Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 663 - 664: Awkward Overtures

Chapter 663: Chapter 664: Awkward Overtures

A strange man walked in, looking at Xia Ning with a deep and meaningful gaze. His scrutinizing eyes were brazen, as if evaluating someone without a stitch of clothing, which was incredibly uncomfortable.

Xia Ning pulled up the blanket to cover her upper body, even though she was wearing the thick, winter hospital gown. But she still found the man’s gaze in front of her quite annoying.

The strange man walked up to Xia Ning’s bedside and looked down on her, "Xia Ning, have you really lost your memory?"

The fact that he could say this indicated that he knew Xia Ning from before, but his presence gave Xia Ning a sense of danger. Her rational mind told her to stay away from him, yet emotionally she held the call button in her hand, unable to bring herself to press it.

Xia Ning straightened her face, hiding all her anxiety, "Who are you, exactly? If you don’t tell me, I’m going to call the nurse."

"Alright, alright, I’ll tell you," the strange man stroked his chin, his words dripping with mockery, "My name is Ji Liangchuan, and to you, I am... a ’partner’."

Watching Xia Ning’s puzzled face, Ji Liangchuan smiled and explained further, "You like He Xing, I like Fu Han, so we hit it off and have been actively working together to break those two apart."

Without much thought, Xia Ning believed what Ji Liangchuan said. She might not remember Ji Liangchuan, but her instincts were right—when she looked at Ji Liangchuan, she knew he wouldn’t be an enemy.

Thinking this, Xia Ning spoke with disdain, "Then it seems your capabilities are quite limited. You’ve made so much effort without success; I should consider whether to continue our cooperation."

As she spoke, Ji Liangchuan kept gauging her expression. Honestly, when he first heard about Xia Ning’s suicide, he found it absurd. Xia Ning, who had always been so goal-oriented, didn’t seem like someone who would take her own life.

As for selective amnesia, that was even more ludicrous—it was like a shameless charade. Whatever you say goes—forget if you say forget, don’t remember if you say don’t remember. Isn’t that shameless?

So, Ji Liangchuan’s primary reason for coming here was to see if Xia Ning really had lost her memory. But now, looking at Xia Ning’s demeanor, she didn’t seem to be lying.

His thoughts racing, he purposely said, "Xia Ning, stop berating me here. I delivered He Xing into your hands, and you didn’t even score a home run. Do you really have the face to say this?"

Xia Ning’s face turned red in an instant. She didn’t recall this incident in her memory, but if it were true, she would regret it for life.

After waiting a while without a response from Xia Ning, Ji Liangchuan was more convinced. He smiled, leaned in closer, and said in a low voice, "Xia Ning, don’t get it wrong. Whether we continue to collaborate or not is my choice to make, not yours. You have no say in the matter; if you don’t behave, I’ll tell He Xing all the things you’ve done."

"Stop trying to extort me. I haven’t done anything," Xia Ning feigned calmness, unaware that her face had turned pale as snow.

Amnesiac, but not foolish, she instinctively felt that Ji Liangchuan was telling the truth, and despite her rebuttal, she couldn’t shake off the guilt.

Ji Liangchuan watched her expressions closely, not bothering to argue with Xia Ning and simply whispered something in her ear.

Xia Ning’s expression went through multiple changes, from surprise to doubt and then to anticipation. Even when she smiled, it gave off a chilling feeling, like that of a witch in a fairy tale.

The wind outside the window grew stronger, and the sunlight had disappeared without notice. It was still early, yet it was getting dark.

That’s winter for you—one moment, there could be bright sunlight, and the next, the weather could turn.

The bright ward turned gloomy as well, and the darkest aspects were the faces of Xia Ning and Ji Liangchuan, darker than the shadows under the trees.

...

Bai Wei glanced at the sky outside before changing her clothes; the sunlight was bright and warm enough to wear a lovely tweed coat without needing a bulky down jacket.

With only half an hour, she changed clothes quickly and did her makeup speedily, yet meticulously, fearing any flaws could mar her beauty.

When she came out of the Makeup Room, she felt her room was much dimmer, as though it was already nighttime.

With half an hour almost up, Bai Wei didn’t dare delay further. She grabbed her phone and keys, and ran towards the door, completely unaware of Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo muttering something about potential rain at the entrance not far behind her.

Bai Wei descended the stairs at her fastest pace, even checking herself in the elevator mirror, finding herself very satisfied with her appearance.

She had always worn her hair short, but after meeting Luo Qinghe, she began to appreciate long hair too. She hadn’t cut her long-growing locks, and now, months later, her hair had reached her shoulders, justifying the term ’flowing long hair.’

Upon exiting the elevator, Bai Wei put on a haughty expression she had practiced, and walked towards the exit in high heels. From a distance, she could see Luo Qinghe standing near the entrance.

The upscale complex had good greenery, lush even in the depths of winter. Luo Qinghe, in a khaki trench coat, stood there resembling a landscape painting from afar.

His coat’s hem wildly fluttered, as if a pair of butterflies were dancing. Regrettably, due to the wind, Bai Wei couldn’t discern Luo Qinghe’s expression and thus couldn’t guess his mood.

Bai Wei gently pushed the door open and leaned against the door frame in a pose commonly used in photo shoots, eyeing Ji Liangchuan from a distance, "Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to break up with me? What are you doing here now?"

Luo Qinghe looked up at Bai Wei, with his deep eyes hidden behind dark hair, "Why are you so slow? Are you trying to freeze me to death?"

After saying this, he walked towards Bai Wei, but didn’t stop by her side; instead, he continued straight into the building.

Once inside, he stamped his feet, complaining while tidying his disheveled hair, "It’s so cold, so cold. Didn’t you know to come down earlier and open the door for me?"

Bai Wei found his childish behavior both annoying and amusing, but outwardly she showed irritation, "Did I say I would let you in? Be careful, or I’ll tell the property management you’re trespassing in a Civil House."

"Go ahead and say it; I need to warm up first." Luo Qinghe acted as if he had no weaknesses. He walked to the front desk naturally, asking the customer service to pour him hot water, and less than a minute later, he returned with two disposable cups, handing one to Bai Wei, "Do you want to drink?"

"Why wouldn’t I?" Bai Wei wasn’t thirsty at all, but she took the cup anyway, knowing this was Luo Qinghe’s awkward way of extending an olive branch, and she awkwardly accepted his gesture.