Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 54 - Explosive News 054
Chapter 54: Explosive News 054
Chapter 54: Explosive News 054
Fu Han put down her takeout and when she turned around, she saw He Xing had followed her in. She stepped back warily, “What are you doing here?”
“I’m hungry,” He Xing’s gaze drifted across the takeout boxes as if trying to decipher what was inside, “I’ve run around for you all day, so it’s not too much to ask for a meal, right?”
Reason told Fu Han that she should refuse He Xing’s request, but when she opened her mouth, what came out was the exact opposite, “Not too much at all, I ordered plenty.”
A small smile played on He Xing’s lips as he actively opened each takeout box.
The storm was becoming more intense, and even inside the house, the sounds of lightning and thunder were staggering. Because of the high floor, the lightning and thunder seemed to bombard right next to them.
Fu Han hunched her shoulders. Her parents had passed away early, and since their departure, she had slept alone. Naturally, she feared the nights, especially during thunderstorms, as any child of about ten years old would.
The old master He really cared for her, but as the head of He Group, busy with a myriad of affairs, even with the best intentions, he wouldn’t consider whether a child was afraid to sleep at night.
From then on, she developed a fear of thunder.
But this was a secret to everyone. In her youth, she had a strong sense of pride, and having been mocked by people like Xia Ning, she kept it to herself for many years, to the extent that even He Xing was unaware of her fear of thunder.
Lost in a daze, suddenly a warm hand took hers. The dry palm seemed to possess some magical power that dispersed the fear in her heart like smoke blown away by the wind.
By the time she realized it was He Xing holding her hand, she shook his off as if electrocuted, “Why do you always take advantage when people aren’t paying attention?”
This was the first time since her return that she spoke such words so unconvincingly, and she was even ready for He Xing to retort.
But she waited and did not hear He Xing speak. He picked up his chopsticks again and, while eating, said without looking up, “Then I won’t do it again.”
Fu Han felt disheartened; she would rather have He Xing say something terrible, or even wish he continued his advances, than to have him apologize to her.
That was He Xing!
This was the most awkward meal Fu Han and He Xing had ever had together, both burying their heads in their food, neither speaking a word, not even commenting on the takeout being unpalatable.
Fu Han wanted to ask about the movie investment, but recalling their unpleasant argument that afternoon, she feared it might lead to another fight.
Her return was meant to set clear boundaries with He Xing, but unknowingly, their ties had become more entangled; so many things, impossible to cut through and sort out.
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In the silent depth of night, Fu Han lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The sound of rain outside grew louder, as if intending to unleash a year’s worth of precipitation at once.
Fortunately, there was less thunder now, and the occasional mild rumbles no longer carried the destructive power of earlier.
Even so, Fu Han not only drew her curtains tightly but also buried her head under the blankets. Scenes from the afternoon ran through her mind, her emotions so heavy she struggled to breathe.
After much deliberation, she still sent He Xing a message: “I hope you can talk to the organizers of ‘Follow the World’ and let them know I want to compete fairly with all the contestants. I’ll have no complaints even if I lose.”
From a young age, she detested people like Xia Ning who abused their wealth and power to bully her; she believed all humans were born equal and abhorred all actions driven by self-interest and abuse of power. If the competition couldn’t be fair and just, what else in the world could be considered dark?
And she would not be He Xing’s Photographer for the movie. After the contest, she would hold a press conference to announce the dissolution of her engagement to He Xing and then leave A City, never to see him again.
Just as Fu Han put down her phone, ready to sleep, a message from He Xing arrived.
For some reason, as she opened the message, she felt a sudden surge of nervousness, anticipation, and fear.
He Xing’s message was brief: “There won’t be any backdoor dealings, you’ll make it on your own!”
Fu Han sighed with relief, but her heart couldn’t settle into peace.
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The sky was exceptionally blue after the torrential rain, as if washed by water, and the house became extraordinarily bright.
Fu Han didn’t know when she had fallen asleep the night before. When she woke up, it was already midday. Even with curtains drawn, she found the sunlight too harsh.
Dragging her slippers, she decided to cook herself a bowl of noodles. The spicy hot pot she had ordered yesterday had been too spicy; even now her stomach was still a bit sore.
Bubbles were already forming in the pot. Fu Han prepared to scoop out the noodles with a strainer, but just then her phone rang urgently.
Fu Han glanced at the noodles, which could still simmer for a bit longer, then turned and went to the living room to get her phone. It was a call from Su Cheng, “Fu Han, are you at home right now? Whatever you do, don’t go online.”
Confused, she hung up and stared at her phone. Compelled by some force, she opened Weibo, and it was as if she were plunged into icy snowland.
The top trending topic on Weibo was: “Fu Han, the ultimate green tea bitch, stringing along two sons of wealth.”
Fu Han’s hands and feet turned ice-cold as she clicked to read more. Inside were photos of her and He Xing, along with pictures of her and Luo Qinghe.
When she saw the title, she thought it involved He Xing and Su Cheng, but to her surprise, it was Luo Qinghe—and he happened to be the younger son of the Li Family, which was second among the four major families, though he bore his mother’s surname.
As for Fu Han, her parents’ past and her entire life history had been exposed.
What followed was an array of insults.
The daughter of a servant and a chauffeur, going to great lengths to marry into a wealthy family, leveraging her act of saving someone’s life to threaten old master He.
Some said she was abandoned by the He Family three years ago, only to return with calculated schemes for revenge, and by chance encountered the Li scion, leading to her playing both sides.
Of course, the “Follow the World” competition was also dug up, accusing her of being a photographer who only filled numbers, someone who didn’t actually make it through the rematch, but was pushed through by the influence of He Xing and Luo Qinghe. Many predicted she was bound to be the ultimate winner.
Others said Fu Han was so desperate for fame that she used He Xing and Luo Qinghe as stepping stones to raise her profile, claiming she was deeply scheming.
The more Fu Han read, the angrier and more shocked she became.
The abruptness of these events left her utterly unprepared and stunned. She didn’t even know what to do yet.
What would He Xing and Luo Qinghe think?
Would they suspect this was her doing the manipulation in the background?
As she was at a loss, He Xing’s call came in. Fu Han immediately answered, “He Xing, have you seen the news online? It wasn’t me who released it.”
“I know,” came He Xing’s ever-calm voice, “Stay at home, don’t go out, and don’t open the door to anyone.”
