Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 112 - disappeared

Chapter 112: 112 disappeared

Chapter 112: 112 disappeared

An hour later, each of them was carrying about a dozen bags, and Fu Han, exhausted, said, “I can’t go on. Let’s find a cafe to rest for a while.”

“I know a cafe that serves the most authentic Blue Mountain Coffee I’ve ever tasted,” said Nan Qing, a seasoned coffee enthusiast, her eyes lighting up at the mention.

So the two of them, laden with bags big and small, set off in search of a cafe and finally arrived, panting with fatigue.

The cafe was on the top floor of the Mall and divided into indoor and outdoor areas. The so-called outdoor area was simply a space on the mall’s rooftop that had been cleared and enclosed, furnished with tables and chairs to create an atmosphere.

Fu Han and Nan Qing unanimously chose the outdoor area, picked a spot near the edge of the rooftop, and settled down. Each ordered a Blue Mountain Coffee and some pastries to fill their stomachs.

Nan Qing doubled the sugar in both her and Fu Han’s cups. “How are you getting to H City? Driving yourself or what?”

“The crew has chartered a bus, but it’s just a coach. Su Cheng is driving over, and I’ll hitch a ride with him.” Although Fu Han tried to speak in a calm tone, she couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed when mentioning Su Cheng’s name.

In fact, she was mainly feeling guilty towards Nan Qing. That morning, when Nan Qing had confided in her, she had advised Nan Qing not to give up and had made it clear that she still didn’t like Su Cheng to this date.

But Nan Qing had refused outright, saying that Su Cheng was an adult, and since he was insistent on being with Fu Han even though he knew how she felt, it meant that Nan Qing’s efforts would be to no avail no matter what.

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“You should have Su Cheng drive a RV there instead,” Nan Qing said casually, her expression much more relaxed. “I’ve been to Film and Television Drama sets invested by the Nangong Family before. Many places have harsh environments; it’s virtually impossible to get around without an RV.”

Fu Han smiled. “I don’t mind these things; I’m not a lady of leisure and have had my share of hard times. I don’t need to be so delicate.”

“That’s true.” Nan Qing burst into hearty laughter. “Remember when you first went abroad with no money? Too proud to borrow from us, what kind of odd jobs haven’t you done?”

Recalling the hardships of the past three years, Fu Han also laughed. Back then, she was fueled by anger and was fearless, shrugging off frostbite during the coldest months.

Nan Qing was feeling particularly sentimental that day and looked at Fu Han with her chin in her hand. “It wasn’t until I met you that I realized girls could fight so hard for life. Honestly, the strength you’ve given me is immense. Maybe that’s what Su Cheng thinks too.”

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” Suddenly, a stranger’s voice interrupted their conversation.

Looking up, Fu Han saw a stranger holding a cup of coffee standing before them. Dressed in a business suit, he seemed like a business professional, but his eyes were uncomfortable to look at, much like those of a venomous snake.

Fu Han instinctively didn’t want to share a table with this man. She looked around and saw there were other free spaces, and she politely declined, “Sorry, we prefer not to share tables.”

“But I really like this spot. I always sit here when I come to this cafe,” the man insisted, already seating himself without waiting for an answer.

Both Fu Han and Nan Qing saw their mutual distaste reflected in each other’s faces. Nan Qing, her face red with anger, was about to stand up and argue.

“Let it go.” Fu Han quickly grabbed her hand. “We’re about to leave anyway. It’s not worth the fuss.”

Nan Qing snorted coldly, turned her head away, and chose to ignore the situation, staring at the traffic below.

Su Cheng called and asked where Fu Han was, saying he was coming to pick them up. They would soon have to depart for H City.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Han went to the restroom. She certainly didn’t want to be worrying about bathroom breaks during the trip.

In less than ten minutes, she returned to her seat, but Nan Qing was nowhere to be seen, along with all of Nan Qing’s belongings. Fu Han’s own things were still on the chair.

Underneath the coffee cup, there was a note with scrawled handwriting: “Fu Han, something came up suddenly. I had to go. Goodbye.”

Holding the thin piece of paper, Fu Han tried to recall Nan Qing’s handwriting. She had seen countless paintings by Nan Qing but rarely her writing, and she wasn’t sure if the writing on the note was indeed Nan Qing’s.

But it didn’t make sense. Nan Qing’s coffee was still unfinished when Fu Han went to the restroom; how could she leave suddenly in such a short time? Was it possible Nan Qing didn’t want to see Su Cheng?

The more Fu Han thought about it, the more she believed it could be possible. But just to be safe, she dialed Nan Qing’s number.

The call rang once and then disconnected. A vague uneasiness settled in her heart, and she hurriedly called again, only to find Nan Qing’s phone was now switched off.

Fu Han panicked and immediately called Su Cheng, blurting out as soon as the call connected, “Nan Qing is missing.”

She contacted the Cafe, which said all the surveillance footage needed to be provided by Mall customer service.

Fu Han then rushed to the Mall’s customer service desk, where the staff were initially reluctant to assist her. It wasn’t until Su Cheng revealed his identity that they slowly started to look into the surveillance footage.

The video revealed that after Fu Han left, Nan Qing kept staring out at the traffic, while the man who shared their table spiked Nan Qing’s coffee with something.

After drinking the coffee, Nan Qing passed out. The man looked around, then took out a piece of paper from his pocket, placed it under the coffee cup, and walked out, supporting Nan Qing on one side and carrying her belongings with the other hand.

This was not a case of Nan Qing leaving unannounced; it was clear someone had kidnapped her.

Fu Han’s eyes reddened, her mind was a blank, and she looked to Su Cheng helplessly. “What do we do now? Is Nan Qing in danger?”

“I don’t know,” said Su Cheng, his face equally grave. Yet, he tried to console her, patting her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry too much. Whoever took Nan Qing away might not really want to harm her; they could have some other purpose.”

Upon hearing this, Fu Han felt a measure of relief. She remembered how He Xing always had a group of bodyguards with him when he was younger, precisely because of the risk of being kidnapped.

By then, the Mall’s staff had located the surveillance video of Nan Qing leaving the Mall, but the license plates of the nearby cars were all obscured, clearly pre-arranged.

Fu Han’s heart sank again. With so many vehicles on the streets, how could they possibly find the one without a clear photo?

Su Cheng was already on his phone informing Nan Qing’s parents, telling them everything that had happened.

If Nan Qing had been kidnapped, the most likely culprits were the enemies of the Nangong family. Rather than waste time clueless here, it would be more efficient to let Nangong Qing and her husband use their influence to search.