Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 237: Forget About Liking You

Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Forget About Liking You

Fu Han sighed quietly, a sound barely detectable. The music had nothing to do with her current mood—in fact, it seemed to mock her plight.

She really did not want to answer He Xing’s question, but seeing the persistence written all over his face, she realized that evasion was futile; she must answer his query.

Fu Han looked up to meet He Xing’s gaze squarely and said earnestly, "He Xing, I’m sorry. I’ve forgotten our past, how I used to like you... And, I hope we can remain just as friends at least until my memory returns."

With every word she uttered, she saw the light in He Xing’s eyes dim slightly, until, after she finished speaking, the final glimmer of brightness in his eyes flickered and then disappeared entirely.

Fu Han’s heart felt as if it was clenched by a great hand, powerless to resist the crushing grip.

For a moment, she softened. She even had the urge to step forward and embrace He Xing, to tell him she remembered everything—that they would be together forever.

But the last shred of rationality in her mind held her back until she pushed down all the words she had wanted to say.

However, it was precisely in this moment that Fu Han realized, although she couldn’t remember He Xing, she was fond of him. If they continued this way, she would indeed fall for him again, just as He Xing had said. But alas, there were no ifs.

Time passed before He Xing finally showed a faint smile. He reached out to ruffle Fu Han’s hair, his eyes brimming with indulgence, deep like a bottomless lake: "All right, let’s eat and not talk about these unhappy things anymore, okay?"

"Okay!" Fu Han replied, flashing a radiant smile. Yet, behind that smile lay a profound desolation.

After dinner, He Xing suggested a walk by the river, which Fu Han agreed to readily.

Just as they were leaving, they happened to run into the man who had been playing the piano earlier. He was now carrying a large guitar on his back, having swapped his suit for a loose black tee, white ripped jeans, and graffiti-stained sneakers. His long hair was carelessly draped over his shoulders.

Upon seeing Fu Han, he cheerfully waved "Hi," then walked off before she could respond.

The wind messed up the man’s hair, which he shook off nonchalantly and sauntered across the street towards the depths of the alley.

Fu Han’s eyes followed him, seeing in this man a kind of brilliance, a freedom unconstrained by anything.

"Haven’t had your fill of looking? He’s already far away!" He Xing moved to block Fu Han’s view.

"Jealous, again?" Fu Han chuckled. Under the streetlight, her smile was dazzling, like a night-blooming cereus so captivating that one couldn’t look away.

He Xing stared, momentarily spellbound. He reached out to pinch Fu Han’s nose and spoke with a gentle cadence, like a tender night breeze, "Yes, I am jealous. I don’t want you looking at other men."

Fu Han’s expression instantly turned cold. Her face paled in the shadows of the night, making her lipstick-clad lips seem even redder, yet the words she spoke were devoid of any warmth, "He Xing, even if you were my boyfriend—which you’re not, as I don’t remember you—I should not be restricted by you. My eyes are my own; I will look at whoever I choose."

He Xing’s expression darkened completely. He looked at Fu Han emotionlessly and then silently walked over and opened the passenger door: "Get in the car."

A feeling of grievance surfaced in Fu Han’s heart. For a split second, she felt like walking away, but she feared that she might regret it later when she recalled this day. Eventually, she obediently got into the car.

Once inside, she didn’t look at He Xing, her arms crossed as she gazed out of the window.

Streetlights illuminated one by one, and the storefronts along the streets were all lit up. The facades of high-rises were plastered with giant electronic screens continuously flashing advertisements.

Nighttime in City A was even livelier than day, with throngs of people bustling about. Couples walked hand in hand, wearing happy smiles, a reflection of their hopeful futures.

Fu Han suddenly envied these people, whose happiness and unhappiness seemed so simple. No, they were always happy—at least in her eyes.

A breeze slipped through the slightly open window, messing up the hair on Fu Han’s temples. Her pale face was enshrouded in her hair, obscuring her features.

There were many people taking a stroll by the river at night. He Xing finally found a parking spot and jogged over, intending to open the door for Fu Han, but she had already opened it herself.

The rippling water looked beautiful under the night sky, resembling countless fish shimmering on the surface.

Standing at the metal railing, Fu Han closed her eyes and let the night breeze of the riverside wash over her, dispelling the heat of the day and leaving a moist warmth that eased all tiredness away.

He Xing stood a step away from Fu Han, watching her. Her eyelashes appeared especially long when her eyes were closed, more so than those who wore false lashes. The color had drained from her wind-blown face, leaving only her lips, now bright red—so alluring that...

"Have you had enough of looking?" Fu Han’s cold voice suddenly broke the silence, disrupting He Xing’s reverie.

A faint flush crept onto He Xing’s cheeks as he blurted out, "I could look at you for a lifetime and still not have enough!"

Fu Han’s face fell again. She truly disliked He Xing saying such things, especially when she couldn’t remember anything—how was she supposed to respond?

She turned away without expression and marched off, ignoring He Xing completely.

In fact, He Xing regretted his words the moment they left his mouth. Calling out Fu Han’s name, he chased after her until he caught up behind a large tree. Spreading his arms, he blocked her path, "Xiaohan, I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry."

"Sorry?" Fu Han repeated coldly, speaking without a trace of emotion, "There’s no need for the great He Xing to apologize, is there? If anything, I should be the one to apologize."

"Don’t say that, Xiaohan. I really am sorry." He Xing seized Fu Han’s hand despite her resistance, leaned forward with his head bowed and pleaded anxiously, "I shouldn’t have tried to limit your freedom. From now on, you can do whatever you want, look at whoever you want, and I promise not to say a word, okay?"

Fu Han had anticipated an apology, but not for He Xing to lower himself so much. A twinge of sorrow filled her heart, and, as she thought about their impending separation, her resolve softened.