Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 658 - 659: The War Between Men

Chapter 658: Chapter 659: The War Between Men

Complaining was one thing, but even if the elder He knew about it, he would only criticize He Xing, and the next day, he would still arrange for them to be together because the elder would force him to accompany Fu Han.

At this moment, He Xing was about ten meters away from Fu Han in a straight line. He could clearly see the expression on her face.

Therefore, he also clearly saw Fu Han maintaining her usual dining etiquette as always; she would absolutely not speak while eating, keeping silent whenever possible.

At that moment, He Xing thought it was wise that he had spent so much time learning dining etiquette with Fu Han back in the day; at least now, even if he watched Fu Han dining with another man, he wouldn’t feel physically uncomfortable.

Ji Liangchuan spoke up again beside him, his voice as gleefully schadenfreude as ever, "He Xing, I’m not trying to criticize you, but I really don’t understand why you keep shamelessly tagging along with Fu Han. Haven’t you noticed that Fu Han seems much happier with other men than she is with you?"

"So what if that’s the case?" He Xing knew that Ji Liangchuan was deliberately trying to provoke him, but he wasn’t angry. Instead, he smiled even more brilliantly, "Even if Fu Han smiles more joyfully, so what? A girl can smile at anyone, but she will only cry for one person. Fu Han will only cry for me, for no one else but me. That’s the difference!"

Ji Liangchuan’s face visibly worsened, his eyes filled with a mad and jealous light. It made his face, which was otherwise handsome, appear extremely twisted and terrifying, like that of an enraged beast.

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing a hint of chill, but not particularly cold; it didn’t even stir He Xing’s clothes.

In contrast, the breeze blew the hair on Ji Liangchuan’s forehead into his eyes, slicing his view into fragmented segments, creating small, broken squares.

It was like a cracked but unshattered mirror. You could still see a complete image, but you knew that some things had inevitably changed.

He Xing took a deep look at Ji Liangchuan. He still had that familiar yet strange face that He Xing had known from his chubby-cheeked childhood. Now, the childishness had disappeared from that face, and his eyes were no longer as clear and transparent as before.

Upon reflection, He Xing finally realized that the person before him was no longer the one he had known. Perhaps this person had changed in the torrent of time, or perhaps it was because He Xing had never truly understood him.

With that thought, a complex mix of emotions suddenly rose in He Xing’s heart. He kept his sigh buried within, but his spoken words were calm to the extreme, "Ji Liangchuan, from now on, our past friendship is severed; if you sincerely pursue Fu Han, I have no objections; but if you keep using your former girlfriend as a facade to chase after Fu Han, putting pressure on her, I won’t be soft-hearted!"

Ji Liangchuan was stunned for a moment, his gaze at He Xing bewildered for just an instant before he recovered his annoying demeanor, "He Xing, spare me your display of superiority. I’m telling you, I’m not afraid of your threats, and I definitely won’t give up on Fu Han."

"We’ll see about that," He Xing snorted coldly. Even though the sun was still overhead, the temperature around them seemed to plummet, just like his voice, devoid of any warmth, "Ji Liangchuan, remember my words, make your own wise choices."

After saying that, He Xing no longer lingered and turned around, heading straight for where Fu Han was.

Left behind, Ji Liangchuan rolled up his sleeves and looked at the dense goosebumps on his arm the size of rice grains. The cold wind blew, and he realized that the back of his shirt was soaked with sweat without him knowing when, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead, sticking his hair down and making it particularly uncomfortable.

Ji Liangchuan watched He Xing’s retreating figure, his expression driven to the brink of madness; if anyone were to see his face right now, they might suspect he wanted to destroy the world.

As Ji Liangchuan said, Fu Han was strict in following the ancient adage of silence at meals; coincidentally, Su Cheng was the same. So even though the two were dining at the same small round table, they didn’t have to worry about the awkwardness of having no conversation.

While eating, Fu Han felt as if someone was staring at her, a feeling she had while skating, but it wasn’t as strong as it was now.

She looked up inadvertently and saw Su Cheng had stopped his eating motions, his eyes clear black and white looking behind Fu Han.

Curious, Fu Han turned around and saw He Xing approaching them, now less than three meters away.

Her face immediately darkened as she said discontentedly, "What are you doing here?"

The events of the morning were still fresh in Fu Han’s mind, the deepest hurt being He Xing’s defense of Xia Ning. She didn’t mind hardships or exhaustion, but she detested seeing He Xing defend Xia Ning.

He Xing was originally making eye contact with Su Cheng from a distance, but when Fu Han suddenly turned around, it caught him off guard. He was supposed to be expressionless, but he froze and didn’t know what face to make for a moment.

Hearing Fu Han’s words, he stepped forward two paces, full of concern, "Xiaohan, of course I’m here to find you. Didn’t I ask you to wait for me downstairs this morning? Why did you leave?"

"Just because you told me to wait, I should wait for you? Who do you think you are, and why should I listen to you?" Fu Han’s beautiful eyes widened, full of vivacity and pep, reflecting her current demeanor, brimming with life.

He Xing was actually reprimanded, but his eyes lit up. God knows how much he liked Fu Han this way, cute and cunning with vitality, like a deer in the forest.

He sat down next to Fu Han and his eyes scanned the table, "These are the lunches Su Cheng bought, right? Well chosen, they’re all your favorites."

"It’s none of your business." Fu Han was still puffed up with anger, her cheeks bulging, "Su Cheng is much better at this than you, I really like it."

After saying that, Fu Han proved her point by stuffing a large bite of food into her mouth, "You see, it’s delicious, much better than what you buy."

Su Cheng, watching the back and forth between the two, felt very complex emotions. Before He Xing appeared, Fu Han was like a walking corpse with a body but no soul. Yet, when He Xing showed up, even though she seemed very angry, she suddenly became infused with energy.

No need for further confirmation. Su Cheng had already confirmed countless times that Fu Han only loved He Xing, and she would always love only him.

Isn’t loving someone about making them happy? If your love brings her not happiness but chains, then it would be better to let go and let her find the love she seeks.