Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 247: Moon Bay

Chapter 247: Chapter 247: Moon Bay

As for Su Cheng, he also kept in touch with Fu Han every day, yet they never video-called; it was just the same couple of sentences back and forth each day.

After all, boys do not talk as much as girls.

The clean and orderly Oiland Road was flanked on both sides by towering trees of unknown species that blocked out most of the sunlight, so even looking up at the sky wouldn’t be dazzling.

The black-clad driver flipped to a soothing music track, and life seemed to slow down completely.

Fu Han cracked the car window slightly, letting the wind rush in and mess up her hair. She pushed the strands that blocked her vision behind her head, her eyes unwavering as she gazed outside.

This place was very different from the bustling city; you could walk for half a day without seeing a soul. Apart from the local residents, most people in town were tourists here for a visit. From the Fu Family’s resort house to this place, they had seen so few people they could count them on two hands.

About half an hour’s drive later, they arrived at their destination.

This place was a bay, with a beautiful name: Moon Bay.

The shape of Moon Bay was just like that of a moon, with waters inside bluer than the sky itself, like a piece of blue crystal.

It was Bai Qian’s aunt who had first brought Fu Han here, and afterward, Fu Han had made sure to spend at least half an hour here every day.

It seemed that only here could her heart finally quiet down, without constantly thinking about those people and things back home...

In fact, several times she couldn’t help but want to inquire about the He Group’s situation, but every time the words would reach her lips, she found herself unable to ask; in the end, she would beat around the bush, while her aunt and uncle saw right through her intentions and would smilingly provide her the answers she sought.

So, a few days ago, she found out that Yang Kaitai had been formally arrested; she also learned that He Xing had been in contact with investment banks and high-interest loan providers these past few days.

Such news was like torture to Fu Han, and yet each time Fu Xingbo mentioned unfortunate news about the He Group, she couldn’t help but question whether leaving A City had been the right decision.

But just this morning, at breakfast, she received some good news: the financial crisis of the He Group had been resolved, thanks to an injection of funds from the Du Wanting Motherly Love Fund. Fu Xingbo casually mentioned another piece of information—that Du Wanting was Xia Ning’s mother.

Fu Han’s heart finally relaxed. Whatever the case, Xia Ning had delivered on her word, and the He Group’s issues were resolved. However, another problem weighed on her mind—she had received news that the senior Mr. He was undergoing surgery today.

Neurosurgery was the most challenging, and even though Fu Xingbo said that the nation’s top experts had all gone there, no surgery was a hundred percent certain.

Feeling restless in the resort villa, she eventually decided to contact the driver and come to Moon Bay to stay for a while, to calm herself down.

This spot was a renowned attraction within the Resort Village, filled with many coconut trees, canopies, and lounge chairs for visitors to rest on.

Fu Han chose the most secluded lounge chair, asking the driver to leave first. She set up her easel, preparing to draw. After picking up a charcoal pencil and sketching halfheartedly for a long while, inspiration completely eluded her. In the end, she simply threw the pencil aside and lay down on the lounge chair, covering her face with a sun hat to avoid the scorching sun.

She couldn’t help but think, wondering whether Grandpa He’s surgery had finished yet. She wanted to make a call to ask, but since she had decided to leave He Xing, she couldn’t change course halfway.

Since arriving in M Country, she had blacklisted all of He Xing’s contact information, yet each day her inbox was still flooded with emails from him. She had read each one many times but never replied.

Her mood at the moment was extremely distressing, like being in a frying pan, unbearable to the point of agony, yet, frustratingly, there was nothing she could do about it.

Footsteps approached, but she didn’t look up, figuring it was probably someone here to enjoy the scenery—as happened every day, something she had grown accustomed to over the last few days.

As her mind wandered, she totally failed to consider that her chosen spot was the furthest in, beyond which there were no more canopies, lounge chairs, or paths.

A few minutes went by, then suddenly laughter broke through. The voice sounded familiar to Fu Han. She lifted her hat for a glance and in just that instant, she sat up clutching the hat, confronting the person less than a meter away from her with hostility, "Why is it you? What are you doing here?"

Indeed, the man before her was the unwelcome guest from the plane. If she remembered correctly, his name was Wang Yixuan. On the flight from A City to M Country, a trip lasting over ten hours, this man had spent at least half of it chatting with Fu Han.

That day, Fu Han’s mood had been terribly sour, not wishing to speak at all, so she had found this man particularly bothersome. He had been the most talkative person she had met since waking up, one that Nan Qing would call a chatterbox.

She had spent the whole flight over ten thousand meters high, reminiscing about the events in A City and mentally complaining about Wang Yixuan; the quiet man who had played the piano was such a stark contrast to this endless talker.

And now, Fu Han could not have dreamed she would encounter this man here, especially standing in front of her easel, fiddling with her charcoal pencil in his hand.

Wang Yixuan, as if oblivious to Fu Han’s bad mood, was grinning radiantly, his delicate face blossoming like a bud, "Miss Fu, what a coincidence, we meet again."

"Is it really just a coincidence? Are you sure you didn’t come here deliberately?" Fu Han looked him up and down, noting the loose white shirt and baggy shorts that made his over one-eighty stature appear oddly diminutive. By his feet lay a case—not knowing whether it contained a cello or a guitar.

"Are you suggesting that I followed you here on purpose?" Wang Yixuan’s smile deepened, revealing eight pearly teeth and dimples, "But it doesn’t matter what you think, I don’t care."

Put on the spot like this, Fu Han felt somewhat embarrassed. She had spoken impulsively out of anger without thinking, leading to that statement; on reflection, she had to admit that it was a rather preposterous idea.

Her face tinged with red, she coughed awkwardly, speaking stiffly, "Alright, let’s say I misunderstood you. But I’m in a bad mood right now; please, keep your distance, so you don’t get hurt by mistake."

"Hurt by mistake?" Wang Yixuan laughed heartily, so hard he couldn’t straighten up, "With the little harm you can do? Didn’t I survive unscathed on the plane? Don’t puff yourself up here trying to look imposing."

Being called out in public left Fu Han feeling somewhat embarrassed, and her cheeks flushed deeper, "Have you said enough? I barely know you, so please go do whatever you have to and stop affecting my mood."