Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 687 - 689: Please Help If You Can

Chapter 687: Chapter 689: Please Help If You Can

Seeing her like this, Fu Han couldn’t hide her delight. She smiled maliciously and said, "Xia Ning, let me remind you, don’t cry before the wound on your face is healed. Not only will it hurt, but it will also irritate your wound and make it very difficult to heal."

At that point, Fu Han leaned on He Xing’s shoulder and added nonchalantly, "Xia Ning, think about it, do you want to take the risk of ruining your face to play the second female lead, or do you want to take good care of your beautiful face?"

Xia Ning looked at Fu Han, grinding her teeth in hatred. Yet, she couldn’t do anything because even she couldn’t deny the truth in Fu Han’s words.

However, this was just the beginning. What Fu Han said next infuriated Xia Ning even more; she casually brought up Jiang Ling, and He Xing, without a second thought, agreed to let Jiang Ling replace Xia Ning’s role.

Xia Ning was so angry she trembled all over and eventually moved away from the sofa to sit back on the hospital bed, fuming.

On the contrary, Fu Han was constantly snuggled up to He Xing, and since her arrival, He Xing had stopped working and found a movie to watch, holding Fu Han close.

Xia Ning kept hoping in her mind for Fu Han to leave quickly, but she kept hearing Fu Han’s laughter and chatter, which nearly made her eyes pop out of their sockets in anger.

In contrast, also witnessing the public display of affection, Liang Tao was much calmer. He sat on a single seater, fingers tapping away on a keyboard with a serious look, appearing to be quite focused on his work, but in fact, he was chatting with Zhao Ting.

When night fell, Fu Han’s phone rang. It was Fu Xingbo, saying that he was about to arrive at the entrance of the hospital and asked Fu Han to go down.

Bai Wei was going to try on clothes today, the dress for her engagement ceremony; normally, one would try on clothes during the day, but considering Bai Wei’s superstar status, the Bridal Shop thought that if she were to try on clothes during the day, it might attract a crowd of onlookers.

Inside the car, there was only Fu Xingbo. Fu Han was surprised why Bai Qian and Bai Wei didn’t come together. Fu Xingbo said he had already sent them to the Bridal Shop beforehand, and now he had come specifically to pick up Fu Han.

The evening street lights had already lit up, casting a dim glow that made the entire city as bright as daylight. Huge advertisements on electronic billboards atop skyscrapers played in sequence.

The city turned into a city that never sleeps, its nightlife even more bustling than its daytime.

On both sides of the road, many young men and women had shed their bulky winter coats for refreshing spring attire, radiating vitality.

At a red light intersection, Fu Xingbo turned his head to Fu Han and asked, "Xiaohan, I heard that Huangpu Group is having problems, is it true?"

Fu Han didn’t understand why her uncle asked this, but she nodded obediently, "Yes, indeed, there are problems. Su Cheng’s father might go to jail, and now all of Huangpu Group is relying on Su Cheng to keep it going."

"So..." Fu Xingbo hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly, "Do you know how we can help Su Cheng?"

Fu Han’s eyes lit up instantly. She looked at Fu Xingbo excitedly and asked, "Uncle, can you really help Su Cheng? If you can help him, I thank you on his behalf."

"Silly girl, what are you thanking for?" Fu Xingbo gently stroked Fu Han’s hair with one hand and started the car slowly, his smile was especially tender, "If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t help Su Cheng. So, it should be Su Cheng who thanks you."

Fu Han’s eyes grew moist, and she sniffled as she looked deeply at Fu Xingbo. Tears began to gather in her eyes, and not daring to let her uncle see, she awkwardly turned to look out the window.

Unfortunately, she didn’t know that Fu Xingbo could still see her shaking shoulders, but he didn’t say anything or point out Fu Han’s discomfiture. He just pretended he hadn’t seen anything and gave Fu Han all the face she needed.

After several intersections, Fu Han finally regained her composure. She turned back to Fu Xingbo, curiosity in her gaze as she asked, "Uncle, how do you plan to help Su Cheng?"

Fu Xingbo smiled helplessly and said, "I don’t know either, so I came to discuss it with you. Actually, I went to see Su Cheng today, but he refused my help, saying he could handle it himself."

"Really?" Despite being prepared for bad news, Fu Han’s expression didn’t relax in the slightest; instead, it grew more solemn. She said, worried, "But I heard that Huangpu Group is getting worse, and many of their stores have closed down."

"Two hundred stores have closed in two months." Fu Xingbo adjusted his glasses, and in his gentle and refined manner, said, "Today, two of the subsidiaries have declared bankruptcy."

"What?" Even with her mental preparation, Fu Han was still shocked. She stared at Fu Xingbo wide-eyed, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Under the bright lights, Fu Xingbo’s face alternated between yellow, red, green, and sometimes even multicolored, but his eyes remained unchanged, always the purest and brightest black.

Fu Han clearly saw pity in her uncle’s eyes, and her heart began to sink even further.

Huangpu Group’s troubles began last year, and Fu Han had asked Su Cheng about it several times, but every time Su Cheng would lightly skim over it. His calm always gave Fu Han the illusion that nothing had really happened.

Because of this illusion, even though Fu Han had heard some things about Huangpu Group, she didn’t take it to heart because it was all hearsay. She chose to trust Su Cheng—if he said he could handle it, she believed he could.

The Bridal Shop was now just ahead. Fu Xingbo found a parking spot close by. He didn’t get out of the car but instead turned to Fu Han and asked with a very serious look, "Do you want me to help Su Cheng?"

Fu Han’s expression turned solemn again. She knew her uncle was asking a crucial question. After some thought, she responded seriously, "Yes, uncle. I hope someone can help Su Cheng because he has helped me a lot. If you can help him without affecting your own business, please do help him."

"Alright, then join me tomorrow morning to visit Huangpu Group. This matter might still require your intervention," Fu Xingbo responded indifferently, his expression unchanged as if what he’d said was the most ordinary thing.

Fu Han coughed awkwardly, her cheeks flushing uncontrollably—a fortunate thing that the dim light concealed her blush. She replied with as calm a voice as she could muster, "Alright, uncle, I understand."

"Good, let’s go try on the dress," said Fu Xingbo as he fondly stroked Fu Han’s hair once more, smiling indulgently.