Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 680 - 682: Someone Knocked at the Door

Chapter 680: Chapter 682: Someone Knocked at the Door

Her face flushed, she whispered, "Someone... Someone is knocking outside."

At this moment, Fu Han felt incredibly grateful that she had locked the door behind her when she entered. She swore to heaven that locking the door was not because she had anticipated things would evolve into the current situation.

She locked the door simply because her office was right where the staff worked, and she didn’t want to keep it open to satisfy their curious minds. Usually, she just left it slightly ajar.

But who would have thought that such an unintentional act would save her this time; otherwise, had the person knocking been able to burst in, she wouldn’t have the face to stay at this company any longer.

"Damn it!" Anger surged like gigantic waves in He Xing’s eyes; if looks could kill, the person knocking outside would have died bleeding from all orifices by now.

Fu Han, already filled with shyness, couldn’t help but burst into a giggle upon hearing this and said in a good mood, "Why angry? What’s meant to be yours will always be yours."

Once the words escaped her lips, she regretted them. What kind of inappropriate language was that? She wished she could find a hole to crawl into from embarrassment.

For the first time in her life, she truly understood what it meant to be utterly mortified, especially with He Xing looking at her with appreciation - that was more unbearable than if she’d been killed.

A smile gradually appeared on He Xing’s face. Ignoring the knockings that grew more intense by the moment, he planted a forceful kiss on Fu Han’s smooth and slender neck until she let out a pained moan.

Finally, He Xing sat up. With a long reach, he hooked his arm around Fu Han’s bare waist and effortlessly lifted her.

"Turn around, I need to get dressed," Fu Han covered her chest in a hurry, her face aflame with a blush so deep it could bleed.

"What are you afraid of? I’ve seen everything I should and shouldn’t have," He Xing said as he turned away, his face reddening with an unnameable blush and his movements betraying an unmistakable air of urgency.

Fu Han hurriedly dressed while stealthily eyeing He Xing’s back. Alright, her heart was mortified, but she couldn’t control her own actions.

The muscles on He Xing’s back were as smooth as jade, carrying a warm, velvety quality. His shoulder blades were clearly defined, resembling angel wings hidden behind his back.

As a qualified and somewhat renowned photographer, Fu Han had a good eye for beauty.

But even with the most critical gaze, she couldn’t find a single flaw in He Xing’s physique. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, and lean back without an ounce of excess flesh could rightly be described as a work of art.

An evil thought crossed Fu Han’s mind - if He Xing could model for her, she could make him famous in one shot.

However, that thought was fleeting, as she suddenly remembered that He Xing’s online popularity was higher than the average celebrity’s; he had no need for more fame.

Once both were fully clothed, He Xing stood up to answer the door.

Standing outside was Fu Han’s assistant, Zhao Ting. She usually gave a symbolic knock on Fu Han’s office door and instantly entered after hearing "Come in."

But today, after knocking for quite some time without a response, Zhao Ting, who had arrived late for work and didn’t know He Xing was inside, thought something might have happened in the office, which prompted the increasingly louder knocks.

Eventually, it was Fu Han’s voice that made her pause and wait quietly outside.

At this moment, Zhao Ting was stunned to see He Xing open the door and finally understood why her coworkers had been looking at her with such interest.

Zhao Ting’s face turned thoroughly red. She glanced at He Xing’s stony expression and immediately realized that her timing couldn’t have been worse. She bravely greeted, "Good morning, Mr. He."

He Xing grunted in response and unexpectedly threw out, "Are you and Liang Tao currently dating?"

"I..." Zhao Ting, already frightened by He Xing, needed a moment to process his words before quickly nodding, "Yes... we are dating."

"Good." He Xing nodded again, a fleeting coldness in his eyes: "Then please inform Liang Tao that his rest day this weekend is canceled. He is to work overtime at the company."

"Huh?" Overwhelmed by shock, Zhao Ting forgot her fear, looking up at He Xing with confusion, suspecting she had misheard.

Unfortunately for her, He Xing had already turned his attention away from Zhao Ting and back to Fu Han, who now sat at her desk with a serene composure, as if nothing had happened.

He Xing coughed lightly with a fist before his mouth, "Ahem, Xiaohan, I’ll pick you up after work to go home."

Fu Han, who was merely feigning composure, nodded absent-mindedly, completely missing what He Xing said until his figure disappeared from her sight, which was when she finally snapped back to reality.

Zhao Ting, holding a thick stack of documents, edged closer and spoke quietly, "Ms. Fu, this is the contract for the second part of ’Yearning to Return.’ They need the signed copy back today. Would you like to review it?"

Contracts for film and television were quite extensive, and most people would consult a lawyer to check for any potential legal loopholes they might contain.

However, considering it was from the He Group, Fu Han felt it was entirely unnecessary to spend money on a lawyer to review it, as she believed He Xing would never harm her.

Fu Han opened the safe, took out the official seal, and signed and sealed the document in one go. Handing the document back to Zhao Ting, her face regained the usual calm of working hours, "Send the scanned copy to the He Group, and if they confirm there are no issues, then deliver the contract."

"Got it, Ms. Fu." Zhao Ting had turned to leave, but then stopped and turned back, uncertainly asking, "Mr. He, has there been a problem with Liang Tao’s work attitude recently?"

"Why do you ask?" Fu Han’s eyes were pinned on a newly opened email, her voice slightly lowered as she spoke, revealing a small portion of her delicate neck.

Zhao Ting, with a blush, mustered her courage, "Because Mr. He just mentioned that Liang Tao needs to work overtime this weekend, so I assume it’s due to unfinished work during the week."

The comment successfully rattled the composure Fu Han had worked hard to maintain. She hastily said, "No... that’s not it... I... even I’m not sure. Maybe... you should ask Liang Tao himself."

Of course, she knew this was just He Xing’s petty retaliation; he was upset Zhao Ting’s interruption had disrupted them, so he took it out on Liang Tao. But how could she admit that?