Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 250: Dream Wedding

The guests below erupted into roaring laughter as Fu Han, her face flushed red, pushed He Xing away and said in a low voice with a seductive look, "What’s the rush?"

That single phrase nearly caused He Xing’s nose to bleed, of course, this was also thanks to his realization of his own lapse in decorum.

During the ring exchange, Ji Liangchuan and Nan Qing, as the maid of honor and best man, walked up with their rings. He Xing was so eager to use the ring to firmly secure Fu Han that he didn’t even look at what the ring looked like.

When it was Fu Han’s turn, she gently lifted He Xing’s right hand and slowly slid a ring on his finger.

"Mr. He Xing, you may now kiss your bride!" the Priest’s voice was solemn and reverent, yet also filled with joy.

He Xing carefully lifted Fu Han’s veil, and there she was, the face he had dreamed of, appearing before him. His gaze swept over Fu Han’s face, inch by inch.

In his heart, he marveled, describing Fu Han’s face as beautiful was simply too vulgar; her face was the Creator’s most perfect work, with cold eyes, a delicate nose, and sensual lips—a beauty beyond words.

He Xing held Fu Han’s cheeks and kissed her deeply. He had kissed Fu Han many times before, but this kiss felt very different.

The feeling... was like they could stand on a bustling street, under the glaring sun, and kiss without any reservations, for they were now husband and wife in every sense of the word.

The kiss lasted for a long time, amidst thunderous applause from the audience, and it was Fu Han’s hands on He Xing’s chest that pushed him away.

He Xing, looking at Fu Han’s blushing face, felt his heart soften into a mush and wished he could embrace and kiss her all over again.

The wedding banquet was held in the most upscale hotel owned by the He Group. He Xing led Fu Han from table to table offering toasts. Usually quite a drinker, today he only sipped a little each time, not wanting to spend his wedding night drunk.

Finally, after seeing off the last guests, the old Mr. He took out a room card from his suit pocket and handed it to He Xing, "The best room in our hotel has been reserved for you two. Fu Han is waiting inside for you. Go on."

"Thank you, Grandpa." He Xing took the card and ran towards the elevator in such a hurry he didn’t even say goodbye to his grandfather.

With a ’ding’, the door opened. He stood outside, adjusted his breathing, then stepped in with a spring in his step: "Wife, I’m here!"

But... damn it, he had completely forgotten about the bridal chamber pranks. Besides Fu Han, there were five other people in the room: Nan Qing, Bai Wei, Luo Qinghe, Su Cheng, and Ji Liangchuan.

Thinking back on his just-shouted "Wife," He Xing felt somewhat embarrassed. He coughed, touched his nose, and in his usual aloof tone said, "It’s getting late. You’ve all eaten and drunk, it’s time to head out."

Sitting on either side of Fu Han, Bai Wei and Nan Qing said in unison, "Impossible, we can’t skip the bridal chamber pranks!"

The three boys had already started preparing props, using a bamboo pole to dangle an apple for He Xing and Fu Han to eat face to face; the two girls took out a paper with several lipstick marks, challenging him to guess which one was Fu Han’s.

There were many similar games, all aiming to embarrass the newlyweds into blushing.

Unfortunately for them, He Xing was no longer embarrassed about touching Fu Han in front of others. He now wished he could be with Fu Han all the time; it was Fu Han who still wasn’t used to being so intimate in full view of everyone—her face was red from beginning to end, as if it would bleed.

The bridal pranksters were dissatisfied with He Xing’s reaction, but there was nothing they could do. Once all the games ended, they could only leave dejectedly.

He Xing followed them out, unceremoniously pushing Ji Liangchuan out the door, then closed the door, and carefully locked it to prevent further interruptions, better safe than sorry.

He had already decided that even if the sky fell, he would definitely carry through with the important event.

When He Xing returned to the room, Fu Han was sitting docilely on the edge of the bed, her massive wedding dress spread out like a blooming lily.

His Adam’s apple moved unconsciously, and suddenly he felt a wave of heat rising from his lower abdomen. He loosened his tie, tossing his jacket and bow tie casually onto a nearby chair, then wasted no step toward Fu Han.

On the soft silk bedsheet lay heart-shaped rose petals, red as flames.

He Xing sat beside Fu Han, one hand gently lifting her chin to look directly into her eyes: "Xiaohan, you have finally become my fiancée, finally!"

"Yes," cradling her cheek in He Xing’s palm, she whispered, "He Xing, I’ve finally married you, we’re finally together for life."

Rain-like kisses fell, and with a heart full of shyness but clumsy response, Fu Han reciprocated He Xing’s advances.

The white wedding gown slipped from Fu Han’s shoulders as He Xing gently laid her down on the bed, the petals scattering around in a shower made just for Fu Han.

He Xing couldn’t wait to press down, but suddenly, a cutesy voice rang out: "Big brother He Xing, big brother He Xing!"

Fu Han would never call him like that. He shuddered, glanced at the person on the bed, and it was clearly Xia Ning, not Fu Han!

He screamed in fright, and the warm bridal room vanished, replaced by a sterile hospital ward dotted with various machines.

And there was Xia Ning, leaning over with concern etched across her beautiful face.

It had all been a dream, yet everything in it felt so real, as if it had truly happened.

If possible, he would pay any price to make that dream a reality. In the dream, his grandfather’s laughter was heartier, a full decade younger than the grandfather lying on the hospital bed; Fu Han in the dream loved him so much, her biggest dream was to marry him.

"Big brother He Xing, you are too tired. Have something to eat and go to sleep," Xia Ning tugged at He Xing’s arm again, her voice soft and spoilt as always.

"Got it." He Xing used getting up as an excuse to put some distance between him and Xia Ning. He walked over to the side table where about a dozen food containers were still steaming hot, all freshly bought by Xia Ning.

He Xing randomly opened a container of rice and started eating rapidly, but elegantly. In just a few minutes, he had finished a bowl of rice: "Xia Ning, it’s late. Have your meal and head back soon."