Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 283 Gentle Breeze, Mild Clouds

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 Gentle Breeze, Mild Clouds

The lighter she took forgiving herself, the more distressed He Xing became.

In the past, Fu Han was like a hedgehog covered in spines, never the type to endure losing her teeth and swallowing the blood without retaliation.

He Xing remembered that when Fu Han and Xia Ning’s group would clash, their harsh words could infuriate Fu Han; but she was not one to be trifled with. Even if she couldn’t retort at the time, she would take note, and when the time was right, she would get her revenge twofold.

Therefore, if one were to truly keep score, although Xia Ning often deliberately provoked, Fu Han didn’t suffer; in fact, if one were to tally up their skirmishes, Xia Ning ended up the loser more often, as Xia Ning’s malice was overt and she wouldn’t know how to hit back when fed a soft nail.

If it were the old Fu Han who was wronged by He Xing like this, she would have created a storm for days and nights on end, rather than, as it is now, being not only forgiving but also feeling she was the one at fault.

A gust of night wind blew, and He Xing felt a sourness in his eyes, raising a hand to rub them, suddenly unsure what to say; he had predicted Fu Han would get angry, he had even planned how to appease her, but alas...

In the hazy moonlight, Fu Han’s profile was so gentle, as if a layer of glimmer had settled on her face from the moonlight, as though she herself was emitting light.

The two sat opposite each other at a round table, each holding a small wine glass. The swaying red in the glasses resembled the rolling waves atop the ocean, with some riding the tumultuous wind and waves, while others awaited the tide’s retreat.

In this world, everyone has their own choices, and everyone’s choices are different; some choose to give up, and there will be others who choose to persist; some choose to evade, while others choose to confront.

A bottle of red wine was nearly empty, and Fu Han slightly tilted her head back, drinking the last sip from the glass.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting dense, fan-like shadows on her cheeks, giving the impression her face was shrouded in shadow, but her features were not obscured; in fact, they became even clearer.

Seeing that Fu Han was about to stand up and leave, He Xing panicked, throwing caution to the wind, he blurted out, "Xiaohan, that day we got engaged, you fell into the water, what exactly happened?"

Bending over to set down her wine glass, Fu Han looked towards He Xing with a grave gaze, "If I told you, would you believe me?"

"I would, I’ll believe anything you say," He Xing replied eagerly, as though afraid a moment’s delay would rob him of another chance to speak.

He looked up at Fu Han standing before him, the longing in his eyes, the passion on his face, and the unceasing hope... much like a soul trapped in hell yearning for heaven.

Fu Han still kept her gaze lowered toward He Xing, a smile suddenly appearing at the corner of her lips, spreading in all directions until her entire face was smiling, "Since you believe what I say, then is there any need for me to say more?"

This was another unexpected response. He Xing froze, processing Fu Han’s answer while being captivated by her smile. After thinking it over, he spoke up again, "But Xiaohan, I really want to know what exactly happened that day."

The moment he voiced this, He Xing regretted it, realizing that although Fu Han’s face was all smiles, that mirth didn’t reach her eyes. On the contrary, her eyes were as cold as icicles under the eaves in winter.

As expected, the smile on Fu Han’s face vanished in an instant, and she snorted, "If I tell you that Xia Ning called me despicable for leveraging my parents’ life-saving grace to marry you, claimed that she should marry you because her mother saved you, would you believe that?"

"Really?" He Xing asked almost instinctively, which couldn’t be blamed on him; even as composed as he was, Fu Han’s words were beyond his wildest dreams.

"See, I say nothing and you’re all over me to get to the bottom of it, yet when I do speak, you don’t believe it," Fu Han scoffed, not saying more, and turned to walk toward her own room, not pausing for a second.

He Xing, coming back to his senses, chased after Fu Han frantically. A voice inside him warned that if he let Fu Han return to her room just like this, he would no longer have any chance to get close to her.

He caught up to Fu Han at the door to her room; too anxious, he pulled her back and pushed her against the wall, "Xiaohan, listen to me, I don’t disbelieve you, really."

The dimly lit corridor was suddenly flooded with light as he began speaking, the sound-activated lights turning on and making it as bright as day.

Fu Han looked up at He Xing, clearly seeing the urgency and — fear — in his eyes.

But for some reason, she didn’t relent this time; she even felt tired. She tried to push He Xing away, but his strength was too great, she exerted all her might, yet he didn’t budge.

Looking straight into He Xing’s eyes, she said word by word, "Fine, I know you believe me, and I know your doubts are reasonable. What I said earlier was just nonsense, you shouldn’t take it seriously. It’s late, and I would like to go to sleep, may I?"

He Xing’s gaze dropped to Fu Han, her shining eyes and her lips, vivid as the most vibrant rose. He longed to kiss her, but...

About a few minutes later, He Xing finally gave in. He released Fu Han’s shoulders, stepping back slightly, "Xiaohan, it’s late, you should go to sleep."

Fu Han gave He Xing one more look, but that was all it was, a brief glance, and the next second, she entered her room without looking back.

Feeling insecure, even in the He Family household, she always made sure to lock her bedroom door, and not just with one lock, but two. But this time, she only closed the door without locking it, leaning against the wall next to it and waiting for a while, silently wishing that if He Xing made a bold move to enter, she would never again be cold or harsh to him.

But she waited a while, only to hear the sound of He Xing’s departing footsteps in the end.

The last line of defense in Fu Han’s heart finally crumbled; her back pressed against the wall, she felt as though she had lost all strength and slid down slowly until she was sitting on the floor.

Even Fu Han didn’t understand what she was being so stubborn about. Recalling the past should have been a happy thing, yet she just couldn’t bring herself to feel happy.

Perhaps it was because after He Xing knew about her regained memory, his concern was to apologize for the disfiguring accident, but in the end, Fu Han didn’t really care about her disfigurement from the car accident, since her face had healed.

He Xing’s indecision made her uncomfortable. Why did you never apologize for this when I had amnesia, but now that I remember, you do?