Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 682 - 684: Making Me Lose Face

Chapter 682: Chapter 684: Making Me Lose Face

She left her half-finished breakfast and, pointing at He Xing’s lips, asked, "He Xing, did you put on lipstick this morning?"

He Xing was dealing with an email, and Xia Ning’s words were not enough to make him look away. Without even blinking, he said, "No, I never wear makeup."

A strange feeling rose in Xia Ning’s heart. She pointed at the corner of He Xing’s mouth and said, "But there’s clearly lipstick on your lips. If you don’t believe me, take a look for yourself."

He Xing casually took a tissue and wiped his lips, and indeed, there was a red lipstick stain on the pale tissue. He thought for a moment and then laughed, "This is Fu Han’s lipstick; it must have transferred onto my lips."

Anyone with a functioning brain could understand what that meant, and Xia Ning was no exception. In fact, she had already guessed what was going on before she had even asked the second question.

But that’s just how people are, always needing to hit the south wall; not turning back until they hit it, and even then, many still won’t turn back after the collision.

Xia Ning’s face froze with a rigid smile, like a movie paused at the brightest moment of her laughter, making her smile look like a joke.

He Xing’s gaze lightly swept over Xia Ning, as if he hadn’t seen her stiff expression. He remained calm as he continued to work, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard.

Next to him, Xia Ning opened her mouth as if to say something but ultimately swallowed her words. She feared that speaking up might only bring more sorrowful news.

Sometimes playing the ostrich isn’t so bad; if you bury your head in the sand, you can pretend danger hasn’t arrived.

She picked up her chopsticks again and started eating breakfast. She had sent He Xing many messages and made numerous phone calls the day before until he finally agreed to bring her breakfast.

Though she initially thought the breakfast was delicious, now it tasted like wax to her, and she couldn’t eat another bite.

Eventually, she sat silently on the long sofa opposite He Xing, holding her breakfast. She wasn’t actually eating, but was using it as an excuse to brazenly observe him.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when a knock on the door sounded.

Liang Tao stood at the door, extremely respectful, and said, "Mr. He, the medical examination has been arranged. We can take Lady Xia Ning for her examination now."

"Okay," He Xing finally took his eyes off the computer and calmly looked at Xia Ning, "Would you mind if Liang Tao accompanies you to the examination?"

It was only in such circumstances that He Xing would adopt a consultative tone with Xia Ning because he had personally promised to accompany her to the examination.

’Give up while ahead’ and ’retreat tactfully’ were not phrases found in Xia Ning’s dictionary; she only knew how to add fuel to the fire.

Tears quickly gathered in Xia Ning’s eyes as she looked at He Xing with them brimming, "But, He Xing, I’m scared; I dare not lie there alone in the examination room."

He Xing sighed and closed his laptop, with a touch of helplessness he said, "Fine, I’ll accompany you to the examination. Happy now?"

Xia Ning immediately cheered up, the tears in her eyes vanished without a trace, nowhere was the pitiful look from before.

Unlike the day Xia Ning had been brought in for a rushed suicide attempt, today’s examination for Xia Ning was performed by experts invited by He Xing. After the examination, they would hold a small meeting to discuss her condition.

In reality, He Xing’s idea of accompanying Xia Ning was simply waiting for her in the hallway outside one examination room after another because he was not allowed to go inside.

He Xing was usually very busy during workdays, but he couldn’t work today and felt that handling work on his phone was too slow. He simply chatted with Fu Han instead.

"You made me lose face today," He Xing messaged Fu Han, then sent a photo of the tissue with lipstick. "Look, your lipstick ended up on my lips."

Fu Han replied quickly, "The nerve of you, trying to shift the blame. Take a look at my neck," she retorted.

Along with this message came a picture: a delicate jawline, cute ears, a pale neck, and a conspicuous strawberry mark on it.

This was He Xing’s handiwork; he knew it when he was leaving that mark.

His smile grew wider, and in a great mood, he sent a message back, "Did you find this yourself, or was it Zhao Ting?"

"Of course, it was Zhao Ting." Through the screen, He Xing could almost feel Fu Han’s anger. Her second message followed swiftly, "Do you have any idea how embarrassed I am? I’m telling you, if you do this again, I’ll definitely get back at you."

He Xing couldn’t help but laugh out loud as he typed one letter at a time, "Sure, I’d welcome you giving me strawberry marks; the more, the better."

This statement vanished without a trace, eliciting no response.

A vivid scene from that morning appeared in He Xing’s mind; Fu Han’s skin was smoother than the finest silk, a touch that felt better than anything else he had ever felt.

After a moment’s thought, he sent another message, "Alright, Xiaohan, if you don’t like it, I won’t leave any strawberry marks next time. I believe I’ve achieved my goal this time."

He Xing’s goal was clear: it was to assert his dominance. It wasn’t just Zhao Ting who would notice the strawberry mark on Fu Han’s neck; others would too, and naturally, people would assume it was from He Xing, leading to speculation about what they had been doing behind closed doors in the office.

This would ensure that in the future, when He Xing went to see Fu Han, he believed that even if the staff had the audacity, they would not dare to interrupt like Zhao Ting did that day.

And—He Xing glanced sideways at Liang Tao—his assistant was first-rate at reading the room. He Xing had made his purpose clear again today, and Liang Tao certainly understood his objective.

The more He Xing thought about it, the better his mood became. Pleased with himself, he found Xia Ning much more pleasant to look at than before.

Taking advantage of He Xing’s good mood, Xia Ning seized the opportunity to invite him to lunch.

Considering the examination results would be out in the afternoon and not wanting to shuttle back and forth, He Xing accepted Xia Ning’s invitation to have lunch together.

However, in order not to give Fu Han the wrong idea, he not only asked Liang Tao to join them for lunch but also reported the arrangement to Fu Han in advance.

Originally, He Xing had wanted to have lunch with Fu Han, but during their chat earlier, she had already mentioned having guests and needing to dine with them. Their conversation had also been cut short because of the arrival of these guests.

This meal was the most relaxed one He Xing had had for a while, with his good spirits translating into a hearty appetite. Liang Tao also enjoyed the meal—as a young man, although Xia Ning’s murderous looks made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, his thick skin allowed him to eat happily nonetheless.