Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 273: Gentle Kiss

Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Gentle Kiss

These words drew another thunderous round of applause, even Old Master He had red-rimmed eyes.

Fu Han turned her head to look at He Xing, only to find his eyes were not much better, with red veins faintly visible as if there were glistening tears. His white, obsidian-like eyeballs completed a pair of eyes that were shockingly memorable and moving.

Strangely enough, after Fu Han regained some of her memories at the observatory, she felt a deeper sense of identification with marrying He Xing. She was also crystal clear that she now had a good impression of He Xing, one that had become no different from affection.

Yet, when she actually stood on the stage, she suddenly became calm. The previous feeling of blood boiling violently throughout her body had disappeared.

She felt that everything should be just like this, and even felt as if she had seen this scene in a dream before; now, she was merely reenacting the dream.

Bai Wei’s drafted speech was really a bit long. By the time her tear-jerking part ended, she finally realized her throat was parched.

She cleared her throat and flashed a sweet smile, "Now comes the most thrilling moment. Please, the two newlyweds, put the rings on each other. Once the ring is on, you can’t escape for the rest of your lives."

Amidst the laughter of the guests, Nan Qing brought up the rings.

One blue and one pink, the two diamond rings lay quietly in the ring box. The pink diamond was as big as a baby’s thumb, while the blue diamond was somewhat smaller, as men’s rings seldom have such large diamonds.

Though neither diamond was exceptionally large, their quality was very good. They were rough diamonds bought by Old Master He at a high price.

To get the rings ready before their engagement ceremony, Old Master He had spent a lot of money to summon all the well-known craftsmen in City A. A group of people worked in shifts, day and night, to complete the rings.

He Xing picked up the pink diamond ring. Carefully, he cradled Fu Han’s hand and slid the ring onto her ring finger, making the pink diamond even more sparkling against her fair skin.

Fu Han stared dumbly at the ring on her hand, still finding it unbelievable. Such a small object had bound two people together forever. It was magical.

"Ahem," coughed Nan Qing, reminding Fu Han to put the ring on He Xing.

Bai Wei was more direct, shouting into the microphone, "Fu Han, stop admiring your diamond ring. He Xing is waiting for you."

Her straightforward words turned Fu Han’s face crimson, eliciting a hearty laugh from the audience below.

The laughter of the crowd pushed the atmosphere of the wedding banquet to its peak, with waves of excitement surpassing one another.

Fu Han touched the blue diamond, picked it up, and He Xing extended his hand willingly. She smiled slightly, and slowly, bit by bit, she pushed the ring onto He Xing’s middle finger; it fit perfectly, neither too tight nor too loose.

"All right, I now announce, He Xing, you may kiss your bride!" Bai Wei shouted loudly.

Nan Qing was anxiously reminding that she wasn’t yet a bride, but her words, lost amongst the uproarious guests, went unheard without a microphone.

Of course, He Xing wouldn’t miss any opportunity to kiss Fu Han. He cupped her cheeks tenderly and kissed her deeply, his heart filled with infinite tenderness.

It was a pity that at the time, Fu Han had no feeling of such sentiment. In her mind, there was only one thought, which was the warning He Xing gave to Bai Wei not to mess up their engagement banquet. It seemed to everyone that Bai Wei had not spoiled it, but Fu Han felt like she had been trapped by Bai Wei.

But could she push He Xing away? Of course not. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, and during the joy of an engagement, a kiss was nothing unusual; especially since she had just caught Xia Ning looking upset with a skewed mouth, which inexplicably filled her with pride, and she even felt an urge to aggravate Xia Ning further.

It was unknown how long it lasted, but amidst thunderous applause, the kiss that almost made Fu Han breathless finally ended. She no longer had any strength in her legs, and if not for He Xing holding her, she would have embarrassingly fallen to the ground.

The noon engagement banquet had already been prepared, and the guests were led by waiters to their appointed seats, whereas Fu Han and He Xing went upstairs to change clothes.

They had to toast each guest one by one, and their toast attire was Chinese-style, bright red and very festive—so festive that Nan Qing jested they couldn’t tell whether it was an engagement banquet or a wedding banquet.

Fu Han looked at herself in the mirror, wearing an exquisite Chinese-style red dress, while the makeup artist was helping her undo her pinned up hair, preparing to give her a Chinese bridal hairstyle.

The dressing table was covered with various hairpins and accessories. The gold hairpins were adorned with red gemstones that sparkled and cast a reddish glow on her face.

Her mind flashed back to the kiss during the engagement ceremony. He Xing’s approach was so gentle, as if he were handling the most precious treasure in the world, not daring to apply even a slightly stronger force.

She was disconcerted by the kiss at the time, not giving it much thought, but now, upon reflection, she found the lingering effect of the kiss overwhelming. She even began to look forward to the sweet life with He Xing after their marriage.

The hands of the two makeup artists were very nimble, and they worked together harmoniously. In no time at all, a hairstyle reminiscent of ancient brides seen only on television was skillfully pinned upon her head.

The makeup artists didn’t use any rubber bands or such; they fixed the incredibly complex hairstyle firmly in place just with those hairpins.

Fu Han gracefully rose to her feet. Though the Chinese-style dress wasn’t as form-fitting as Western gowns, wearing it gave her a sense of dignity and grandeur.

At first glance, one might think the Chinese dress was too fancy, the colors too bright, but the longer one looked, the more attractive it became, and the more endeared one became to the patterns on the fabric.

She decided then and there that she, too, must have a Chinese-style dress for her wedding day—a proper celebration called for such attire.

As she was changing her shoes, He Xing came in, already dressed in his Chinese-style attire.

Both their outfits were a matching color; both resplendently red with golden embroidery.

Fu Han had also once imagined what He Xing would look like in such clothes. Eventually, she believed it impossible to envision. He Xing mostly wore black, white, and grey, with the rare addition of blue. He had never worn such bright clothes—at least, not in Fu Han’s current memories.

But when He Xing stood before her in the splendid red attire, her mind stopped working. The only thought she had was that there indeed were men who could pull off such vibrant colors—and he even exuded a masculine charm wearing it.