Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 259 Meeting After Returning Home

Chapter 259: Chapter 259 Meeting After Returning Home

For no apparent reason, Fu Han felt her face warm up as she approached the trio. She coughed awkwardly and said, "You all came to pick me up. Why didn’t you send me a message in advance?"

Among the three, only Nan Qing was a girl. She affectionately linked arms with Fu Han, smiling so brightly it was as if her face could glow, "I asked for your flight details, which obviously meant I would come to pick you up. Do I still need to tell you that?"

Fu Han smiled, feeling a warm sensation slowly spreading in her heart. It was true she had amnesia, but she could always feel Nan Qing’s genuine affection for her.

He Xing naturally took Fu Han’s suitcase and backpack, speaking gently, "It’s good that you landed safely. Grandpa is waiting for you; I’ll take you to see him."

Fu Han nodded. Her main reason for coming back was to visit Grandpa He, so naturally, she should head to the hospital first.

Before they could leave, however, Wang Yixuan hobbled over to them and flashed Fu Han a twelve-toothed smile, "See you tomorrow, Fu Han. Remember, you haven’t finished today’s homework. I’ll check it tomorrow."

Wang Yixuan, on the surface, appeared carefree, but in reality, he was very serious about his work. He assigned Fu Han a hefty amount of homework every day. If Fu Han didn’t complete it, the amount would double the next day. If the work wasn’t up to mark, she had to redo it.

Today, Fu Han had not finished two of her sketch paintings. She had hoped to bluff her way through, but now it seemed impossible.

Her face fell, and she pouted in displeasure, "You stubborn, obsolete old man, get lost. You annoy me just by being here."

He Xing’s expression had already soured at the sight of Wang Yixuan, and at Fu Han’s words, his frown deepened even more. He had a stomach full of questions, but he refrained from speaking out impulsively, fearing it would upset Fu Han.

Nan Qing, on the other hand, had no such reservations. She patted Fu Han’s arm and asked directly, "Fu Han, who is this person? Why don’t I recognize him, and what’s your relationship?"

For the first time, He Xing felt a tiny bit of appreciation for Nan Qing, simply because she had voiced the question in his heart.

Compared to their curiosity, Fu Han was quite calm. She glanced at Wang Yixuan and said irritatedly, "He’s a painting teacher hired by my uncle and aunt. They couldn’t come back this time and didn’t feel comfortable leaving me alone, so Mr. Wang is here to accompany me."

After Fu Han finished speaking, her gaze drifted intentionally or unintentionally across He Xing’s face, which seemed to have lightened his expression. Her own heart felt inexplicably more at ease.

"Oh, I see," Nan Qing said, her smile deepening. She reached out to shake hands with Wang Yixuan, "Hello, my name is Nan Qing, Fu Han’s best friend. I also paint; perhaps we could exchange pointers sometime."

"It would be my honor," Wang Yixuan replied, even bowing slightly, an utterly gentlemanly gesture.

Fu Han was stunned. She could scarcely believe this was the same Wang Yixuan—the man known for his biting remarks and unpleasant speech—now standing before her.

A faint blush appeared on Nan Qing’s cheeks, her heart stirred. She examined Wang Yixuan more carefully.

Su Cheng naturally had a dislike for any man who appeared close to Fu Han. Seeing Nan Qing blush only fueled his anger.

Without regard for the fact that Nan Qing was still speaking with Wang Yixuan, Su Cheng grabbed her hand and pulled her back to his side, then coldly gazed at Wang Yixuan, "So you are the one Brother Qinghe mentioned, the one who wants to be friends with Bai Wei and pursue Fu Han?"

With that, the complexions of the five individuals present changed, except for Wang Yixuan.

He Xing got to know Wang Yixuan at the same time as Fu Han. He even had Wang Yixuan play the wedding march for Fu Han. He never expected that by the time he heard about Fu Han’s whereabouts, this man would already be by her side; and now that she returned, he was still there. Any man would be hard-pressed not to be suspicious, especially someone like He Xing who was quick to jealousy.

Nan Qing’s face was burning, not because of Wang Yixuan but Su Cheng. Ever since she was a child with her round face and big grape-like eyes, she was popular; numerous boys pursued her, yet Su Cheng had never shown any jealousy. He would even advise Nan Qing not to be too picky, suggesting it was good enough to be liked.

But just now, Nan Qing’s mere handshake with Wang Yixuan had set Su Cheng aflame—a reaction unheard of in the past. So, how could Nan Qing not be delighted, not blush? She wanted to celebrate with fireworks.

Fu Han blushed for a different reason: she had never expected Su Cheng, who usually wore an ever-present smile, to be so blunt with his words; it left her rather embarrassed.

Amidst the bustling airport exit, where parting souls were reuniting with hugs and laughter, imbuing the cold space with a sense of warmth, it seemed that all these emotions had nothing to do with Fu Han and her companions; all eight eyes were fixed on Wang Yixuan, waiting for his response.

A smile gradually appeared on Wang Yixuan’s face as he surveyed each person, as if striving to read their minds.

Finally, his gaze settled on Su Cheng, the inquirer, "Yeah, that’s me, Wang Yixuan, the one who can’t take his eyes off a beauty. What about it?"

If Su Cheng’s words were a bomb, then Wang Yixuan’s were the fuse igniting it.

He Xing was the first to react. He took a step forward, shielding Fu Han as though he were a mountain. He looked at Wang Yixuan with a deadly stare, "Don’t blame me for not warning you. If you dare have any improper thoughts about Fu Han, I will make your life a living hell."

Wang Yixuan, hands in the pockets of his white sweatpants, looked nonchalant yet undeniably cool, and the frosty undertones were undeniable in his flirtatious eyes. "What if I don’t listen to you?"

In the past, Fu Han had only known about He Xing’s formidable presence, but she had not anticipated Wang Yixuan’s ability to stand his ground against He Xing so coolly. She was somewhat surprised, realizing she might have underestimated Wang Yixuan.

The air seemed to solidify, making even breathing difficult.

Fu Han knew that if she didn’t speak up, the situation could spiral out of control, and nobody could predict what might happen.

Looking up at He Xing, standing before her like a mountain, she reached out and gently touched his arm. She hadn’t even spoken, yet the suffocating atmosphere dissipated as if it had never been.