Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 638 - 639: Midnight Terror

Chapter 638: Chapter 639: Midnight Terror

The difficulty of this journey made him think of Tangseng’s pilgrimage to the West to retrieve the scriptures. It truly rivaled the ninety-nine eighty-one tribulations.

But the outcome was positive. The mountain villagers had never laid eyes on a big shot like Xia Guoxiong, and they looked at him as if he were a Bodhisattva.

Taking advantage of nobody being around, Xia Guoxiong had a private talk with the assassin’s parents and proposed that the assassin alone take the blame, in exchange for a hefty compensation.

The parents had never considered that their son, charged with attempted murder and attempted rape, would spend how many years in prison.

What they thought was, with Xia Guoxiong’s money, they could buy a bride for their younger son, and then their family could continue to grow and prosper.

Xia Ning was extremely shocked to hear what Xia Guoxiong said. It was a world she had never been exposed to, something that never appeared in her worldview.

Yet Xia Guoxiong was particularly calm about it, and the family’s response was completely within his expectations.

After all, had his parents faced the same choice, they would surely have opted for the money over Xia Guoxiong without a second thought.

The saying that cunning folks come out of remote and impoverished areas is true: the poorer they are, the less they value life. When you have several sons and someone tells you that sacrificing one means the others won’t have to remain bachelors, no parent would reject that choice.

That’s also why Xia Guoxiong, after arriving in City A, preferred to sleep under a bridge with no money rather than return to his old home, even though the air there was fresh. But that place was truly despairing, truly not fit for a person to live in.

In the blink of an eye, he had left his hometown for thirty years without ever going back, and in all that time his family never came looking for him.

Even now, if you called Xia Guoxiong back, he wouldn’t remember where his home was; he had forgotten what his parents looked like, forgotten the names of his siblings.

And even if he remembered what his hometown looked like, he wouldn’t go back.

He knew all too well what his bunch of poor relatives would do upon his return. They would pester him the same way he pestered Du Wanting, demanding money, jobs, houses, brides.

In a strict sense, there was no difference between Xia Guoxiong and the assassin’s parents; they were both extreme egoists, always thinking of themselves first.

Xia Ning’s voice, both excited and timid, rang out, "Daddy, does that mean you can get Yi Lixing out tomorrow?"

Xia Ning could handle Qin Xiaonian’s release from prison by herself. Now, all she needed to do was get Yi Lixing out, and the sword hanging over her head would be removed.

"It won’t be that fast," Xia Guoxiong glared at Xia Ning and said irritably, "You have to eat your rice one bite at a time. Do you think you can become fat in one gulp? Yi Lixing was personally sent in by He Xing; do you think He Xing doesn’t have backup plans?"

The conversation, going round and round, eventually came back to the problem with He Xing.

Xia Ning sighed deeply; she really did not know how to deal with this matter.

These days, she had made many phone calls to He Xing, sent countless messages, and visited Lanwan Mountain several times; but every time He Xing picked up her calls, he would ask if there was any matter, and just as Xia Ning tried to exchange pleasantries before getting to the point, He Xing would hang up. As for the messages she sent, He Xing had not replied at all these days.

What left Xia Ning speechless was that in the past, when she visited Lanwan Mountain, the gatekeepers never stopped her; but during this time, no matter when she went, she wasn’t allowed to go up. If she said she wanted to see He Xing or Elder He, the response was always that they were not at home and told Xia Ning to call He Xing herself.

It was a vicious cycle. The gatekeepers said He Xing was not at home, so she should call him; when she called He Xing, he either didn’t answer, or he would hang up in a few seconds. Thus, Xia Ning hadn’t seen He Xing at all these days, and she felt utterly helpless.

Then, Xia Guoxiong spoke up again, his voice carrying a sinister chill, "Xia Ning, don’t blame me for not helping you. Now I’ve taken care of the assassin, you go deal with He Xing. You look exactly like your mother. Aren’t you afraid that He Xing won’t be soft-hearted? Just say Yi Lixing has decided to burn both bridges, that you were framed by them. Can’t you come up with that story?"

Xia Ning knew she had no other choices. She quietly nodded, not saying a word.

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When the phone rang, He Xing thought it was his set alarm. He took off his eye mask, but was still greeted by darkness, realizing then it was not yet dawn.

The phone rang insistently, line after line, exceptionally urgent. The three characters on the screen reading "Uncle Xia" were glaringly bright.

A bad premonition arose in He Xing’s heart, and he slowly answered the call.

Xia Guoxiong’s distinctive loud voice transmitted from the phone, "He Xing, it’s bad, Xia Ning has attempted suicide!"

After hanging up, He Xing instantly got out of bed and searched for clothes in his wardrobe. He had just put on his dress shirt and hadn’t yet buttoned it up when the phone rang again.

He Xing’s hand involuntarily trembled, accidentally brushing against his own robust pectorals, and that’s when he realized his hand was ice-cold like iron.

It was a video from Xia Guoxiong. In it, Xia Ning lay bloodied in a bathtub, her eyes tightly closed, and eyebrows scrunched up; the water in the tub had turned red with her blood, and more continued to gush out from her wrists like a spring.

Suddenly, a blood-soaked face appeared before He Xing’s eyes, a face identical to Xia Ning’s — it was her mother, Du Wanting.

That year, not yet ten years old, He Xing watched helplessly as his parents vanished before his eyes, and Du Wanting’s blood flowed on the highway like a stream.

He swore in his heart then, if he could survive this disaster, he never wanted to witness such a scene again.

He Xing couldn’t believe Xia Guoxiong still had the mood to send him a video at this time. Furious and trembling, he sent several voice messages demanding Xia Guoxiong take Xia Ning to the hospital immediately, saying he was on his way.

Five minutes later, the Lamborghini revved up. To avoid waking Elder He, He Xing left the He Family home at a slow pace, but once he was on the mountain road, the screeching of the tires against the ground nearly tore open the night sky.

The mountain road was scenic but perilously dangerous. Even though He Xing had driven it several times, during a ninety-degree turn, he still grazed the protective barriers on the right; without them, the Lamborghini might have tumbled right off the mountain road.