Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 122 - No Love at 122

Chapter 122: No Love at 122

Chapter 122: No Love at 122

Even if it’s hatred, so what? Where does hatred come from if not from love?

What she fears most is, not even having any hatred left.

Moreover, he knows her hatred for him is not deep-seated, but rather resentment that he didn’t treat her well enough in the past, allowing her to endure so much unfairness.

This is the truth, and He Xing won’t deny it. Now, he is using this as a lesson to redouble his efforts to treat her well.

…

This is Fu Han’s first time shooting a film. She had learned a bit back in school, but that was just playing around with classmates, and the equipment was not so advanced.

Luckily, she came an hour early to get familiar with the environment.

She had memorized the content to be shot today by heart the day before, and now she was just waiting for the director to arrive.

Sure enough, the director arrived soon, and he came with He Xing.

This was another eyebrow-raising piece of news for Fu Han: He Xing was actually the Chief Producer of “Yearn for Return.” Learning this had distressed Fu Han for quite a while.

She couldn’t recall He Xing ever studying anything related to film. From childhood, he was groomed as an heir to the He Family, and under his strict grandfather, all his spare time was spent learning how to manage a company.

Fu Han found it difficult to accept He Xing as a producer, but she also forced herself not to focus on this.

Perhaps He Xing harbored a dream about film. After all, the He Group with its vast wealth could certainly support his dream, being the biggest investor in the movie.

The scene to be shot in the morning was when the lead male and female characters meet, starting as foes and later falling in love.

Bai Wei was in good form, perfectly portraying her character’s disdain for the male lead; on the other hand, Luo Qinghe was continuously out of sorts, completely dominated by Bai Wei’s presence, failing to exhibit the necessary anger and instead exuding a sense of guilt.

After several cuts, the director’s temper flared, making comments like, “People with no acting experience are so hard to work with.”

Luo Qinghe’s complexion worsened, and after another cut, he couldn’t stand the director’s remarks any longer. “I’m not acting anymore,” he said and then left.

Fu Han remained calm behind the camera, understanding perfectly why Luo Qinghe was feeling guilty. Who asked Luo Qinghe to not hold back his tongue yesterday and say a bunch of unpleasant words?

Now regretting? Feeling guilty? It was too late.

But Bai Wei was anxious, rushing over to Fu Han and urging, “Fu Han, hurry and go persuade Luo Qinghe, ask him not to lose his temper.”

Fu Han glanced sideward at He Xing and said nothing.

He Xing scoffed, “Didn’t you take in what I said last night? If you keep pushing this, he’ll bully you even more.”

Bai Wei’s eyes reddened, “Fu Han, are you still my friend or not, will you help or not?”

Fu Han crossed her arms, her tone exasperated but deadly, “Weren’t you speaking with great energy yesterday? Back then, I didn’t feel like you were treating me as a friend. How come I’m your friend now?”

“Wasn’t I wrong yesterday?” Bai Wei glared fiercely at He Xing, “What I meant was He Xing isn’t worthy of you. You’re so outstanding and independent, right?”

“Now that’s a pleasant thing to hear.” Fu Han laughed, turned around, and went out.

She faintly heard He Xing’s voice filled with scarcely contained fury, “Bai Wei, are you courting death? Not worthy of whom?”

Then came Bai Wei’s shameless voice, “Worthy, worthy, you and Fu Han are a perfect match—talented gentleman and beautiful lady—happy now?”

Fu Han internally remarked on her good fortune—thankfully Su Cheng had gone to film another set of scenes. Otherwise, without the worst there could only be worse, and fights might even break out.

Luo Qinghe was standing under a tree that had lost all its leaves, smoking a cigarette. The smoke drifted towards Fu Han with the wind, making her cough violently.

She quickly covered her nose and moved upwind, “Luo Qinghe, can you stop smoking?”

“He Xing smokes too, why don’t you tell him that?” Luo Qinghe’s words were not polite, yet he still threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out.

Used to his fixation with He Xing, Fu Han responded indifferently, “If I could control He Xing, do you think I would have called off the engagement?”

“That is true.” Luo Qinghe thought for a while, his expression conflicted, “Sometimes, I think you are very naive, but other times, you’re incomprehensible. I think He Xing really likes you, why are you so determined to call off the engagement?”

The topic touched on Fu Han’s perpetual pain. Under normal circumstances, she would not have answered, yet today she decided to speak the truth, “The social status gap between He Xing and me is too big. There are many things he does that I can’t understand or accept, and vice versa. Maybe we could be together, but as time goes by, our disagreements will become increasingly evident, and in the end, we would still part ways.”

Luo Qinghe sighed, the smell of cigarette growing stronger as he looked at the desolate land in the distance, “You’re too pessimistic. I believe love is enough.”

“In that case, why don’t you give Bai Wei a chance?” Fu Han didn’t want to talk about her own matters anymore, so she quickly changed the subject.

Luo Qinghe’s faint smile disappeared, his stern face expressionless, “I still prefer the person I like.”

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Those words felt like a heavy stone laying on Fu Han, the cold wind blowing her face slightly painful, her eyes somewhat sore.

Everyone favors the one they like, and isn’t the liked one always complacent?

God knows how much time passed, Fu Han asked quietly, “What about Bai Wei? Are you really not going to give her a chance?”

A crack appeared on Luo Qinghe’s face, as if the frozen river beneath was spreading countless fissures, and it seemed like the deep ice could melt at any moment, though when it would fracture was unknowable.

Just like Luo Qinghe’s words lost in the wind, “I don’t know,” aimless and indeterminate—if you didn’t listen carefully, you might not even have heard them.

Luo Qinghe reached into his pocket for another cigarette, but eventually put it back.

Fu Han took out a piece of gum from her pocket and handed it to him, “Here, eat this. Since you promised to act in this movie, then work hard to do it well.”

The subsequent shooting went smoothly, no matter how harshly the director spoke, Luo Qinghe didn’t walk off the set again.

Fu Han occasionally exchanged glances with Bai Wei, who sent looks of gratitude her way.

As for He Xing, he kept eyeing Fu Han, his gaze so intense that she nearly made mistakes several times. She was irritated to the point of itching teeth but couldn’t say anything about it.

…

Finally, the day’s shooting ended, and Xia Ning at last had a moment to breathe. Filming was much more tiring than she had imagined. She had only seen the glamorous side of stars before, yet now she finally understood the phrase: only through enduring the hardest hardships can one become an extraordinary person.

The Assistant, Qin Xiaonian, followed with her makeup bag, “Miss Xia, are you heading back to the hotel or somewhere else?”