-coated bullets offered by Xia Guoxiong, betraying the company’s secrets time after time.

Ordinary people would have directly called the police with such conclusive evidence, but He Xing didn’t. He simply exposed Yi Lixing’s misdeeds, still affording him a sliver of hope.

In fact, when his scheme was exposed, Yi Lixing was afraid, and he was grateful that He Xing didn’t call the police or demand compensation; but his gratitude was shallower than his resolve.

Xia Guoxiong had introduced him to Yang Kaitai, and he bounced back and forth between Xia Group and Yang Group, sinking deeper and deeper, becoming more and more muddled, harboring deeper resentment towards He Xing than before.

But it seemed he never thought about the fact that his downfall wasn’t He Xing’s fault, and all along, he was the one who had wronged He Xing, not the other way around.

While Yi Lixing was lost in his thoughts, the bell of the cafe rang again, and instinctively, he turned his head to look. The ones entering were two police officers in uniform.

"Did you call them?" Yi Lixing trembled all over, large beads of sweat streaming down like raindrops.

He Xing slowly stood up, fastening the buttons on his suit jacket as he spoke, "Of course, you took my leniency for indulgence. If I don’t make you pay some price, wouldn’t you become even more unrestrained in the future?"

In the midst of Yi Lixing’s desperate struggle, he was still taken away by the police.

Before leaving, he looked back and saw He Xing still standing in the same place, his profile as relentlessly sharp as ever, like a sculpture in its exquisite detail.

At the sight of He Xing’s face, Yi Lixing suddenly understood why he had been so antagonistic towards He Xing. The reason was nothing else but his unspoken jealousy towards He Xing.

He was excellent, but if he continued with He Xing, he would always be overshadowed by He Xing’s brilliance, and no one would ever notice him.

It’s strange when you think about it; Yi Lixing always had a high opinion of himself, believing that no man in the world could match him, yet he knew all too well that he would never be as outstanding as He Xing.

The wailing of the police car sped across the desolate streets. People heard the noise and poked their heads out of the windows to look.

Many shook their heads in pity. What crime had the man committed, to be taken away by the police during the New Year celebrations?

...

Xia Family’s villa.

Xia Ning was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, pacing back and forth in the room.

Xia Cheng lay on the sofa like a boneless creature, with his legs propped up, chewing betel nut, and browsing through pictures of beautiful women on his phone.

Xia Ning became increasingly irritable as she listened, and she rushed forward to snatch the phone from Xia Cheng’s hand, "All you ever do is look at beautiful women all day long. Is that all you know how to do besides chasing after them?"

"What else do I need to do?" Xia Cheng pointed at the not-so-obvious scar on his forehead and said sarcastically, "You tell me, if I do something else to upset the old man, will I still be alive?"

Xia Ning sighed helplessly. Ever since the incident with Qin Nuan, the relationship between the father and son of the Xia Family, Xia Cheng and Xia Guoxiong, had become very delicate, with both of them growing increasingly displeased with each other.

As for Xia Ning, she had never had a good impression of Qin Nuan, and objectively speaking, she thought that the latter was more to blame.

Put bluntly, Xia Cheng, knowing full well about the affair between Qin Nuan and Xia Guoxiong, still couldn’t control himself and got involved with Qin Nuan. It was normal for Xia Guoxiong to be angry.

This was also why Xia Guoxiong thought Xia Ning was on his side, so for the past few months, Xia Guoxiong had doubled the allowance he gave to Xia Ning, while he had halved Xia Cheng’s pocket money.

Thinking of this, Xia Ning kicked the sofa, "This was clearly your fault. What’s wrong with apologizing to Dad? You should call him now and ask where he is, tell him to come back quickly, it’s almost time for the New Year’s Eve dinner."

Xia Cheng initially didn’t want to pay attention to Xia Ning, but now he couldn’t help but become angry, "What did I do wrong? Qin Nuan is just a whore, and Dad does not plan to marry her. What’s wrong with us having fun together?"

Xia Ning, her nose crooked with rage, looked at Xia Cheng with disappointment, "Are you an idiot? What good does offending Dad do you? Qin Nuan can bear him a child, can you guarantee no other woman will bear him a child? Do you really think he must leave the family inheritance to you?"

"Enough," Xia Cheng said, completely dismissive. "Don’t con me here. Qin Nuan said my dad can’t do it. How can he get another woman pregnant? If his woman gets pregnant, you can be sure it’s not his."

Being a girl, Xia Ning blushed with embarrassment instantly, coughed to cover it up, and spat, "Xia Cheng, let me tell you, you better not talk nonsense, or you’ll ultimately be the one to suffer."

"What am I afraid of, he’s not here," Xia Cheng said dismissively, scorn and schadenfreude evident on his otherwise delicate face.

Looking down from above, Xia Ning rarely scrutinized Xia Cheng seriously, but today, as she did so, she realized that Xia Cheng was practically the male version of herself.

More precisely, if Xia Ning hadn’t had plastic surgery, she and Xia Cheng would be the type of siblings who others could tell were related at a glance.