Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 685 - 687: Actively Seeking Cooperation

Chapter 685: Chapter 687: Actively Seeking Cooperation

A flash of malice swept across Jiang Ling’s eyes, and her complexion noticeably darkened even more than before.

But the next moment, she put on a smiling face again. The reason was simple: her assistant tugged at the hem of her dress, successfully preventing her from losing her temper.

Having calmed down, Jiang Ling began to speak more sensibly, "Fu Han, there’s no reason our relationship has to be so strained. We could be working together. Just tell me, would you rather shoot me or Xia Ning?"

She paused, then added, "I’m not wrong, am I? You’re the Chief Photographer for the sequel."

Fu Han’s eyebrows twitched. She thought to herself that indeed there were few things in this world that could truly be called secrets. Just like this movie project—Liang Tao said it was highly confidential, yet Jiang Ling, who wasn’t even cast, knew she was the Chief Photographer. So much for keeping it a secret.

Jiang Ling continued, "Fu Han, if you could get me to replace Xia Ning’s role, I would definitely make it worth your while. I promise to cooperate completely and not cause any trouble for you."

Fu Han sighed deeply without replying, her mind racing with thoughts.

Truth be told, she was strongly opposed to Xia Ning landing the second female lead in the film without an audition or screen test, but considering the drama was produced by He Xing, she chose not to comment.

But if Xia Ning really was injured and needed time to recover, how could they make the entire crew wait for just one person? It was well known that the set was already being built and every day a hefty sum of money was going up in flames.

Fu Han had already reviewed the script for the sequel and even provided some feedback. She was well aware of the concept behind the character of the second female lead.

In all fairness, Jiang Ling’s appearance did indeed fit the role better than Xia Ning. Xia Ning was sweet but lacked the sensuality, whereas Jiang Ling was famous for her youthful face and ample figure, which clearly made her a better fit physically.

Under Jiang Ling’s intense gaze, Fu Han, unusually solemn, said, "If we have to recast, I’ll recommend you; but remember what you promised. If you get the part, you must not throw tantrums or disrupt the shooting."

"Definitely, certainly," said Jiang Ling, overjoyed and hastily agreeing.

Although Jiang Ling didn’t like Fu Han one bit, she had to admit that this development was like a pie falling from the sky for her. Besides, it was common knowledge how accommodating He Xing was to Fu Han. If it was something Fu Han wanted, He Xing never refused.

Now that Xia Ning was injured, recasting was inevitable. As long as Fu Han was willing to recommend her, the role would undoubtedly be hers.

Perhaps to demonstrate her willingness to cooperate, Jiang Ling was particularly receptive that day. Whatever Fu Han asked, she did accordingly, as docile as a student in kindergarten listening to the teacher.

The subsequent shooting went smoothly, and to Fu Han’s surprise, they even finished two hours ahead of schedule. She decided to visit the hospital.

She wasn’t there to see Xia Ning or to make fun of her—she was just worried about He Xing.

Fu Han didn’t inform He Xing of her visit to the hospital. She sent a message to Liang Tao in advance and, upon confirming their location, made her way there.

It was also through Liang Tao that she learned Xia Ning’s condition wasn’t as serious as the internet rumors suggested. Xia Ning had merely failed to hold on while swinging and fell face-down.

Because of that, Xia Ning’s face was covered with wounds that looked quite shocking, but they were all superficial. With some time to heal, she would be fine. The only question was whether there would be any scars on her face in the future.

The so-called rush to the Emergency Room was just to treat her facial wounds and apply some ointment. Within half an hour, Xia Ning was back in the Ward.

Xia Ning’s room was the same one Fu Han had stayed in before. She effortlessly arrived at the door of Xia Ning’s Ward; inside, Xia Ning was sitting on the bed playing with her phone, while He Xing was seated by the couch with a laptop in front of him, typing away with a portable keyboard on his lap.

As for Liang Tao, he was sitting in a single-person sofa, his laptop propped up on his knees, appearing to be working as well.

The scene in front of her seemed quite harmonious, with everyone minding their own business without disturbing the others—truly a picture of peaceful times.

For Fu Han, the scene was indeed harmonious; she had even imagined herslelf walking in on Xia Ning feigning weakness and seeking comfort in He Xing’s arms.

Fu Han’s expression softened considerably as she knocked on the door with her knuckles; the sound seemed exceptionally loud in the quiet ward.

The three people inside turned their six eyes toward Fu Han. Some were surprised, some angry, and others had eyes sparkling with excitement.

Fu Han was calm; she didn’t even glance at Xia Ning but gently said to He Xing, "Are you hungry? I brought some afternoon tea, let’s eat together."

The moment He Xing saw Fu Han, he stood up and walked toward her, naturally reaching to take the items from her hand. Then, with his free hand, he affectionately tousled Fu Han’s hair, smiling indulgently, "You don’t have to buy afternoon tea. Next time, just have Liang Tao do it."

Fu Han rubbed her head against He Xing’s palm, smiling especially sweetly, "I just happened to be passing by. Besides, Liang Tao is busy with work every day; it’s nice to have something ready-made occasionally."

"Miss Fu is right, she is truly considerate of us staff," praised Liang Tao, his flattery shining bright. "We are so fortunate to have a boss like her."

His words successfully drew a laugh from He Xing, who turned to Liang Tao, "For this weekend’s company outing, why don’t you bring Zhao Ting along?"

Liang Tao’s eyes widened in surprise, taking a few seconds to process what He Xing had said. Realizing the offer, he chuckled, expressing his gratitude to Fu Han, "Miss Fu, thank you for giving me and Zhao Ting the opportunity to travel on the company’s dime."

Though He Xing was the one he should have thanked, Liang Tao deliberately expressed his gratitude to Fu Han, proving his adeptness at reading the room. He Xing wasn’t annoyed by this but seemed even more delighted.

Fu Han, feeling a mixture of sweetness and shy embarrassment, glared at Liang Tao and quickly changed the subject, "Now I understand how you managed to win over Zhao Ting. You’re quite the talker."

Liang Tao chuckled and hurried over to unpack the afternoon tea with enthusiastic zeal, treating Fu Han as if she were his lifesaver.

In the same ward, the three people on the sofa were getting along splendidly, chattering and laughing in a lively atmosphere, but Xia Ning on the bed was turning ashen, almost cracking her teeth in suppressed rage, her eyes nearly spitting fire.