Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 19: Do you love a woman who does not love you? Chapter 19: Do you love a woman who does not love you? “After the delivery, why haven’t you left yet?” Fu Han spoke bluntly, even glancing at the clock, “Well, if you wait another half an hour, you can have dinner here.”

If Xia Ning could tolerate that, she wouldn’t be Xia Ning!

Immediately, she stood up with a stern face, “Don’t push your luck! This place is not your home.”

Fu Han looked at her with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, that overconfident demeanor suddenly made Xia Ning realize something: this place wasn’t her home either.

“Enough, it was all a misunderstanding.”

The elderly Mr. He placed the invitation in Fu Han’s hand, not waiting for her refusal, he took the initiative to say, “I am getting old, and I don’t want to move around much at night.”

“Grandfather, a place like the Xia Family’s Charity Gala isn’t fitting for me,” Fu Han said. It was probably the kind of place where those eager for fame would scramble to show off first.

Fu Han was clear about her status, and she had no interest in clinging to the Fu Family’s name to remain in upper-class society.

Just what Xia Ning wanted to hear!

A hint of a smile spread across Xia Ning’s brow as she provocatively stared at Fu Han, “No way, after a few years away, you’ve become so timid as to duck this situation? Right, you wouldn’t even qualify for the attire to attend such a place, let alone a male companion…”

Sabotaging Fu Han was just an offhand action for her.

Xia Ning was always picking on what used to matter most to Fu Han, but this time she was destined to be disappointed.

Fu Han simply curled her lips into a smile, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, “What you mean is, your family’s Charity Gala focuses more on how the guests dress than the actual cause? Putting the cart before the horse?”

She casually waved her phone in her hand, which happened to contain a recording of Xia Ning’s earlier mockery. Once released, it would certainly disrupt the arrangements for tonight’s event at the Xia Family.

Instantly, Xia Ning’s expression changed, “Give it back to me!”

“No! It depends on how you perform this time,” Fu Han said nonchalantly, tossing the phone in her hand from time to time.

Seeing the behavior of the two, the elderly Mr. He felt a headache coming on and intervened, “Xiaohan.”

“I know, grandfather. Don’t worry, I’m just teasing her for fun,” Fu Han said warmly, her face bright with a cheerful smile, which made Xia Ning fume inwardly.

Fu Han had indeed changed.

She had become smarter and knew how to hit Xia Ning’s weak spots!

Xia Ning wanted a swift resolution, “Regarding the gala, I will be waiting with my brother and the others for the He Family to arrive on time.”

“I hope by then, it won’t be a certain someone showing up alone, losing face for the He Family…” Xia Ning said somberly.

Her words hinted at another trap, didn’t they?

Fu Han was about to raise an eyebrow when a familiar male voice rang out at that moment, “It’s okay, I will accompany her.”

He Xing appeared as though he had just dealt with something, his expression indifferent.

“There’s no need…” Fu Han was about to refuse when He Xing cut her off, “The brand will send clothes over, get ready.”

The next moment, he took a call and strode upstairs.

“Grandfather, I have something to say to him,” said Fu Han, no longer caring that Xia Ning was present. With the elderly Mr. He’s permission, she quickly followed He Xing’s steps.

“How can this be? He Xing should be accompanying me tonight at the Charity Gala hosted by the Xia Family.”

As the youngest daughter of the Xia Family, a male companion was incredibly important, yet He Xing had chosen Fu Han over her!

Just as Xia Ning was about to leave, the elderly Mr. He’s voice came from behind her, “Give it up.”

“Grandfather, what are you talking about…” Xia Ning’s delicate face clouded over with a touch of gloom, as she tried to maintain her composure with her eyes shimmering, making her look pitiful.

Mr. He hesitated, not wanting to hurt the girl who had lost her mother at a young age and whom he had looked after, he said gently, “He Xing has his own considerations.”

“I know,” said Xia Ning, bowing her head and walking towards the exit, changing her direction from heading upstairs.

Seeing her figure, Mr. He felt compassion but still called a maid to give Xia Ning a jade pendant from his collection.

Xia Ning sat in the car, holding the jade pendant the maid gave her.

Under the moonlight, the jade was clear and green, and she shed her earlier despondent demeanor, asking the maid with indifference about Mr. He’s reaction.

The maid spoke up, and upon hearing her, Xia Ning let out a snort of cold laughter, “What’s the use of sympathy?”

In the end, Mr. He didn’t value her above Fu Han; he only looked after her out of gratitude for her mother’s life-saving favor to He Xing.

“You go back and keep watching,” Xia Ning said, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Yes,” the maid nodded and turned back.

Meanwhile, upstairs.

Fu Han caught up with He Xing and handed him the invitation, “Since you’re back, I won’t go.”

She turned to leave but was immediately pinned against the wall by the man. He Xing’s warm breath sprayed onto her delicate neck.

His voice was husky, as if filled with some danger, “Let’s go together later.”

“No,” Fu Han tried to break free, only to be trapped closer by the man’s legs.

He Xing’s ardent kisses fell on her neck. Fu Han took a deep breath, mustered her spirit, and said coldly, “Are you sure you want to force yourself on a woman who doesn’t love you right now?”

Fu Han’s ears turned red, one hand supporting the wall as she lifted her head to look at He Xing, “It’s normal.”

Her eyes were icy, but the blush at the corners could not hide their luster.

He Xing stared at her intensely, his hand gripping her jaw, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“If you want to move out of the He Family, you must attend the Charity Gala tonight.”

“Oh, that’s quite a stance.”

Fu Han smiled slightly, “The Xia Family, truly more important than your life.”

For the Xia Family’s Charity Gala, He Xing was even willing to have her move out of the He Family. She had spent some time on the way back thinking about how to explain herself to the elderly Mr. He.

He Xing’s expression was unreadable; he simply bent down to kiss her.

That ardent desire to consume her completely melded into the kiss. “It’s not the Xia Family, it’s Du Wanting.”

His deep voice carried a trace of complexity.

He left those words behind and walked away.

Once Fu Han confirmed he was gone, she leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, “What’s with this guy…”

Just yesterday, he acted as though if she dared to flee, he would hunt her down across the world. Now his tune had changed. Could it be Du Wanting was his new flame over the past few years…

Fu Han smirked to herself. As soon as she returned to her room, people from the brand had already delivered the clothes, and even a designer from the styling studio was there with an innocent smile, offering her service.

With a feast of clothes, accessories, and makeup before her, Fu Han wanted to flee, but the gentle butler decisively closed the door.

“Miss Fu, good luck.”