Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 659 - 660: With You Here, I Can Rest Assured

Chapter 659: Chapter 660: With You Here, I Can Rest Assured

Su Cheng cleared his throat, immediately drawing the attention of the two to him.

He saw very clearly, Fu Han’s eyes carried guilt when she looked his way, the kind that came from realizing she had neglected Su Cheng. He Xing, however, bore no hostility in his gaze towards him, but rather gratitude.

If Fu Han’s eyes were a knife to Su Cheng, then He Xing’s eyes were like a sword, equally capable of causing harm.

The first to speak was He Xing, who smiled kindly and said, "Su Cheng, thank you for keeping Fu Han company. With you by her side, I’m much relieved."

This statement was so impactful it nearly provoked Su Cheng to spit out blood from the stimulation, and he couldn’t help thinking about what He Xing meant by those words.

First of all, He Xing would definitely not give up on Fu Han. Under this premise, the meaning of He Xing’s words became very intriguing — it could be that He Xing has never seen Su Cheng as a competitor, or that he believed Su Cheng’s relationship with Fu Han would only ever be platonic.

Whichever it was, Su Cheng felt terrible. He would even prefer if He Xing looked at him as an enemy; that would be easier to bear.

"No need for thanks." Su Cheng managed a bitter smile that he couldn’t suppress, "Fu Han and I are friends. It’s natural for me to comfort her when she’s upset. I didn’t do these things for you, so you needn’t thank me."

In fact, Su Cheng had more to say. He wanted to say, "You can be assured, I will keep my promise," but he knew that to say it would be mean, and if he did, it would only intensify the conflict between Fu Han and He Xing.

Because Fu Han had specifically sought out Su Cheng to tell him that there would be no relationship beyond friendship between them, but she also asked him to disregard his promise to He Xing, for a true gentleman would not take advantage of others’ vulnerability.

He Xing ended up laughing at Su Cheng’s words, still wearing that sincere, kind smile.

Except towards Fu Han, He Xing’s smile always carried a certain distance when directed at others — even if he smiled at you, you could clearly sense his resistance to getting closer.

But when He Xing smiled at Fu Han, it felt entirely different, or rather, just one look at her from He Xing was enough to tell how much she meant to him.

Su Cheng slowly stood up and looked at Fu Han, "Fu Han, I’ve had enough to eat. Now that He Xing is here, my duty is over. It’s been a tough journey for you two; it’s most important to clear up any misunderstandings."

After speaking, Su Cheng didn’t linger and stood up to leave.

Fu Han looked at the half-eaten meal box across from her and felt a touch of emotion. Like her, Su Cheng had skipped breakfast. A tall guy like him had only eaten half a meal after two meals combined — how could his body take it?

He Xing, following Fu Han’s line of sight, sighed almost imperceptibly and patted her shoulder, "Huangpu Group is facing difficulties, and a moment of inattention could bring everything tumbling down. It’s normal for Su Cheng to have no appetite."

He Xing didn’t continue, but what he wanted to add was that whenever the He Group faced significant issues, he too would lose his appetite due to anxiety, but what was the point of sharing such thoughts? It would serve no purpose but to worry Fu Han unnecessarily.

The warmest time of a winter day is the afternoon, and after eating, Fu Han leaned back against the stone table, slightly squinting up at the sky.

The weather today was beautiful, with a gentle breeze and a warm sun, a blue sky, and white clouds, cotton candy-like and immediately lifting one’s spirits just by looking at them.

Especially when... Fu Han slightly titled her head to glance beside her, where He Xing was busily tidying up the leftovers on the table, the sunlight draping a light golden coat over his figure, sharpening his facial contours.

There was always a particular magnetism about He Xing, a sense that whatever he did, he did with earnestness, as if everything was of great significance to him.

Just like now, though He Xing was merely cleaning up after a meal, it felt as though he was crafting a piece of art.

Watching him, Fu Han’s lips began to curl up unconsciously, her smile overflowing.

Basking in the sun with the one you love is such a blissful thing.

When He Xing finally had the table cleaned, he sat down next to Fu Han again, and she immediately hid away her smile, pretending to be angry and turning her head away from He Xing.

"Xiaohan, did you read the email I sent you?" He Xing asked with a smile, while brazenly reaching to hold Fu Han’s hand.

"Why are you being handsy? What difference does it make if I’ve read it? I’m telling you, I absolutely don’t believe that Xia Ning would commit suicide, nor do I believe she has amnesia," Fu Han slapped He Xing’s hand away.

She spoke her heart, and even with controlled emotions, what she said was relatively measured; had she let out all the words brewing inside her, she was sure she would end up arguing with He Xing.

Fu Han’s slap wasn’t harsh, indeed she had restrained herself; thus, He Xing threw caution to the wind and grasped one of Fu Han’s hands firmly, no matter how hard she tried to wriggle free.

He hurriedly began to explain, "Xiaohan, I think what you say makes sense, but these are things we need to verify before making clear, right?"

Fu Han huffed coldly, her face showing dissent, but ultimately she didn’t speak further.

Meanwhile, He Xing eagerly continued, "Xiaohan, we should judge by actions, not intentions. Based on the current facts, it appears Xia Ning attempted suicide and nearly died from excessive blood loss. I don’t think anyone would joke with their life; that’s why I’m willing to try and believe Xia Ning’s reasons."

Fu Han’s first reaction was to object to He Xing’s words, but the last bit of rationality in her mind held her back from continuing this futile debate.

The sun flooded down in torrents, with waves of laughter and cheer emanating from the nearby skating rink — so youthful, so contagiously joyful.

He Xing waited a while for Fu Han’s response, fearing she was still angry, he gently squeezed her palm, "Xiaohan, did you hear what I said?"

As if in slow motion from an old movie, Fu Han turned to look at He Xing, her stray hair fluttering in the breeze, half-obscuring her bright eyes.