Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 686 - 688: Leave Together

Chapter 686: Chapter 688: Leave Together

To be precise, ever since she laid eyes on Fu Han, she had been wearing an expression that wished she could just chase Fu Han out with a broom. Clenching her teeth, she glared at Fu Han, "Fu Han, this is my ward. Who let you in? Please leave immediately, I don’t want to see you. If you don’t leave, I’ll have the nurse drive you out."

Fu Han had anticipated Xia Ning’s reaction and was prepared. Without saying much, she simply looked at He Xing with innocent eyes, making it clear she wanted to know what He Xing would say.

He Xing’s face was ugly to behold. With an outstretched arm, he had already pulled Fu Han into his embrace and coldly looked at Xia Ning, "You want Xiaohan to leave? She came to find me, not you. We’ll leave together."

As if that weren’t enough, there was Liang Tao, a busybody who seemed to relish stirring the pot, eagerly packing up things, "President He, why don’t we go out for an afternoon tea?"

The feeling in Xia Ning’s heart was like a fireball ready to explode. Clenching her teeth in anger, she had originally just wanted to drive Fu Han out but hadn’t expected that instead of managing that, she had now also antagonized He Xing.

Of course, she couldn’t let He Xing go. Her facial injury was related to him, and it was by leveraging that incident that she had kept him here until now, intending to have him accompany her for dinner.

Xia Ning immediately abandoned her hatred for Fu Han, saying urgently, "He Xing brother, don’t go. I didn’t mean that. Fu Han... I’m really thankful that Fu Han came to visit me."

Her words sounded gracious, but anyone with eyes or ears could tell she was speaking out of anger, clearly wishing Fu Han would disappear on the spot.

He Xing didn’t immediately agree with Xia Ning. He lowered his head to look at Fu Han and asked softly, "What do you think? Should we go out to eat, or what?"

Fu Han had her reasons for coming today, and she slowly shook her head with a smile, "Since Xia Ning welcomes me so much, I will begrudgingly stay here for the meal."

"Lady Fu really is magnanimous," Liang Tao couldn’t stop himself from taking advantage of any opportunity to curry favor. Today, he was determined to brown-nose to the fullest, "Despite Lady Xia Ning’s harsh words, Lady Fu isn’t even upset."

"Thanks for the compliment, Liang Tao. Make sure you have your fill," replied Fu Han contentedly, thinking to herself that this guy had finally wise up today, wondering who had enlightened him.

Meanwhile, He Xing, who was standing by and had been holding back a laugh, knew that he was the one who had "opened Liang Tao’s meridians."

Of course, He Xing’s intention in doing so wasn’t for no reason; it was because he wanted Liang Tao to properly educate Zhao Ting, so that she would stop appearing where she shouldn’t in the future.

If Fu Han were aware of this, her current mood would not be one of pure happiness, but also one of speechless frustration at He Xing’s "immaturity."

Sitting close together with He Xing, Fu Han looked up at Xia Ning, who was right in front of her, greeted her with a smile as if nothing had happened, "Xia Ning, when I bought the afternoon tea, I also picked up a fresh-pressed juice for you. Do you want it?"

Ordinarily, most people would say "specially," but Fu Han deliberately chose to say "incidentally"; she truly felt bothering to bring Xia Ning a juice for the rest of her life was already quite generous.

Furthermore, her only reason for buying the juice was because she thought it would please He Xing, nothing else.

As expected, He Xing immediately touched Fu Han’s head with both affection and concern.

On the other side, Xia Ning was shaking with anger but no longer dared to argue with Fu Han, reluctantly moving over.

The afternoon tea indeed tasted exquisite, and since it was bought by Fu Han, He Xing ate a lot; Liang Tao was even more unequivocal, ceaselessly praising how delicious it was.

Xia Ning didn’t touch a bite, her face expressionless, obviously in a bad mood.

Because she had to strictly maintain her figure for fear of gaining weight, she rarely indulged in sweets, which she loved; moreover, these sweets were bought by Fu Han, which made her even less inclined to eat them.

Fu Han hadn’t eaten much during a business lunch with a client at noon; she seldom had afternoon tea, as it was usually given to the staff; today, however, she was enjoying it a great deal. Firstly because she was indeed hungry, and secondly, Xia Ning’s displeasure made her even happier, naturally increasing her appetite.

She and He Xing chatted and laughed, eating happily. Near the end, she looked at Xia Ning with a smile, and seemingly offhandedly remarked, "Xia Ning, your face is injured. Does that mean you can’t shoot the movie?"

Honestly, if Xia Ning had been seriously injured, Fu Han wouldn’t have been able to utter such words, but now Xia Ning’s wounds looked severe but weren’t serious; they would heal after some rest.

Xia Ning had regularly sought to make Fu Han’s life miserable when she was injured in the past, and Fu Han always believed that revenge, even if delayed for ten years, was still satisfying; now was her time for retribution.

She wouldn’t truly do anything to harm Xia Ning, but there’s no harm in squeezing in a few pointed remarks.

Xia Ning’s already colorful face, due to the compounds from the dye shop, turned even more spectacular as she looked at He Xing with her eyes wide and a pleading expression, "He Xing brother, what should I do?"

Given Xia Ning’s abilities, she actually couldn’t have landed this role, but He Xing offered it to her entirely for personal reasons; she had been hoping to rocket to fame this time, to surpass Bai Wei’s status.

He Xing’s expression also became solemn. He held the teacup with two fingers, sipping slowly, not speaking.

Fu Han looked at He Xing with a premeditated caring gaze, saying with genuine sincerity, "Brother He Xing, as a photographer, I know all too well how complicated and costly shooting for a crew can be. Delaying even for a day can mean flushing millions down the drain, so I resolutely oppose delaying the entire crew’s shooting schedule for Xia Ning’s sake."

"I don’t want that..." Xia Ning immediately grasped Fu Han’s implication. Her tears—ready at a moment’s notice—welled up as she looked up at He Xing with pitiful eyes, "Brother He Xing, the doctor said it will get better in a while, please don’t replace me."

"A few days?" Fu Han shrugged with a nonchalant smile, "Of course that’s an option. But Xia Ning, your facial injuries might heal in a few days, but the scars will take longer to fade. If you start filming before the scars are gone, you’ll definitely need to use a lot of makeup to cover them. You know the risks of makeup, right? If you use too much now, the scars that could have faded will become permanent, staying with you for life."

Xia Ning was taken aback, unable to articulate a response, her eyes still brimming with tears, but the tears stopped short, not falling.

She wasn’t sure if what Fu Han said was true, but at least it sounded plausible.