Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 287: Degenerating Together

Chapter 287: Chapter 287: Degenerating Together

The next second, He Xing had already swept Fu Han up in his arms and was running toward the nearby RV while instructing Liang Tao, who was playing with his phone, "Hurry up and find the medical kit."

To shoot the night and street scenes, it was Liang Tao that had brought He Xing’s Lamborghini over; but Fu Han felt sympathy for Liang Tao when she saw him drenched in sweat after getting out of the car. It really was a challenge for him to drive such a luxury car. What if he scratched it by accident? Who would be responsible then?

Upon hearing his boss’s command, Liang Tao ran reflexively toward the front, returning in less than a minute with a medical kit in his arms.

Inside the RV, He Xing set Fu Han down on the sofa, then carefully removed her high heels to examine her ankles, blowing gently on her scraped ankle with a pained expression.

That’s how adults would blow gently when little children get hurt or stumble.

From Fu Han’s angle, all she could see was the top of He Xing’s head. His hair was sprayed with gel, styled impressively, sprinkled with gold dust and golden stars and crescent moons that twinkled under the light, quite striking.

Originally, her ankle truly hurt, but as He Xing kept blowing on it, Fu Han felt like the pain in her foot was subsiding.

With the medical kit around, He Xing first disinfected Fu Han’s wound with iodine, then applied anti-inflammatory medicine, and finally stuck an adhesive bandage on it.

Seeing the photographer and the others still waiting outside from the corner of her eye, she spoke softly, "I’m fine now, let’s just hurry up and take the photos, so we don’t delay everyone’s time off work."

"We’re not shooting anymore," said He Xing, turning to Liang Tao, "You go and tell the photographer and the crew outside that today’s shoot is over. Please ask them to go home."

Fu Han’s eyes widened in surprise, "But... didn’t you say that the wedding photos are memories for a lifetime, hoping that when we’re old and toothless we could sit on the sofa and reminisce about our youth?"

"But..." He Xing brushed Fu Han’s hair. Because of the upswept style, her hair was full of countless small clips. Caught off guard, it felt as though He Xing’s palm was pricked, but his expression remained unchanged. Instead, he smiled even more happily, "Xiaohan, I hope you’ll always remember one thing: you are the most important person in my heart."

Fu Han remembered similar words from He Xing in her memories, and how moved she was at that time; but what exactly happened to make her no longer moved by such things now?

Her nose felt a bit sour as she reached out to hold He Xing’s hand. She didn’t say a word, just hummed softly.

Although He Xing was trying hard to stay calm, his heart was like a stormy sea. How long had it been since Fu Han had taken the initiative to hold his hand?

Since Fu Han woke up from the car accident? No, it started more than three years ago when Fu Han and Xia Ning both fell into the water, and he chose to take Xia Ning to the hospital.

Since then, even though Fu Han was by his side, he always had the illusion that she might leave him at any moment.

He Xing clasped Fu Han’s hand in response, not with much strength, but the security it conveyed was overwhelming, giving Fu Han a sense of finally finding where she belonged.

At that moment, the barriers between them finally disappeared, and the purest, clearest emotions that belonged to just the two of them were finally returned to them.

They were acutely aware that they wanted to love each other.

The kiss began unknowingly, it was unclear who initiated it, but it was lingering and filled with poignant romance.

Liang Tao discreetly exited the RV, carefully closing the door behind him.

He then drove the RV directly to the He family villa to drop them off, while he followed behind in He Xing’s Lamborghini.

Liang Tao could be considered one of the witnesses to their relationship. Since Fu Han returned last year, he had seen too many exceptions He Xing made, and the only person to whom He Xing made exceptions was Fu Han alone.

...

That night, after taking a bath and about to dry her hair, Fu Han heard a knock on her door from the outside; the corners of her mouth involuntarily curved into a smile.

Upon opening the door, there indeed stood He Xing.

She didn’t invite him in, but instead asked with a beaming smile, "What brings you here so late at night? You’re not thinking of stepping over the threshold, are you?"

He Xing threaded his hand through the gap in the door and tousled Fu Han’s damp hair, "I heard you finished your bath, and I was wondering if I might have the honor of helping you dry your hair."

Fu Han tilted her head, pretending to ponder, then stepped back and opened the door, "Your suggestion isn’t bad. It’s a free labor, why not use it."

The hair dryer blew warm air as He Xing’s fingers weaved through Fu Han’s long hair, his touch gentle and loving.

Through the mirror, Fu Han watched He Xing, his head slightly bowed, his gaze focused intently on her hair. His thick, curled eyelashes made his face appear so tender.

She thought to herself how wonderful it would be if time could just stand still at this moment.

Two hours later, Fu Han got up to pull He Xing, who was lounging in the hanging chair, "Alright, you should go back to sleep, I’m really tired and need to sleep."

He Xing pulled her into his arms as she sat down, his arms encircled her waist, "I’m tired too and don’t feel like moving. Would you grant me the kindness of letting me stay the night?"

As he spoke, the breath from his words tickled Fu Han’s neck, causing her face to blush hotly. She struggled to break free while saying discontentedly, "Please, your room is less than twenty meters away from mine, don’t tell me you can’t even walk that distance."

"I really can’t move an inch," He Xing said with a smile, then the next second, his hot kiss landed on Fu Han’s neck.

Fu Han couldn’t remember how many times He Xing had kissed her today, yet her face still flamed red, shyly wishing she could hide in his embrace and never come out.

As Fu Han was kissed into a daze, she suddenly felt He Xing’s roaming hands slipping inside her clothes. His touch on her skin was like a slow electric current sapping away the last bit of her strength.

Just surrender to it, let yourself fall.

That’s what a voice in her head suggested, but then a chill seemed to explode in her mind, and all the boiling blood cooled off at once.

Somehow finding strength, Fu Han pushed He Xing away with a slap. She fixed her disheveled clothes, her face still flushed as she said, "It’s late. You should go sleep."

"Alright," responded He Xing, also dazed. He headed toward the door without protest, but after a couple of steps, he suddenly came back to Fu Han, bent down to hug her, and left a light peck on her cheek, "Xiaohan, go to sleep early, sweet dreams!"