Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 53 - 0 unfamiliar

Chapter 53: 053 unfamiliar

Chapter 53: 053 unfamiliar

Fu Han had known that she had passed the preliminary round, but she didn’t want to explain what had happened after she left with He Xing, so she feigned surprise and said, “Really? That’s great, thank you for your help.”

“No need to thank me, it’s not a big deal.” Luo Qinghe said indifferently, “This world is too dirty, someone has to uphold justice.”

Su Cheng wanted to speak but caught Fu Han gesturing to him out of the corner of his eye, and ultimately, he bit back his words and said nothing.

…

Qinghe Bar

Even at night, this bar was not crowded, with only a handful of customers inside either drinking or chatting.

The music was soothing, lacking the agitation common in other bars. This place was better described as a cafe, a cafe nestled inside a bomb shelter.

Su Cheng stared at the drink before him and gave it a swirl. The pale blue liquid gleamed like a gemstone under the dim light, so beautiful it seemed a shame to drink it.

Next to him, Luo Qinghe had already downed two small glasses of vodka. He put down his glass and looked at Su Cheng, “You’ve always been the good boy, hardly ever drinking, never frequenting entertainment venues. What brings you here today?”

Su Cheng sighed imperceptibly, tilted his head, and gulped down his cocktail in one swift motion, coughing violently from the speed, his eyes reddening.

Luo Qinghe snapped his fingers, and immediately a waiter brought over a glass of fresh orange juice.

“I don’t want it.” Su Cheng pushed away the glass, his baby face puffed up with anger, “I am twenty-six years old, stop treating me like a child.”

“Alright, alright, you’re not a child,” Luo Qinghe said with a hint of humor on his face, pretending to be serious, “Then let me ask you an adult question, what’s going on between you and Nan Qing? When are you getting engaged?”

“If you bring this up again, I’m done with you,” Su Cheng shot up, speaking with conviction, “The person I like is Fu Han. I’ve said it many times, I only like Fu Han.”

“For your own good, I advise you to stop liking her,” Luo Qinghe’s face took on a rare serious expression, “I see He Xing is set on getting her, and you’re no match for him.”

“I’m not afraid,” Su Cheng’s face flushed with a mix of anger and confidence, “He Xing hurt her deeply before, all she wants is to annul their engagement. As long as I’m good to her, she will definitely see it.”

“Annul the engagement?” Luo Qinghe muttered to himself, noticing Su Cheng’s probing gaze, he patted Su Cheng’s shoulder, “If that’s the case, then keep up the effort, but just don’t have too high hopes, do what you can and leave the rest to fate.”

Su Cheng selectively ignored the part he didn’t want to hear and joyfully interpreted Luo Qinghe’s words as full encouragement.

He looked around and asked with a smile, “Brother Qinghe, how many things have you done to satisfy your parents? I never knew you had this bar.”

“If you saw through me at a glance, all these years would have been for nothing,” Luo Qinghe joked half-heartedly, clearly somewhat distracted.

But Su Cheng’s curiosity was piqued, and he asked with keen interest, “Brother Qinghe, what exactly did you say to the people from Jiangshan Gallery this afternoon that they took you to the back?”

“Simple, I just revealed my identity,” Luo Qinghe smiled nonchalantly, his expression unconcerned.

Su Cheng felt a familiar pang in his chest and fell silent.

Luo Qinghe’s identity was something very few people knew, and anyone who did would not simply see him as a famous Photographer.

But from a young age, Luo Qinghe disliked being reminded of his background, always feeling out of place with that family, just like his name.

Luo Qinghe patted Su Cheng’s shoulder again, “Even without me, Fu Han won’t be wronged, and if I’m not mistaken, she’ll be the champion of this competition.”

This was the outcome Su Cheng had hoped for, but his heart sank upon hearing it. He didn’t want to hear what Luo Qinghe would say next, yet he craved the knowledge like an addict, unable to control his desire to know.

All he heard was Luo Qinghe’s signature clear voice beginning to speak, “He Xing used a blockbuster movie with an investment of over a hundred million as a door-knocker and got the organizers to bend.”

Su Cheng already heavy heart grew even heavier, as though a mountain weighed upon him, suffocating him.

…

When night had completely fallen, Nan Qing called to say her parents had come to see her and that she wouldn’t return home tonight.

Fu Han, still unable to cook due to her injured hand, simply ordered takeout, planning to eat dinner before starting preparations for the final round.

As she went out to pick up her food, she saw Liang Tao standing at the door of apartment 2502.

After some thought, she spoke up, “Liang Tao, what are you doing here?”

“I can’t reach Mr. He, and this is a document he urgently needs to handle.” Liang Tao, upon seeing Fu Han, acted as if he had seen a savior, “Lady Fu, could you help me get in touch with Mr. He?”

Fu Han dodged Liang Tao’s gaze, “Me? I think you’re mistaken, I’m not familiar with your Mr. He.”

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“How can you not be familiar?” Liang Tao’s eyes widened in disbelief, “His personal phone only has your number; he moved here to be closer to you; and today, Mr. He suddenly voided an already signed movie shooting contract, all because of…”

“Liang Tao!”

A sharp admonition rang out, startling Liang Tao enough to swallow the rest of his words and causing Fu Han’s heart to pound.

Both of them instinctively looked back and saw He Xing standing at the elevator entrance, his face pale under the light cascading down the hallway.

Fu Han patted her chest, her heart still racing, “He Xing, are you a ghost or something? When did you show up? Couldn’t you have said something?”

“Why, can’t I come here?” He Xing walked towards them step by step, extending his hand to Liang Tao and saying, “Leave the document, you can go.”

“Yes, Mr. He.” Liang Tao’s legs seemed to be failing him as he handed the file to He Xing and cast a pleading glance at Fu Han before leaving.

Fu Han really wanted to ignore Liang Tao’s plea for help—after all, it wasn’t she who asked him to gossip about the boss behind his back, so why should she cover for him?

But Liang Tao didn’t give her the chance to ignore him, and she really couldn’t comprehend how Liang Tao, with his size, could escape with the speed of a well-oiled bolt.

In the corridor, only He Xing and Fu Han were left standing opposite each other, you looking at me, me looking at you, both seemingly determined not to speak.

Suddenly, the sound-activated light went out, plunging the corridor into darkness, and at that very moment, a tempest rose, the rain furiously lashing against the window panes.

Fu Han let out a shriek, and the next second she was enveloped in a warm embrace, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

The lights came back on, and Fu Han pushed He Xing away, picking up the takeout from the ground, intending to return home, but He Xing followed her in before the door closed.