Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 23: 023 just mistakenly created the wrong character setting. Chapter 23: 023 just mistakenly created the wrong character setting. Wealthy socialites and ladies can ridicule others’ backgrounds on a regular basis, but there’s not much to criticize when it comes to physically supporting poverty alleviation and volunteering.

Many present had updated their perception of Fu Han to some extent; now they didn’t see her as the insecure and eccentric person she used to be. Indeed, she seemed daring and decisive, with clear love and hate…

“Anyone can do that kind of thing!” Xia Ning caught a hint of discord and began to speak recklessly into the microphone.

Xia Cheng thought to himself, ‘This is bad,’ seeing that many disapproving gazes were cast their way. Meanwhile, Fu Han, with a graceful smile, calmly said into the microphone, “Regarding the goals Miss Xia has mentioned, I will achieve each and every one of them. It may take ten or twenty years, or even my whole life, but I will accomplish them.”

Everyone’s heart skipped a beat, and at that moment, applause broke out, and instinctively, everyone joined in.

In just an instant, the venue, originally hosted by the Xia Family and meant to bring them both fame and fortune, became the stage for Fu Han alone!

No matter how discontent the Xia Family members were, they hurriedly pulled Xia Ning away.

And Fu Han’s gaze settled on He Xing.

In the sea of people, the tall figure of He Xing stood out. Only she knew that He Xing was the first to applaud, initiating the response from others.

Upon returning to her seat and ignoring the greetings of the wealthy around her, she was about to speak when He Xing grabbed her hand and led her outside.

“Where to?” She didn’t think much and instinctively followed his steps.

“To get some air,” He Xing’s voice carried a hint of complexity.

For example, was leaving her to go to those impoverished areas really that interesting.

The door was opened, and the two left.

The other wealthy socialites decisively followed suit.

The Xia Family members were too slow to stop them; in a blink, the vast venue was empty. Xia Ning and Xia Cheng, the siblings, appeared somewhat awkward.

Xia Cheng’s father, who had been standing backstage, now stepped forward with an impassive face and an icy tone, “Ah Ning, what did I tell you before? Today you actually ruined our plan.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I just couldn’t hold back…” Xia Ning said, her voice choking with sobs.

If Xia Cheng had any blame for his sister before, now there was only sympathy.

He couldn’t help but step in front of Xia Ning, “Dad, Ah Ning didn’t do it on purpose. If it wasn’t for that guy Fu Han coming back, Ah Ning wouldn’t be so upset. After all, she’s known He Xing the longest.”

Xia Cheng didn’t regard Fu Han’s sudden fiancée highly, neither her status nor her educational and professional capabilities; she was no match for his sister, Xia Ning.

“Silence!” Their father’s voice boomed like thunder, his tone unkind, “If you can’t win, how can you call yourself a daughter of my family! You botched the Charity Gala today, causing the Xia Family’s credibility and oversight to be questioned.”

“Xia Ning, know your place, use your advantages, and get the He Family to settle this matter, or else…”

Leaving behind that warning, their father turned and walked away.

Only then did Xia Ning begin to cry, and Xia Cheng stepped forward to hold her and reassure her, insisting it was alright and that he would solve everything.

“Brother, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I couldn’t win He Xing’s heart…”

At this moment, Xia Ning, who should have been weeping, bit her lip and a shadow crossed her eyes; Fu Han, you’re truly a thorn in my side.

No sooner had they left than Fu Han was taken by He Xing to a car.

He pressed the accelerator hard and the car sped up quickly, causing Fu Han to instinctively grab onto something to prevent from being thrown out.

Seeing the speedometer near 200, she shouted, “He Xing, if you want to die, go alone. Don’t drag me into it!”

“Does doing those things really matter that much to you?” He Xing’s expression was cool, his voice betraying no real emotion.

But this question seemed to hit Fu Han’s funny bone, and a genuine smile spread across her face, “Yes.”

“Our chit-chat time is over, remember your promise to me from before? You accompanied me to the Charity Gala, now you agree to let me move out.”

“I haven’t forgotten.”

He said that, but then he suddenly took a sharp turn, and Fu Han, caught off guard, fell into He Xing’s arms.

She tried to sit up but was held fast by He Xing with his free hand.

When she attempted to move, he warned, “Move again, and I can’t guarantee what might happen next.”

Fine, it seems He Xing has upped his game.

Fu Han had no choice but to comply.

Waiting for the car to stop, she exited hastily, only to find out that they were at a villa.

He Xing casually tossed the car keys to a servant and pulled Fu Han inside.

The butler and servants all bowed respectfully to them, greeting, “Sir, Lady, good.”

“I am Fu Han.” Fu Han repeated, seeming to smile harmlessly, which almost caused several servants and nannies to slip up.

The overpowering pressure emanating from He Xing nearby, they struggled to control their lips, barely managing not to jeopardize their salaries.

“The lady will live here from now on.” Having said that, He Xing pulled Fu Han upstairs.

Entering the room, he closed the door behind them – Fu Han hadn’t even got a clear look before she was pushed onto the bed by He Xing.

His actions were sudden and caught Fu Han off guard.

She tried to get up, but He Xing was already there, restraining her waist with one hand and lifting her chin to kiss her.

The man left marks on her without restraint.

The valuable gown was torn off with a rip and casually removed by He Xing, pressing Fu Han into the pure black silk covers. He Xing maliciously bit her lip, spreading a rust-like taste between their lips and teeth.

The buttons were easily undone, and Fu Han’s attempt at resistance was quickly subdued by He Xing. He easily parted her legs with his own.

The disparity between their physical strength was overwhelming, and Fu Han found herself quickly drained of energy, despite the years she had spent carrying heavy cameras and running around.

She decided to let things take their course.

Perhaps it was this shift in mindset, her lack of active cooperation made He Xing feel as if he was taking on the role of a sex worker.

He paused, his gaze darkening as it swept over the plum blossom marks on her pale neck. His low voice was laced with a hint of sexiness, “Aren’t you afraid of what I might do to you?”

“What do I have to be afraid of.” Fu Han slowly sat up.

Without any sense of the embarrassment she should feel for having been seen naked by him, she began rebuttoning her clothes while speaking, “Having the esteemed CEO of the He Family at my service—I should be happy.”

Her smile beamed brilliantly, but the more she smiled, the more apparent it became that there was no emotion behind it.

Perhaps, she had long put aside all of her past…

“I don’t believe you can let go,” He Xing lifted her chin with one hand.

Fu Han, without fear, replied, “CEO He, whatever you want me to say, I’ll say.”

He Xing stared at her for a moment, then suddenly sneered, “We’ll see about that.”

After dropping that line, the man slammed the door and left.

Fu Han looked in the direction of the door, scoffing with sarcasm, “Fine, we’ll just see.”