Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 51 - No need for you to worry about 051
Chapter 51: No need for you to worry about 051
Chapter 51: No need for you to worry about 051
“Let go.” Fu Han didn’t know where she found the strength, but she pulled the staff member from under Luo Qinghe’s iron grip, her face cold as she looked at him, “If this is how you seek justice for me, then let’s go back.”
For a moment, Luo Qinghe’s face changed, becoming very ugly, but he quickly controlled his emotions, no longer making any excessive moves.
However, the commotion they caused was too great; many people came to see what was happening. Leading them was a square-faced man wearing glasses. He furrowed his brows at the trio, “You dare make trouble in Jiangshan Gallery, get them, catch them all.”
“I have words for you, alone.” Luo Qinghe didn’t retreat but advanced instead, moving swiftly to the side of the man with glasses.
The two whispered something indiscernible to onlookers, and the complexion of the man with glasses changed dramatically. He sized up Luo Qinghe with his eyes, eventually leading him respectfully inside, leaving Su Cheng and Fu Han waiting there.
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He Xing drove his Maserati hastily back to Huating No.1, only to find, not unexpectedly, that Fu Han was not there. Initially, he thought she was deliberately not opening the door, until he ended up pounding on it until his hand swelled.
He made three phone calls to Fu Han and sent two text messages before finally finding out she had gone to Jiangshan Gallery.
He Xing then traveled to Jiangshan Gallery, his anxiety on full display.
When he saw Fu Han in the hall of Jiangshan Gallery, she was sitting on a sofa with Su Cheng, surrounded by a circle of bodyguards, as if they were guarding prisoners.
He Xing adjusted his tie and stood emotionlessly outside the circle: “Fu Han, come out.”
“How come you’re here?” Fu Han was so surprised that by the time she realized it, she was already obediently standing behind He Xing, just like three years ago.
Indeed, sometimes the body doesn’t follow the mind’s commands; habits are a powerful thing.
Su Cheng immediately followed suit, but was tragically stopped by the bodyguards: “Sorry, sir, Mr. He didn’t call you over.”
Fu Han looked at Su Cheng, then at the dozen or so bodyguards, and finally, her gaze settled on He Xing: “Did you send everyone your picture, or how else would they all recognize you?”
A crack appeared on He Xing’s icy facade as he glanced at Fu Han: “I don’t have time for such trivial matters. Come with me, I’ll handle your issues.”
“I’m coming too.” Su Cheng struggled to reach their side, but was ruthlessly blocked by the bodyguards.
Fu Han looked at He Xing; she pondered whether to ask for his help or not, but considering the principle of standing up for herself, she turned and said to Su Cheng: “Just wait here, we’ll be back soon.”
A person dressed in a suit appeared as if from nowhere, ready to lead the way, hunching his back in front: “Mr. He, please follow me, our boss is already waiting inside.”
He Xing gave a nearly imperceptible nod, and told Fu Han: “Follow closely, don’t get lost. If you do, I will not come looking for you.”
After three years, hearing He Xing’s domineering tone again, Fu Han couldn’t quite name her feelings: a mix of nostalgia, sadness, and inexplicable anger.
She sidestepped, widening the distance between them: “Since you deem me a bother, you can neglect my affairs.”
He Xing’s stride halted abruptly as he turned to look at Fu Han, a powerful oppressive air enveloping her: “What did you say?”
Fu Han swallowed hard, but still insisted bravely: “I said I don’t need your help; you don’t need to meddle in my affairs.”
As she spoke, the air around them dropped to a freezing point. The person ahead, leading the way, was so frightened that he didn’t dare to breathe, his eyes spinning as he watched the two of them.
He Xing extended a long arm towards Fu Han who, much as she might have wished otherwise, couldn’t escape being wrapped in his embrace.
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The distance between them narrowed, and He Xing’s unique scent swirled around Fu Han’s nostrils. However, she found it somewhat foreign due to the subtle addition of a tobacco scent that hadn’t been there three years before.
She pressed her hands against He Xing’s chest, striving to remain calm: “Keep your distance from me, we——”
Before she could finish, He Xing kissed Fu Han’s lips deeply.
It was an aggressive kiss, a siege, but fortunately, it was just that—a kiss. He Xing did not make any further advances like he did in the past.
When Fu Han finally emerged from that disorienting kiss, He Xing let her go.
She pushed He Xing away at once, frantically wiping her lips with her sleeve, her eyes misting with unshed tears as she looked at him, her heart full of grievance.
After a fleeting eye contact, He Xing looked away and said in a deep voice: “You are my fiancée; your issues are my issues.”
Without another glance at Fu Han, he took the lead and walked on ahead.
Fu Han stared at the empty corridor, the art pieces on the walls, the harsh overhead lighting, the dark gray tiles on the floor—her heart was in turmoil.
They were received by Zhao Qiansun, the principal organizer of the Rowing the Heavens photography exhibition. Upon seeing He Xing, Zhao showered him with flattery, bowing so low he nearly touched his chest.
He Xing, nonchalant, took his place on the sofa, crossing his legs as he said: “I’m sure you know why I’m here. Your selfish actions have compromised the fairness of the contest. Do you need me to tarnish the competition so you’ll learn to repent?”
Zhao Qiansun wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodding and bowing: “Mr. He, this is a great misunderstanding. Our contest has been held for many editions, always fairly and justly.”
Fu Han, observing Zhao from the side, saw a typical middle-aged man who was prematurely balding. To cover up the bald spot, he left his hair very long, which now lay in disarray because he had just wiped sweat from his brow.
Hanging belly barely contained by his suit, Zhao personified all of Fu Han’s pet peeves. She loathed middle-aged sleaze, and he was the epitome of it.
Though she didn’t know as much as He Xing did, even she, at this point, was no fool—she understood there was something fishy about her not getting into the finals. But who exactly had a score to settle with her?
He Xing pulled a document from his briefcase and tossed it onto the table, looking down at Zhao with arrogance: “Take a look at this first.”
Zhao respectfully picked up the document, scanning it quickly. After reading, his lips began to quiver: “He… Mr. He, is… is this an investment agreement? Are… are you suggesting that He Group’s invested film project should be carried out by us?”
“That’s right.” He Xing pointed casually towards Fu Han: “I’ve already decided on her as the Chief Photographer for my film. If she loses the Rowing the Heavens competition, tell me, how will that reflect on my movie?”
