Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 584 - 585: Father and Son Standoff

Chapter 584: Chapter 585: Father and Son Standoff

They had the same square faces, the same puffy single eyelids—all inherited from Xia Guoxiong.

The only features that redeemed Xia Cheng’s appearance were his high-bridged nose, thin lips, and what could pass for fair skin.

Today, as Fu Han’s mocking words about Xia Ning’s appearance once again surfaced in her mind, she had desperately wanted to retort. But now, seeing her brother’s state, she felt that her decision to get plastic surgery early on was absolutely correct.

She told herself that after all, she had modeled her surgery after her mother’s features—there was nothing wrong with that. She hadn’t gone for an extreme makeover; it was just a subtle refinement.

Suddenly, she remembered a message she had received not long ago and, feeling anxious and knowing she couldn’t rely on Xia Cheng, pulled out her phone, ready to call Xia Guoxiong once more.

But before she could dial, the sound of a car approached and both of them turned to look. Xia Guoxiong’s car was slowly entering the gate.

Xia Ning joyfully ran to the door, like a child left at home eagerly awaiting a long-desired candy from a parent’s return.

In stark contrast was Xia Cheng’s indifference, as if the person returning had nothing to do with him. He continued to lie on the sofa, resuming his prior position, and turned on his phone once again. However, this time he put on headphones instead of playing the audio out loud.

Two minutes later, Xia Ning entered, arm in arm with Xia Guoxiong, wearing a charming smile that Xia Cheng was all too familiar with—a look she donned whenever she needed a favor.

Xia Guoxiong stood by the sofa and looked at Xia Cheng with a face full of disdain and said, "Xia Cheng, tell me what you’ve accomplished. All day long, if you’re not lying around at home, you’re out chasing girls. Don’t you have any ambition..."

"Enough, don’t bother." Xia Cheng impolitely cut him off with a hint of sarcasm, "I know that at my age you had already started a company, and you’d also become a father, but you are you and I am me. Could you please not measure me by your standards?"

They had had similar confrontations before, and Xia Ning knew they were just exchanging harsh words and that it wouldn’t escalate to a real fight, so she just silently watched without speaking.

As expected, Xia Guoxiong looked at him with disappointment, "Look at yourself—you play all day and perform even worse than your sister. If I handed the Xia Group over to you, you would probably squander it all away."

Xia Ning, caught in the crossfire, wore a face full of helplessness. She wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words, ultimately just turning her head away, pretending she hadn’t heard.

On the other hand, Xia Cheng was fuming inside, especially since his plans to meet a girl had been rejected that day, and he wasn’t willing to hold back like he usually did.

He slammed his foot down and abruptly sat up, "That’s easy for you to say. I might not even see the family fortune by the time it’s in my hands."

"What did you say?" Xia Guoxiong’s anger flared instantly, surging to his head.

The more angered one becomes over a matter, the more it shows their concern about it; today was supposed to be for the New Year’s celebration, but Xia Guoxiong didn’t return until night fell—not because he was out with another woman, but due to a problem at the company. Xia Cheng’s words inadvertently hit a sore spot.

Xia Cheng had wanted to throw out more provoking comments, but seeing Xia Guoxiong truly enraged, he felt a chill down his back and shrank his neck, deciding not to continue.

Unfortunately, this act not only failed to quell Xia Guoxiong’s rage but actually added fuel to the fire.

At a similar age, and in fact older than He Xing, He Xing had made the He Group thrive while Xia Cheng knew only how to indulge in leisure, contributing nothing of substance.

Many a night, Xia Guoxiong had wondered why his children had turned out this way, unable to aid him in any way.

Normally, Xia Guoxiong might not have been so agitated, but today Mr. Ji discovered some matters that, for the Xia Group, were adding insult to injury, and Xia Guoxiong couldn’t help but get angry.

Xia Guoxiong pointed at Xia Cheng’s nose, "Starting next year, you won’t have any allowance. If you want money, you’ll have to work at the company—earn what you work for. Tardiness, leaving early, and not taking your work seriously will result in pay deductions."

"Old man, that’s too much," Xia Cheng retorted, anger driving him to kick the coffee table, "Even if I became the general manager, my monthly pay wouldn’t even reach a hundred thousand. You give me such a paltry sum, are you treating me like a beggar?"

"Even when I give money to beggars, they at least thank me," Xia Guoxiong’s voice rose in anger, his square face flushing red, trembling with rage. "But look at you—you eat mine, you take mine, and you do nothing but make me angry all day long. How could I have fathered such a son?"

"Did I ask you to bring me into this world?" Xia Cheng’s face wasn’t looking any better, especially when he noticed a few servants sneaking looks from the kitchen, making him feel even more humiliated, "If not for you, maybe my mom would have found a richer old man, and I wouldn’t have to be groveling for money all the time, would I?"

"Alright, alright, you said it," Xia Guoxiong paced back and forth in front of the sofa, visibly agitated. After two laps, he stopped and said, "You said it—you don’t want to be my son. Well then, get out. From today onwards, I no longer consider you my son."

"Fine, I’m leaving." Xia Cheng hadn’t really expected things to reach this point, but backed into a corner with nowhere else to turn, it wasn’t like he could admit defeat at this moment. He stomped his foot hard and said, "Before I go, let’s be clear—it’s you who doesn’t want me as a son, not the other way around."

He moved to grab his car keys, appearing serious about leaving.

All this time, Xia Ning had been an observer, intending to stay out of whatever happened. But now, she couldn’t stand aside any longer and grabbed Xia Cheng, saying with great reluctance, "Are you really going to leave? It’s the New Year, and if you go it will be just Dad and me left."

"You saw yourself, it’s him who’s driving me away," Xia Cheng’s voice was defiant, yet he did not pull away from Xia Ning’s grasp but instead stopped in his tracks.

Xia Ning looked back at Xia Guoxiong; his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, yet he remained silent.

She urged Xia Cheng, "Dad was just joking with you, and you took it seriously. If Dad really wanted you gone, he could have done so long ago. Why wait until now?"