Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 646 - 647: Embarrassingly Awkward

Chapter 646: Chapter 647: Embarrassingly Awkward

The most important thing was, He Xing offered a very generous compensation, not reducing the price at all because she was his fiancée.

The second part of the film "Longing for Return" would start shooting soon after the Spring Festival; the problem was, Su Cheng was now busy with the affairs of Huangpu Group, definitely having neither the mood nor the energy to take care of these matters. Therefore, it was necessary to find a reliable person to stay at the company and act as Fu Han’s mouthpiece.

It was for this reason that Zhao Ting, who was originally supposed to stay in M Country for about a year, was called back by Fu Han in less than two months.

In fact, before Liang Tao went to M Country, Fu Han had already decided to have Zhao Ting return, but she did not tell Liang Tao this.

Although her experience with love was not very extensive, she felt that the trope of crossing oceans to see someone was really moving, especially for a young girl like Zhao Ting who had only graduated a few years ago.

Sure enough, judging by the frequency of Liang Tao’s updates in his circle of friends after he went to M Country as well as the content, if they told Fu Han they were getting married tomorrow, Fu Han certainly wouldn’t be surprised.

"President Fu, are you listening to me?" Zhao Ting’s gentle voice rang out, carrying undeniable respect.

Fu Han immediately stopped her untimely daydreaming, cleared her throat, and returned to her leather chair, then gestured for Zhao Ting to sit on the chair opposite her desk, "Sorry, I was just spacing out. Could you please repeat that?"

Zhao Ting smiled without any mind, handing over the materials in her hand to Fu Han, "President Fu, I was reporting work to you. This is the work summary I’ve prepared, you can take a look when you have time."

"Alright, do you have anything else?" Fu Han’s gaze fell on Zhao Ting, her eyes sweeping up and down.

Although Zhao Ting seemed unchanged, with an average face shape, ordinary features, standard yellow skin, the only memorable thing was her pair of eyes—beautiful and flawless.

Fu Han remembered that when Zhao Ting first joined the company, she wore casual outfits and sneakers every day, her black hair casually tied into a ponytail, not high or low, at the back of her head. Though not slovenly, her look had nothing to do with that of an elite.

But the Zhao Ting standing before Fu Han today had chestnut-colored wavy curls elegantly draped over her shoulders, wearing a fitting business suit, black shiny leather shoes on her feet, and light makeup on her face—a standard office white-collar attire.

Maybe because Fu Han had been used to sparring with Xia Ning since childhood, she was someone who really valued appearances; if before Fu Han only saw Zhao Ting as raw talent, now Fu Han felt Zhao Ting had been polished into a fine jade.

On the other side, Zhao Ting’s voice rang out again: "President Fu, I don’t have any other work to report for the moment, you’re busy, so I’ll go out now."

"Wait a moment." Fu Han hurriedly stopped Zhao Ting, and once she sat down again, Fu Han opened the materials Zhao Ting had brought and thoroughly reviewed them.

She commented while reading, "Your spreadsheet skills have improved; this report is very well done, clear at a glance; you’ve completed your work in M Country very satisfactorily, starting from this month your salary will increase by fifty percent, and if your subsequent work is done well, we will continue to adjust your salary."

Fu Han was absolutely clear about rewards and punishments at work. Since Zhao Ting had grown so quickly, if Fu Han didn’t offer a salary that matched Zhao Ting’s abilities, it was very likely that Zhao Ting would jump ship.

Then, wouldn’t Fu Han’s effort in training Zhao Ting for over a year be for naught, like making a wedding dress for someone else? What’s more, who could guarantee that any assistant she found later would have the capabilities of Zhao Ting?

Since there were none, it was only natural to give Zhao Ting a raise.

Zhao Ting’s eyes widened as she looked at Fu Han, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. When she finally reacted, her face flushed with excitement, incessantly expressing her thanks.

Fu Han wanted to find He Xing right away, so she arranged company matters with Zhao Ting, instructing Zhao Ting to call her if anything came up, and then she hurriedly grabbed her things and left.

But as she waited for the elevator, Su Cheng happened to come out from the Photography Studio.

They ran into each other unexpectedly in front of the elevator, and the instant their eyes met, they both felt a bit awkward, and it was that indefinable kind of awkwardness.

In the end, it was Su Cheng who spoke first, "Fu Han, are you going out?"

"Yes." After Fu Han finished speaking, she felt as though her words were dismissive, so she thought about it and added, "I thought you had already left, why are you still here?"

"There was a problem with some equipment in the Photography Studio, someone came to ask me to help with the tuning," Su Cheng’s complexion had returned to normal, and he hesitated a bit as he spoke, dusting off his hands, "I... You probably haven’t had breakfast, right, how about we grab something to eat together?"

Honestly, every time Su Cheng looked at Fu Han, it was a lot of pressure—not for any other reason but because even though Su Cheng tried very hard to hide it, the deep affection in his eyes could not be concealed.

This emotion that Su Cheng himself wanted to hide yet couldn’t, was indeed very touching; hence, every time Fu Han saw Su Cheng, she genuinely felt guilty inside.

Thus, even though Fu Han had the words of refusal on the tip of her tongue, she found it somewhat hard to articulate, especially as Su Cheng’s request was not excessive, and since the time they had dinner at Nan Qing’s place, this was the first time they met.

Everyone in the world knew that Su Cheng liked Fu Han; but Su Cheng has never caused any trouble for Fu Han, that too was known to everyone.

It was because of this that, although they both liked Fu Han, she was kinder to Su Cheng than to Ji Liangchuan.

For example, during the Spring Festival period, Ji Liangchuan contacted Fu Han several times wanting to meet her, but Fu Han relentlessly declined.

Ultimately, she still refused with an apology, "I’m sorry Su Cheng, I have matters to deal with, so I can’t have breakfast, maybe next time we can have it together."

"Okay." Su Cheng’s face showed not the slightest displeasure, and when the elevator door opened, he still extended his hand politely to let Fu Han enter first, following her in afterward.

In the elevator, they exchanged a few simple, calm topics, and upon reaching the underground parking lot, they politely waved goodbye to each other.

Fu Han failed to start the car on the first try, thinking it was a mistake on her part, but after several attempts, it still wouldn’t start; that’s when she realized she was out of gas, although she was sure it had fuel when she arrived.

She got out of the car to check, only to find that her fuel tank was leaking, the ground already stained with a puddle of gasoline, emitting a strange odor.

This was truly a case of misfortune striking at an inopportune time, Fu Han sighed, preparing to leave to hail a cab, when suddenly a horn sounded.