Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 636 - 637: The Failed Do-or-Die Attempt

Chapter 636: Chapter 637: The Failed Do-or-Die Attempt

Xia Ning knew she should say something, but in that moment, her hands and feet felt icy cold, and her mind was a complete blur. In the end, she simply said nothing, maintaining her silence.

Qin Nuan’s voice rang out once more, "Xia Ning, I’m giving you one more week. If Yi Lixing doesn’t come back within a week, then brace yourself for jail."

"No!" Xia Ning finally showed her fear, her face pale as she said, "I’ve already made arrangements for Qin Xiaonian’s issue. Yi Lixing’s matter is more troublesome. Could you give me a little more time?"

A brazen laugh came through the phone—it was Qin Nuan mocking her.

Xia Ning’s lips were almost bitten bloody as she said with difficulty, "Qin Nuan, I’m already making concessions. If you keep pushing me this hard, then let’s just destroy each other. I won’t stand for this injustice anymore."

As soon as she expressed these words, Xia Ning felt relief in her heart, as if the pent-up frustration had finally been vented. She felt a significant release.

Regrettably, her good mood didn’t last long before Qin Nuan shattered it again.

Qin Nuan’s voice, devoid of any warmth, came through, "This is your own doing, Xia Ning. Make sure you don’t regret it. Whatever happens, I won’t be affected. At worst, my sister and Yi Lixing will just have to spend a few more years inside; but you and your brother will likely spend many, many years behind bars."

After that sentence, there was a long silence. Qin Nuan only heard Xia Ning’s increasingly heavy breathing and could not discern any more of the conversation.

Qin Nuan spoke up again, "Xia Ning, I’m warning you. I’m giving you an extra week. If you don’t find a way to get my sister and Yi Lixing out and instead try to play tricks behind my back, I will make you regret ever being born."

It wasn’t until the phone call ended that Xia Ning felt the weight that had been pressing down on her finally lift temporarily.

An unknown breeze blew by, causing Xia Ning to shiver. She realized that the back of her shirt was already soaked with sweat, and the stray hairs on her cheeks were wet and clung to her skin.

When had the proud young lady of the Xia Family ever been in such a sorry state?

Xia Ning could clearly hear her own teeth grinding, but with the protection of her father and He Xing, even in the Upper-Class Society of City A, she had been like a star encircled by the moon.

From childhood, only she had bullied others as the unruly princess, and no one dared to bully her; the rage in her heart erupted like a geyser, wishing she could devour Qin Nuan alive.

In the past, the only person Xia Ning detested was Fu Han, but now the hatred included Qin Nuan as well; she would pay any price to erase Qin Nuan from existence.

With that thought, a cold glint shot from Xia Ning’s eyes, and if looks could kill, Qin Nuan would have been pierced by a thousand arrows and dead by now.

The sound of a car starting brought Xia Ning back to reality. Knowing that her father had returned, the crazy light in her eyes finally faded. She rushed excitedly toward the door, forgetting even to put on shoes.

Not even a minute later, Xia Guoxiong emerged from the garage. Seeing Xia Ning waiting at the door, he asked with furrowed brows and an expressionless face, "Why aren’t you asleep at this late hour?"

"Dad, I was waiting for you to come back," Xia Ning disregarded Xia Guoxiong’s indifference, affectionately taking his hand as they headed inside together, "Dad, I haven’t seen you for days. Where have you been?"

Closer now, Xia Ning keenly smelled the scent of tobacco on Xia Guoxiong, heavy with smoke from his speech and breathing, but without a trace of women’s perfume.

Xia Ning felt somewhat relieved. As long as Xia Guoxiong wasn’t with other women during this time, she could rest easier knowing he wouldn’t abandon her and Xia Cheng.

Xia Guoxiong took off his coat at the door and began to change his shoes. Xia Ning quickly bent down to fetch his slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them at his feet.

"If there’s something to talk about, we can discuss it later. I’m hungry. Go have the cook prepare a meal for me," Xia Guoxiong said, heading toward the sofa, his hoarse voice tinged with an unmistakable weariness.

"Alright, right away," Xia Ning immediately agreed with a smile, so eager to perform well in front of Xia Guoxiong that she didn’t even take the time to put on her own shoes, racing barefoot over the tiles to the cook’s quarters in the back courtyard.

The cook was roused from sleep but didn’t dare show any annoyance, painfully aware of the strange atmosphere in the Xia Family, especially since Xia Cheng had been taken to the detention center.

The meal was prepared swiftly; in less than half an hour, the dishes on the table were steaming hot once more, the only difference being that the reheated food looked less appetizing than when fresh.

Fortunately, Xia Guoxiong wasn’t particularly fussy about his meals; he simply liked meat, especially pork belly, and today the cook just happened to make her specialty, braised pork belly with dried tofu.

Xia Ning was quite picky about her food, always treating herself with the utmost scrutiny in all matters of living. If things did not please her, she made sure everyone’s mood was spoilt.

But that day, even though she hadn’t had dinner, she felt no appetite looking at the table full of dishes. In fact, the sight of the food made her feel slightly nauseous.

No, it was more the sight of Xia Guoxiong devouring his meat that made her feel sick.

Xia Guoxiong, who had climbed up from the lower ranks, could only afford meat during holidays before arriving in City A, and due to his upbringing, he couldn’t shake the habit of eating greedily, always ending up with a greasy face, showing a total lack of refinement while eating.

However, there was an exception: at social gatherings or business meetings, Xia Guoxiong could perfectly hide his inherent coarseness, so outsiders were unaware of his crude mannerisms at home.

Xia Ning silently watched Xia Guoxiong eat, desperately hiding her own revulsion, especially when she remembered how elegantly He Xing and Old Master He ate, her dislike for Xia Guoxiong’s way of eating deepened from the bottom of her heart.

If she could, Xia Ning truly wished she could escape the Xia Family at that very moment, but there were no such options—her desired partner did not want to marry her, and she was unwilling to marry those who did.

The feeling of revulsion inside Xia Ning grew stronger. She knew she would vomit if she lingered any longer. Without delay and using the excuse of making tea for Xia Guoxiong, she fled.

She ran into the yard, breathing deeply. The cold night air finally quelled the tumultuous feeling in her stomach.