Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 39: 039 Fairness and Justice Chapter 39: 039 Fairness and Justice He Xing’s gaze flickered erratically, all the more apparent in the dimly lit bar. His fingers were wrapped tightly around his glass, knuckles protruding with tension.

Although he knew he wasn’t the target, Ji Liangchuan across from him still felt like he was being stalked by a monster while walking alone at night.

Feeling uncomfortable, he coughed, “Don’t worry, Xia Guoxiong can’t cover the sky with one hand. I’m one of the judges too, I’ll help… help Fu Han.”

He Xing’s expression softened slightly. Another brandy downed, the scent of alcohol became even thicker in the air. He slightly lifted his head to look at the faint light above.

The lamp was so close, yet its light didn’t dazzle. Instead, it gave off a warm feeling.

Just like her, shining from an appropriate distance. When she was by your side, you never noticed the light, but once she was gone, you’d realize that everything around you was pitch-black.

With the bottle of brandy now empty, He Xing finally set down his glass, “You don’t need to worry about this matter. Just ensure fairness and integrity, that’s all.”

He had faith in Fu Han’s abilities, as long as things were fair and just, she would surely return with accolades.

In a blink, Ji Liangchuan was the only person left in the vast bar. He too looked up at the small light and murmured to himself, “Taozi, I couldn’t protect you back then, but now I must protect her at all costs.”

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As soon as Zhao Ting entered the office, Fu Han, without lifting her head, said, “Get ready, we’re going out to shoot on location now.”

No sooner had Zhao Ting opened the door to leave than Su Cheng entered. She immediately greeted him with a smile, “Good morning, President Su, you’re here to see Sister Han so early.”

Although Su Cheng was over 1.8 meters tall and already 26, his face still retained some baby fat, making him seem like a fresh college graduate, approachable but lacking authority. The staff often joked around with him.

“Go on with your work,” Su Cheng said, not even glancing at Zhao Ting, his tone unusually authoritative.

Knowing he had serious matters to discuss, Zhao Ting didn’t dare to joke around any longer, scurrying off in just a second.

“Do you need me for something?” Fu Han slightly looked up, confusion in her beautiful eyes.

An awkward flush crept onto Su Cheng’s face. He cleared his throat and unnaturally said, “I… This… This is a share transfer agreement. As of today, you are the second-largest shareholder of Cheng Yihan Company.”

Fu Han, puzzled, took the documents and saw that the transferred share amounted to over thirty percent.

“What are you doing?” Now, Fu Han’s brows were furrowed.

“I’ve thought this through carefully. You are exceptionally capable, and I’m afraid someone else might poach you. So, I’m offering you shares. We can work together and grow the company,” Su Cheng said, nervously avoiding eye contact with Fu Han while repeating the answer he had prepared.

Fu Han started fidgeting with her fingertips on the table, tapping rhythmically.

She had indeed considered starting her own company, integrating photography and media, but she lacked the capital and experience, which is why she was temporarily working at Su Cheng’s company.

It was clear that Su Cheng genuinely wanted to collaborate with her. Knowing Fu Han’s temperament, if she refused, she wouldn’t continue working at the Su Cheng Company.

After a moment, she looked up at Su Cheng, “I can accept shares, but have an audit firm calculate exactly how much I need to contribute.”

“I don’t want your money; it’s a technical investment,” Su Cheng insisted, his face flush with urgency.

“Technical investments generally don’t exceed ten percent. If you won’t take money, then I won’t sign this agreement,” Fu Han said sternly, no joke in her demeanor.

“Alright then,” Su Cheng conceded.

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The Lanwan villa estate.

Fu Han received a call from Elder He inviting her to dinner that evening while she was out on a shoot.

She could effortlessly reject He Xing without a second thought, but she couldn’t do the same to Elder He.

The current Fu Han, without parents or relatives, had Elder He as her sole emotional support. She truly regarded Elder He like her own grandfather.

Therefore, after the shoot, she had Zhao Ting return to the company alone, while she took a taxi to the He Family’s private villa in Lanwan.

The villas in Lanwan were reputed to be the most expensive in A City, without any contest.

In the densely valued A City, a mountain was still preserved in the city center. The villas of Lanwan were built on this mountain, with every scenic spot hosting a private estate.

The higher up the mountain, the steeper the price became.

Some joked that those living in Lanwan dwelt in houses made of gold. The person living at the very top had a house made of jewels.

This “jewel” house belonged to the He Family and was where Fu Han had grown up.

Taxis weren’t allowed inside Lanwan, so she gazed at the endless winding mountain road with a deep sigh, begrudgingly starting her ascent.

Having reached halfway up the mountain, she felt completely drained and was tempted to slump to the ground.

A car’s roaring engine came from behind. Fu Han turned her head to see a Lamborghini pull up beside her.

He Xing wound down the window, “Get in.”

Fu Han internally battled with herself. After 0.01 second, she opened the door and got in. What good was being angry if it couldn’t give her the strength to fly up the mountain? Why refuse a free ride?

But once inside, she maintained a defiant demeanor, “Don’t get the wrong idea. Grandfather said you wouldn’t be coming back, so I came to see him.”

She expected He Xing to say something, but after waiting, his response never came.

Unable to resist, Fu Han glanced at He Xing. Behind his sunglasses, his handsome face remained impassive, his lips tightly sealed, his hands on the steering wheel tense, the whole of him emitting a ‘keep out’ aura.

She touched her arm, thinking how the day had turned so much colder when it had been warm enough for short sleeves earlier.

He Xing ran his tongue across his lips. In Fu Han’s mind, the previous day’s memories flooded back—the gentle kiss like a spring breeze, his lips as soft as petals.

Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly turned her head away, no longer looking at He Xing, but inside she cursed him for licking his lips for no reason.

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Elder He was delighted to see both of them return together, constantly urging the chef to add more dishes and serve various imported delicacies and snacks.

Fu Han sat next to Elder He, chatting intermittently with him, while He Xing was on the sofa opposite them, his fingers flying over the keyboard with rapidity.

“Xiaohan, you see how pitiful an old man I am at home. It’s so hard for He Xing to come back, and when he does, all he does is look at his phone or computer, just as if he were not here at all,” Elder He began his new round of complaints.

Fu Han coughed awkwardly, saying stiffly, “Master He is inundated with important tasks, this… this…”

She stuttered without finishing her sentence, which instead garnered He Xing’s powerful gaze upon her.