Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 121 - Midnight Guest 121

Chapter 121: Midnight Guest 121

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Chapter 121: Midnight Guest 121

“Okay,” Yang Kaitai took the wine glass and downed the entire glass of red wine in one go. He smacked his lips, looking like he hadn’t had enough, “Is there more? I want to drink more; it’s been several months since I last had red wine.”

“There is, there is,” Xia Ning didn’t dare to provoke Yang Kaitai and hurriedly handed him the newly opened bottle of red wine.

Yang Kaitai drank glass after glass, like an addict.

Xia Ning didn’t stop him; in fact, she hoped Yang Kaitai would drink more, preferably get drunk; then she would be safe.

As the bottle of red wine neared its end, Yang Kaitai’s eyes turned red. His gaze wandered unabashedly over Xia Ning’s body, her pink bunny pajamas were cute, but the neckline was low, offering a glimpse of ample cleavage.

Yang Kaitai rubbed his hands on his lap and asked with a flushed face, “Xia Ning, do you remember what you promised me when you were in the detention house?”

A shock went through Xia Ning’s heart; of course, she wouldn’t forget, but now was certainly not the time to talk about it.

She forced a laugh and changed the subject, “Kaitai, you haven’t told me how you got here. Were you released, or did you escape?”

Yang Kaitai’s eyes blazed with fire as he suddenly lunged at Xia Ning, fast as lightning.

Xia Ning screamed in fright with an “Ahh,” but after only a short cry, Yang Kaitai covered her mouth, “If you dare to scream, I’ll go find He Xing.”

She was so frightened that she immediately closed her mouth, but the terror in her eyes couldn’t be concealed.

The old Yang Kaitai was always submissive to her. He would be happy for days if she just smiled at him. But now, Yang Kaitai had clearly changed, become unrecognizable to her.

Yang Kaitai was pleased with Xia Ning’s reaction. He leaned down and kissed her brightly red lips deeply, with rough, eager movements devoid of tenderness.

Xia Ning was so frightened that her body stiffened. She didn’t dare shout anymore, she couldn’t even muster all her strength to resist; she could only plead softly for Yang Kaitai to let her go.

But how could a man fresh out of prison heed her words?

Moreover, Xia Ning had once promised Yang Kaitai not to expose the Xia Family in return for his silence. She had personally promised that she would stay with him for one night upon his release.

Ambiguous noises began to fill the room, and the clothes on Xia Ning’s body dropped one by one to the floor until she was completely naked.

When the noise in the room finally subsided, she lay in bed, turned away from Yang Kaitai, crying ceaselessly, yet ultimately not daring to make a sound.

…

The next morning.

Fu Han was woken up by He Xing’s knocking. She got up briskly.

It was strange, considering she was picky with beds. Last night was her first time sleeping in this room, and she had braced herself for insomnia, but she fell asleep quickly upon lying down and slept very well all through the night without interruption.

Fu Han thought about how she was starting the official shoot today. Wearing a long woolen coat was inconvenient, so she had put on a hoodie underneath with a short down jacket on top, fleece-lined pencil pants, and Martin boots for the lower half.

The fruit green hoodie was vibrant, and its combination with the Martin boots was eye-catching; it was a look with both style and comfort.

He Xing’s eyes brightened when he saw her, “Xiaohan, you look really pretty today.”

Fu Han blushed, unsure of what to say. She used to dress up in different styles every day, just to get a compliment from He Xing.

Now, her dream had come true, yet she was no longer the little girl who needed others’ compliments to feel pretty.

He Xing led Fu Han to breakfast; the vast dining room was almost empty, as if they had booked the entire place for themselves.

“Most people have already had their breakfast,” He Xing explained while helping Fu Han mix her noodles, “Actors have to get up early for makeup, along with the makeup artists, costume designers, assistants, and so on.”

Fu Han, with a mouthful of steamed dumplings, spoke unclearly, “Doesn’t that mean we behind-the-scenes people have it much easier and can sleep in?”

“You want to sleep in every day?” He Xing raised an eyebrow, his smile meaningful.

In the past, Fu Han always woke up early, waiting outside He Xing’s room all dressed up. When the time came, she would knock on the door; with her around, He Xing never needed an alarm clock and was always punctual.

Her gaze made Fu Han uncomfortable, she turned her head to look at the dried flowers in the distance and said unnaturally, “Who would want to get up if they could sleep in? Back then, I just wanted to be the first person you saw every morning when you woke up.”

He Xing’s expression softened with a tinge of melancholy, “I often miss those times too, when I would drop you off at school before going to work.”

It must have been the sight of that dried bouquet of gypsophila that made her eyes sting with discomfort. She blinked furiously to keep her tears from falling.

He Xing pushed the mixed noodles toward Fu Han, “It’s your favorite. I added pickled long beans and diced radish for you, try it.”

“I don’t eat this anymore,” said Fu Han, about to push the noodles back, but she accidentally caught sight of He Xing’s eyes.

His eyes, like obsidian, combined with the pristine whiteness of the surrounding sclera, were as cool as dew rolling on lotus leaves, drawing one’s gaze deeply in.

A surge of compassion swept over her like a tide, and she heard her heart sigh softly as she silently took the bowl back, eating the noodles in small bites.

This was the first time she was so preoccupied that she couldn’t taste the noodles she was eating.

He Xing was also eating the mixed noodles, but he had never liked sour flavors since childhood. He preferred spicy foods, so his bowl was added with plenty of chili oil, appearing very spicy and red.

Unexpectedly, the chili in H City was more potent than that in A City. He Xing had only eaten half a bowl before he couldn’t handle the spiciness, his breathing becoming louder.

Seeing He Xing in such a plight was a rare sight for Fu Han, and her mood instantly lifted. She couldn’t help but laugh, covering her mouth with her hand.

He Xing wiped the tears from his cheeks and naturally took Fu Han’s unfinished soy milk, finishing it in just a few gulps. He shook the empty glass, “Who asked you to laugh at me?”

The scene before her was so reminiscent of their childhood. She always tried various ways to attract He Xing’s attention, and he always seemed so indifferent. Yet when they were alone, he was… very intimate with her, and there had been several close calls.

Looking back, Fu Han could only mock her own foolishness—if she truly loved someone, how could she never defend herself in front of others?

Fu Han kept her head down and ignored He Xing, regaining her calm demeanor and finishing the noodles in front of her.

He Xing, however, stopped eating. His gaze rested openly on Fu Han. Although his face showed no expression, his heart was turbulent as an ocean storm, realizing she still harbored feelings about the past.

But what did that matter? As long as she hadn’t forgotten the past, there was still hope, wasn’t there?