Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 251: Art Teacher

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Art Teacher

"Alright, I got it," Xia Ning acknowledged, aware that He Xing was not in a good mood. She didn’t dare to act spoiled and refuse to leave; after all, Grandfather He wouldn’t be discharged from the hospital anytime soon. It was enough for her to come here every day to keep He Xing company.

When Xia Ning finally left, He Xing turned on his computer and entered an email address. This was an account he had set up exclusively for Fu Han, an address known only to Fu Han herself.

Yet the account contained only sent emails, with not a single message in the inbox.

He Xing was certain he had sent the emails, but he couldn’t be sure that Fu Han had seen them. Or perhaps Fu Han had seen them but chose not to reply?

Since the day Fu Han left, he had been investigating why she had gone, but up to now, he still had no clue. The only thing he knew for certain was that a few days before her departure, Fu Han had met with Xia Ning at a cafe.

He had asked Xia Ning about it, and the response he got was: it was just a simple meeting, where Fu Han had sought to understand some past matters, and Xia Ning had clarified some of Fu Han’s queries.

Despite his persistent questioning, Xia Ning merely indicated that she had spoken of some trivial details of the past, never uttering a word that would harm his relationship with Fu Han.

Of course, he wouldn’t fully trust Xia Ning’s words. To get to the truth, he even went to the cafe to check the surveillance footage, but without audio, the silent images revealed nothing.

He still didn’t understand why Fu Han would leave, a situation even more painful than it had been three years ago. At least back then, he knew Fu Han left because he had "neglected" her. He had changed since, always prioritizing Fu Han above all else. So why did Fu Han still choose to leave?

...

In M Country, not far from Moon Bay, stood a vacation house.

Dusk was upon them, and the orange sun steadily vanished beyond the horizon. For a few seconds after the sun had fully set, the sea surface remained bathed in orange glow, an incredibly beautiful sight.

Fu Han had set up her camera half an hour prior, just to capture these brief moments. When the sea turned deep blue, she finally packed away her camera.

She was about to open her laptop to process the photos taken that day when a knock at the door interrupted her, followed by Bai Qian’s voice: "Xiaohan, your uncle is back, come down for dinner."

Dinner was the most elaborate meal of the day in this house, and since Fu Han wasn’t accustomed to the food of M Country, the servant prepared Chinese food every evening. Though the servant was Filipino, her Chinese cooking was genuinely well-made.

Through their time spent together, Fu Han could clearly feel that both Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian were sincerely kind to her. They were not like those distant relatives who feigned familiarity, nor did they impose tedious formalities on her daily.

Instead, they made sure everything was well-prepared in advance for Fu Han, respecting her decisions in all matters. They carved out dedicated time each day to chat with her, yet without binding her to their presence from dawn till dusk.

The love they offered Fu Han was the most comfortable kind of love.

Fu Han knew that her own parents had passed away trying to save Grandfather He when she was very young. Perhaps she savored the affection from Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian so much because she had never had the opportunity to experience this kind of love before.

She agreed crisply, put away the camera, locked her computer, and then left the room, taking Bai Qian’s hand as they descended the stairs.

Even before she reached the bottom, she could smell the delicious scent of the food. She had had lunch alone, and although the servant had prepared a variety of dishes, her appetite was nonexistent. Now, she was genuinely hungry.

She first saw Fu Xingbo’s silhouette, followed by the back of a man sitting next to him. Confused, she asked Bai Qian, "Auntie, do we have guests over tonight?"

"Yes," Bai Qian replied, patting Fu Han’s arm with a gentle smile. "Didn’t you say the day before yesterday that you wanted to learn painting? Your uncle thought it’d be too troublesome for you to commute to the training center every day, so he hired a painter to come stay with us and teach you personally."

Moved, Fu Han recalled how she had casually mentioned her dissatisfaction with her own sketches. She hadn’t expected they would take it to heart. She felt her nose tingle and said softly, "Auntie, you really don’t have to do this for me... I’m actually fine."

"It’s no trouble," Bai Qian replied, stroking Fu Han’s head, the warmth from her palm seeping into Fu Han’s heart. In a comforting tone, she added, "This painter is quite famous, and he just happens to be traveling here. We’ve merely invited him for some basic teaching. He’ll leave in ten days to half a month."

Fu Han nodded, not saying anything further.

Photography was her profession, her cherished career, but there were times when she couldn’t engage in it, like sleepless nights when, despite having her camera ready, she couldn’t venture out for a shoot. Learning to paint was solely to pass the time on such nights, so she felt it rather fitting and appropriate that the arrangement was just for ten days to half a month.

But as she and Bai Qian reached the dining room and Fu Xingbo and the so-called painter turned around, Fu Han felt as though a bolt of Heavenly Thunder had exploded right above her head.

"Why is it you?" she pointed at the man sitting next to Fu Xingbo, her fair face showing surprise.

"Xiaohan, how can you speak to your teacher like that? It’s impolite," Bai Qian chided gently, touching Fu Han’s hair. "I thought Mr. Wang Yixuan seemed interesting when we chatted on the plane, and it’s such a coincidence that he’s come to our home to apply for the position of the painter."

Fu Xingbo also rose, patting Fu Han indulgently. "You silly child, you aren’t familiar with painting, so you don’t know how impressive Teacher Wang Yixuan is. In every competition he enters, he always takes first place without fail."

"Is he really that amazing?" With support behind her, Fu Han deliberately used a provocative gaze to look at Wang Yixuan. She had already made up her mind that she wouldn’t let this noisy individual become her teacher.

Wang Yixuan, however, sat unfazed: "Didn’t I improve your painting this morning? Whether or not I’m impressive, you can see for yourself."

"What, you’ve met today?" Bai Qian exclaimed, covering her mouth in pretend surprise, though her eyes clearly sparkled with delight.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Fu Han coaxed her uncle while pouting: "Uncle, I don’t like this person. I don’t want him to teach me. Please send him away."

Before Fu Xingbo could respond, Wang Yixuan interjected: "It’s fine if you don’t want me to teach you. But I’ve already accepted the money, and it’s non-refundable."

With that, he got up, pretending to head out.

"Wait!" Fu Han couldn’t help but call out to him, confusion written all over her face, "Are you really only teaching me for ten days to eight months?"

"Of course." Wang Yixuan smiled broadly, nonchalant as he said, "My goal is to travel the world. If not for running out of money, I would have stayed in this place for a maximum of three days. Don’t worry, if you don’t ask me to leave when the time’s up, I’ll leave on my own."