Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 263: The War of Two Men

Chapter 263: Chapter 263: The War of Two Men

"Who asked for your help?" Su Cheng slapped away Nan Qing’s hand with such force that her hand immediately turned red.

"What kind of man are you?" Suddenly, someone grabbed Su Cheng and threw him forcefully onto the sofa; it was Wang Yixuan, pointing at Su Cheng, he said, "If you like Fu Han, go win her back. She’s neither engaged nor married yet. But why are you taking out your anger on Nan Qing here?"

Struggling to his feet with hands and feet, Su Cheng pushed against Wang Yixuan’s shoulder, "And what kind of man are you? Flirting with every woman you see, you’re scum, you know that?"

Nan Qing saw Wang Yixuan’s face darken completely, she hurriedly stopped him, "He’s drunk, don’t stoop to his level. I apologize on his behalf."

Wang Yixuan’s fist had already been lifted, but upon hearing this, he took a deep look at Nan Qing and ultimately lowered his fist, "I’ll let you off just this once."

"It’s me who can’t be bothered arguing with you." Su Cheng, slurring, waved his arms and shouted at Wang Yixuan, seemingly not ready to stop until a fight broke out.

Yet, Wang Yixuan acted as if he saw nothing, walking straight to an armchair on the side and sitting down. He snapped his fingers confidently, and immediately a waiter brought over a drink.

Feeling bored, Su Cheng waved his hand and shook off Nan Qing’s supporting hand, staggering towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Nan Qing quickly followed, very anxious.

"To find Fu Han." Su Cheng glared sideways at Nan Qing, "Don’t you dare follow me!"

He looked back every two steps, and finally, he hailed a taxi and left; Nan Qing was both angry and worried, but there was nothing she could do. Stamping her foot forcefully, she hesitated about whether or not to follow him.

"Remember, you’re his friend, not his mother." Wang Yixuan had emerged from the bar at some point, leaning nonchalantly against the door frame with an effortless cool, "He’s in a taxi, not drunk-driving; he’s a boy, not a girl. So as long as he can speak clearly and has money in his pocket, the odds are he’ll be fine."

Nan Qing thought about it and felt he made sense. Recalling what Su Cheng had said earlier, she also felt a bit sad, as she had genuinely intended to console Su Cheng, but he thought she was there to mock him.

Feeling disillusioned, she didn’t say anything further and returned to the bar to pay the bill, before turning around and heading out.

Her gallery wasn’t far from here, about a half-hour walk away, passing through a historic park full of towering trees.

Not wanting to call a taxi, she simply entered the park and chose a less-traveled shaded path to walk down.

The summer sun was dazzling, and it pierced through the mottled tree shadows like scattered diamonds, quite beautiful.

Nan Qing purposely stepped where the sunlight touched the ground, and when the sunlight fell on her feet, she felt as if she was wearing crystal shoes.

Then a breeze came along, rustling the leaves against each other, producing a whispering sound like someone playing an unknown symphony, which was incredibly pleasant to hear.

Under a towering tree ahead, there was a bench. Nan Qing walked over and sat down, squinting and leaning back, basking in the sunlight, the summer breeze, and the singing of the leaves.

Footsteps approached her, and she slowly opened her eyes, greeting Wang Yixuan, who had already sat down beside her, with a smile as radiant as flowers, "Thank you for your kindness."

Wang Yixuan smiled, "So you knew I was following."

...

The He Family villa.

Grandfather He was discharged from the hospital. Although it was called a discharge, it was almost like being in the hospital since all the possible machines needed were moved to his home. His ward at home was set up just like a hospital ward.

Fu Han originally disagreed with Grandfather He being discharged, but after seeing how the ward was arranged, she felt relieved and personally helped him back to his room.

A stay in the hospital had caused Grandfather He to lose a noticeable amount of weight, nearly skin and bones. He patted Fu Han’s arm, "I’d like to stay here on my own for a while; go and arrange your room."

Under the servant’s guidance, Fu Han came to her own room, which had excellent natural lighting with two windows—one facing the garden downstairs, the other facing the observatory on the hilltop—boasting a lovely view.

She heard from the servant that this was her old room, cleaned daily with the layout unchanged. She walked around the room, feeling no sense of familiarity.

In the end, Fu Han picked up a photo album and sat on the swing chair on the balcony to look through it slowly. Inside were many photos: her solo pictures, pictures of her with He Xing, pictures of her with Grandfather He, and He Xing’s solo pictures. At the back of the album, she saw an old photo of a family of three.

The years had faded it, but upon close examination, she felt that the young woman in the photo indeed looked a bit like Fu Xingbo, confirming they were indeed siblings—after all, what could be more convincing than a paternity test?

"This is your father and mother," He Xing’s gentle voice came from above her.

Fu Han turned her head slightly to look at He Xing, the upward angle being especially challenging to his appearance, but even with such a harsh vantage point, He Xing remained impeccably handsome with his perfect jawline, straight nose, full forehead, and eyelashes thick as if they were false.

If one must nitpick, it might be his thin lips, which don’t seem like much from the front, but from this angle, they give a slightly aloof impression.

Her eyes traveled further down, noticing the top two buttons of He Xing’s shirt were undone, his clear collarbones faintly visible. The somewhat large shirt made him look a bit slender.

"What are you looking at?" He Xing’s lips quirked upward, softening the stern expression on his handsome face, reducing the coldness implied by his lips.

Realizing what she had been gazing at, Fu Han’s face flushed slightly as she awkwardly turned away, "I... I was wondering if you’ve lost weight?"

"Yeah," He Xing admitted readily, smiling and frowning, "You left suddenly, without a word, and I couldn’t find you. How could I not lose weight?"

Fu Han looked at He Xing with her large, grape-like eyes, unable to discern if his words were sincere, as his smile was too suggestive.

He Xing slowly reached out, inching closer to Fu Han, fearful his brashness would cause her discomfort, but fortunately, when his hand touched the top of her head, she showed no sign of resistance, "Xiaohan, rest assured, I will not let you down."

"Hmm, I know." Fu Han felt the warmth from He Xing’s palm, touching the diamond ring on her finger, it seemed as though the ring, once cold, also started to feel warm.

She told herself it was enough; even if her heart harbored faintly mixed emotions, the joy was real. That was enough.