Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 74 - 0 Misfortune and Fortune Depend on Each Other

Chapter 74: 074 Misfortune and Fortune Depend on Each Other

Chapter 74: 074 Misfortune and Fortune Depend on Each Other

“Really?” He Xing’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and his body radiated a chilling coldness.

An immense pressure filled the small space, crashing over Xia Ning like a landslide, turning her face from red to pale: “Brother He Xing, are you angry with me?”

At a red light, the Lamborghini came to an abrupt stop, and Xia Ning cried out in pain, clutching her head.

He Xing sat motionless as steady as Mount Tai; his gaze fixed ahead, his thoughts inscrutable. As the red light began to flash, he glanced at Xia Ning: “Why did you go to the hospital? And why did the paparazzi show up as well?”

“You’re saying I followed you?” Xia Ning’s eyes widened innocently as she looked at He Xing: “Brother He Xing, I really didn’t follow you. A friend of mine happened to see you at the hospital, and I was also concerned about Sister Fu Han, so I came. As for the paparazzi… they really weren’t called by me.”

“So you’re saying that within less than ten minutes of my arriving at the hospital, you managed to get there? Do you have some kind of special ability or what?” He Xing’s mouth curled up in a mocking smile, clearly implying that he thought she was treating him like a fool.

The car that had just started stopped again. He Xing turned to look at Xia Ning, who wore a guilty expression: “I have to go back to the company for some business, you make your own way home.”

Xia Ning’s face instantly turned ashen: “But Brother He Xing, didn’t you say…”

“Get out!”

These two cold words came from He Xing’s mouth, carrying an undeniable force.

Xia Ning dared not say another word and dejectedly got out of the car.

No sooner had she stepped out than with the next second, He Xing floored the accelerator, and the car zipped away with a screech, only the faint smell of gasoline left in the air to prove that the car had been there.

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The Qingshui Villa area, the Xia Family’s residence.

Strings of lights lined the walls of the yard, illuminating it as bright as day.

The yard, half the size of a football field, was filled with a variety of flowers, plants, and trees, each one either a rare variety or a treasured specimen.

A dual-colored begonia, an orchid with five-petal leaves, black tulips, blue violets—each plant competed for attention.

But whether it was due to the layout or something else, the large garden somehow gave off a sense of congestion, or rather, a mismatched feeling.

This had nothing to do with the two-person-wide cobblestone path in the middle of the garden, nor with the peculiar color scheme of the flowers and plants.

Adjacent to the garden, a massive floor-to-ceiling window revealed the living room, where a crystal chandelier cast a soft glow. Sitting in the luxurious living room were three people.

The glass coffee table was piled high with tissues, the box now empty, but Xia Ning’s tears had not yet stopped.

Xia Guoxiong and Xia Cheng sat on sofas at opposite sides, their faces grim.

After what seemed like an eternity, Xia Cheng finally reached his breaking point. He went over and sat down next to Xia Ning: “Xiaoning, why are you crying? We have set such a big game in motion, and it’s almost time to close the net. What’s there to cry about?”

“It’s not you who got kicked out of the car halfway through the journey, of course you’re not upset.” Xia Ning, looking aggrieved, stared at Xia Cheng like a child seeking comfort after a fall.

How could she not be upset? She had gone to great lengths to have the paparazzi take photos in order to solidify her relationship with He Xing. In the end, it turned out that the pictures taken by the paparazzi were of her being thrown out of He Xing’s car.

The most tragic part was that it had been live-streamed, and tens of thousands of online viewers had witnessed the most embarrassing moment of her life, a scandal she couldn’t have suppressed with all the money in the world.

Many people online mocked her, saying she knew about He Xing and Fu Han’s engagement, yet still got too close to He Xing, labeling her a homewrecker.

Xia Guoxiong patted Xia Ning’s head, earnestly advising: “Xiaoning, remember what you said before, that as long as you could have He Xing, you wouldn’t regret any sacrifice.”

“Yes,” Xia Ning responded, eyes wide as she looked at Xia Guoxiong: “But, Dad, I don’t like being insulted either. If this goes on, I’ll become everyone’s target. You need to figure something out fast.”

Xia Guoxiong stroked his chin in thought, his narrow eyes glittering with intelligence. However, due to his heavy single eyelids, his face seemed misleadingly benign.

After a long pause, he spoke in a deep voice: “Xiaoning, He Xing is currently facing enemies on all fronts. That’s why he agreed not to tarnish your reputation openly. As long as you bring up your mother at critical moments, he will definitely not take things too far.”

“I know, but I can’t mention my mother all the time. You said it yourself, if I do it too much, it’ll stop working,” Xia Ning mumbled. “Why couldn’t Mom have instructed He Xing to take care of me before she died, or even to marry me or something?”

At that, Xia Guoxiong burst into hearty laughter: “Your mom’s death was an accident, and you were so young at the time, marriage was still far off.”

Xia Ning’s face flushed red; she playfully shook Xia Guoxiong’s arm while looking up at him with innocent eyes: “Dad, please tell me, what exactly did you and He Xing talk about?”

“That’s for us adults to worry about, and it’s none of your concern,” Xia Guoxiong said, while giving Xia Cheng a knowing look.

Xia Cheng immediately understood, and he jerked Xia Ning to her feet, pushing her upstairs: “Didn’t you say that going to bed early will make your skin look better? Go to sleep now. Just make sure you look pretty every day, and leave everything else to Dad and me.”

When he finally managed to coax Xia Ning and returned downstairs, there was a bottle of brandy and an empty glass on the coffee table.

Xia Guoxiong swirled the brandy in his glass: “Come, let’s have a good drink, just the two of us.”

“Sure, Dad.” Xia Cheng immediately poured himself a brandy, gulping it down like a man with a craving, smacking his lips in satisfaction afterward.

Xia Guoxiong peered out the floor-to-ceiling window at a crow perched on the ancient parasol tree in the middle of the yard, its neck stretched as it cawed. Although no sound was heard, its hoarse cry seemed to echo in their ears.

“I’ll chase it away,” Xia Cheng said, his face seething with hostility as he made to get up.

“Leave it,” Xia Guoxiong said impassively. “They say a crow’s caw is an omen of bad luck, but I don’t believe it. Blessing or disaster may depend on each other, and misfortune may be a blessing in disguise.”

Xia Cheng looked perplexed at Xia Guoxiong, unable to understand why his father, who consulted feng shui experts about every object’s placement in their home, showed such fondness for the crow’s call.

After another gulp of the brandy, Xia Guoxiong looked meaningfully at Xia Cheng: “The day before your mother’s car accident, there was a crow cawing outside our house, too.”

“That means the crow’s call really is bad luck. Why not chase it away?” Xia Cheng’s eyes widened in surprise, nearly spitting out his words in excitement.

“Foolish child, think about it. If your mother hadn’t passed away, would you be leading such a good life now?” Xia Guoxiong glanced at Xia Cheng with a smirk.