Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 235: It’s Normal to Have a Meal

Chapter 235: Chapter 235: It’s Normal to Have a Meal

"What do you mean by that?" Nan Qing was a bit bewildered. Her feelings were complex, unable to say whether she wanted Su Cheng to stay or not.

"We’ve been friends for so many years, isn’t it normal to have a meal together?" Seeing her like this made Su Cheng even more tender-hearted. He rubbed Nan Qing’s head, just like when they were seventeen or eighteen years old in high school, "Which month’s allowance of mine didn’t I spend a large part on you?"

"Alright." Nan Qing agreed in a low voice, not daring to look into Su Cheng’s eyes. She found a random excuse to run out of the kitchen, not much different from fleeing in panic.

Dinner started soon, with only the two of them, yet the table was set with five or six dishes, plus a pork rib soup and a tomato and egg soup.

Nan Qing tasted each dish. Although the flavors were far from those of a five-star hotel, she felt a unique sensation in her heart at the thought of Su Cheng having cooked the meal.

It was odd, her feelings for Su Cheng were very special now. Their fate had been determined from the moment they were born; perhaps they didn’t remember many of the past things, but they were witnesses to each other’s life journeys.

It had been almost ten years since Nan Qing’s heart first fluttered in her teens. How many decades does one have in a lifetime? Her fondness for Su Cheng was deeply engraved in her bones—it wasn’t something she could simply stop liking if she said she didn’t, as she could no longer control her emotions.

But miraculously, she had come to terms with Su Cheng’s liking for Fu Han—she even sometimes felt in her heart that Su Cheng indeed suited Fu Han more than He Xing did.

As she was lost in thought, Su Cheng suddenly stood up and walked towards the wine cabinet, retrieved an opened bottle of red wine, and casually brought over two wine glasses, "Nan Qing, would you like a drink?"

Nan Qing knew Su Cheng was in a bad mood. She smiled and nodded, "Of course, I can’t sleep without a couple of glasses of red wine every day."

The burgundy liquid swirled in the clear glasses, each drop stirring up like jewels, leaping before finally falling and blending into the wine in the glass.

Unable to remember how many glasses he had drunk, Su Cheng let out a boozy burp. He looked at Nan Qing through bleary eyes, "You tell me, how exactly do I fall short compared to He Xing?"

Nan Qing had barely had two glasses of red wine from the start. With her tolerance, she was nowhere near drunk, but she knew Su Cheng was close to it.

She snatched Su Cheng’s wine glass out of his hand, "You’ve had too much. No more drinking. I’ll call you a designated driver."

"Let me drink!" Su Cheng panicked, unable to wrestle the glass back, he grabbed Nan Qing’s wrist. He stared at the red wine in her hand like an addict, "Please, let me drink. My parents won’t let me like her anymore. I can’t do anything, so am I not even allowed to drink?"

Nan Qing was stunned but ultimately placed the wine glass back in front of Su Cheng. However, driven by curiosity, she couldn’t help asking with a trembling voice, "Why won’t your parents let you be with her?"

"Because..." Su Cheng let out a huge belch. He looked at Nan Qing with drunken, misty eyes and mumbled, "My parents want the company to grow stronger, for Huangpu Group to reach He Group’s level, to ally with the Nangong Family, and want me to..."

His head tilted, and he collapsed on the table, immediately falling into a deep slumber.

Nan Qing had a bellyful of questions left unanswered. How could she let him just sleep like this? She vigorously shook Su Cheng’s shoulders, anxiously asking, "What exactly did your parents force you to do?"

"They..." Su Cheng lifted his head and let out a foolish smile, looking dopey, "They want me... for me to marry you... but it doesn’t matter. Don’t worry, I won’t pressure you about it."

After saying this, Su Cheng passed out completely, no matter how much Nan Qing shook him, he lay on the table like a lump of mud, unconscious.

Nan Qing watched Su Cheng with a complicated gaze; she hadn’t anticipated that behind his sunny smile, such a sad story was hidden.

She bent to try to help Su Cheng to the sofa when she suddenly heard a crisp sound. Looking down, it was her jade bracelet that had struck the table.

The bracelet had only been on her wrist for less than ten days, but she had already become used to its presence. Occasionally, when she thought about how it was something only the daughters-in-law of the Huangpu family would have, an unusual feeling would arise in her.

Bowing her head to look at Su Cheng, she wondered when he had become so thin. Nan Qing always teased Su Cheng about still having baby fat in his twenties, but now it had all vanished, leaving a chiseled, sharp, and exquisite jawline.

Nan Qing looked at Su Cheng unreservedly, trying to remember when the last time was she had looked at him like this. It seemed since she’d acknowledged her feelings for Su Cheng, she hadn’t dared to look at him like this—who would have the courage to scrutinize him like this?

To be fair, Su Cheng was not as delicate-looking as He Xing. He Xing’s handsomeness was the kind that stood out in a crowd, the center of attention.

But without a doubt, Su Cheng was also handsome. His attractiveness was like a gentle, flowing stream. His features were delicate, and his facial lines were soft. At first glance, he didn’t stand out, but the more you looked, the more appealing he seemed.

Even in his drunken state, Su Cheng’s brows were tightly furrowed.

Nan Qing felt a pang of sadness and subconsciously smoothed out his furrowed brows with her hand.

With some difficulty, she moved Su Cheng to lie on the sofa, thought for a moment, and closed the windows to keep out insects. She turned on the air conditioning and went to her room to fetch a thin blanket to cover him.

Then, Nan Qing began to clean up the dinner table, took care of the leftovers, and put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.

As she was handling the wine bottle, she shook it and realized why Su Cheng was drunk—there was only about one glass left in the bottle after she had opened it and had just a single glass.

Nan Qing simply poured the remaining wine into a glass. Her slender fingers held the wine as she swayed it back and forth, her eyes involuntarily falling once more on Su Cheng’s face.

She sipped the wine slowly, marveling at how it tasted as sweet as fresh grapes picked straight from the vine, full-bodied and intoxicating, with hardly any taste of alcohol left.

"How do you know that I wouldn’t want to marry you?"

On the balcony, a sketchbook was propped up, a pristine piece of sketch paper slowly took on the form of an outline under the charcoal pencil. Colors from the palette were brushed on swiftly, and soon a portrait came to life, closely resembling Su Cheng who lay on the sofa.