Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 290: The Person in Front is the Love of My Heart

Chapter 290: Chapter 290: The Person in Front is the Love of My Heart

Fu Han received a Whatsapp video sent by Wang Yixuan while she and He Xing were swinging in the yard. She opened Whatsapp to take a look, and then sent a message out, "Where are you all?"

After receiving a reply, Fu Han immediately stood up.

He Xing, quick as a flash, grabbed her, "Xiaohan, where are you going?"

Fu Han sighed, "Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan pretended to be in love to provoke Su Cheng, but Su Cheng saw through it. Now, Nan Qing is terribly upset. I need to go and comfort her."

"I’ll go with you," He Xing naturally wrapped his arms around Fu Han’s waist and walked towards the villa with her, saying, "Uncle Zhou took grandfather for a walk. I don’t feel comfortable with you driving alone. I promise not to interfere while you’re talking to Nan Qing, okay?"

Fu Han looked at He Xing with some suspicion. Indeed, it had been a long time since she had driven, and why not make use of a free chauffeur when available? That was certainly true.

The two changed their clothes and drove out. While waiting for a red light, He Xing turned his head to look at Fu Han and smiled, "Xiaohan, something just occurred to me. You said Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan got together to stimulate Su Cheng. When you were with Su Cheng, was it to provoke me?"

Taken aback by such a question, Fu Han froze. She really didn’t want to answer, but He Xing was clearly determined to get to the bottom of it.

After thinking for a moment, she smiled pleasingly with the corners of her mouth turned upward; "Well... My time with Su Cheng wasn’t very long. You’re not still jealous about that, are you?"

The red light was already flashing, He Xing reached over to pinch Fu Han’s cheek, "Yes, I am jealous because you once said you liked Su Cheng. I’ve been anxious about it all along."

Fu Han laughed, though her smile was especially guilty, "Did I say that? I don’t remember. Perhaps it was because I thought Su Cheng was a very good friend, so I liked him."

"Just a friend?" The car started moving again, while He Xing’s gaze was fixed on the road, his words, however, were thick with jealousy, "I remember you didn’t emphasize that he was just a friend at that time."

Fu Han gently touched He Xing’s arm, her beautiful face wearing an obviously ingratiating smile, "Of course, just a friend. Who I like, others may not know, but don’t you know?"

He Xing’s lips curved up noticeably, but he still pretended to maintain a stern face, "How would I know if you don’t tell me?"

A breeze blew in through the sunroof, stirring Fu Han’s hair into a dance. Eventually, her long hair entangled with He Xing’s.

As she leaned over to fix her hair, she looked at He Xing and saw that his usually sharp facial lines had softened, the corners of his eyes and brows brimming with laughter.

Fu Han’s heart melted completely. She leaned in and kissed He Xing’s cheek, whispering softly, "The one before me is the one in my heart. Do you understand?"

He Xing freed one hand to hold Fu Han’s within his palm, speaking low and firmly, "The greatest wish of my life is to be with you forever and ever."

"We will, we’ll always be together, never parted." Fu Han answered, her eyes filled with an unshakable certainty, at this moment she had no doubts about their feelings for each other.

The sky and earth seemed to soften as well. The bustling cars on the road no longer seemed as annoying as ants, and the clamorous loudspeakers from the street vendors weren’t jarring anymore. All of this was the vibrant life that was an indispensable part of the world she and He Xing lived in.

The Lamborghini drove forward, accompanied by cheerful gazes all along the way, with nothing better than this.

If Nan Qing and Su Cheng could also find their happiness, how wonderful would that be?

He Xing parked the car in the underground parking lot, then the two took the elevator upstairs directly.

At that moment, under Fu Han’s stern reprimand, Wang Yixuan had already half-pulled, half-dragged Nan Qing back to her own art gallery.

Seeing Fu Han arrive, Wang Yixuan was like seeing a savior, his most enthusiastic interaction with her to date. After briefly explaining the situation, he slung his bag over his shoulder, ready to leave.

Fu Han casually asked, "Where are you headed?"

"Liangtao Bar." Wang Yixuan couldn’t have looked happier, and he playfully winked at He Xing, "Your friend Ji Liangchuan is pretty loyal. He said if I go to his bar, all drinks are half price, and there are lots of pretty girls in his bar."

Fu Han felt exasperated, having forgotten Ji Liangchuan was also a playboy, changing women as frequently as clothes—or rather, he didn’t have women, just one-night stands.

She waved her hand in disgust, "If you’re going, then go quickly, don’t lead others astray."

"Others?" Wang Yixuan was about to leave, but at her words, he suddenly paused. His attractive grape-like eyes shifted between Fu Han and He Xing ambiguously, "How do you know I’ll lead He Xing astray? What if He Xing has always been a bad boy?"

Fu Han was so frustrated she wished she could smack Wang Yixuan on the forehead. His mouth was the most uncontrollable thing she’d ever seen. Goodness, when she first met Wang Yixuan, he was dressed in a white suit, sitting quietly in front of a piano, looking so melancholic. It was all deception.

Knowing he had really offended Fu Han this time, Wang Yixuan dared not dawdle. With a quick "Goodbye," he bolted.

In the gallery, Nan Qing sat on a single sofa, with two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine already more than half-empty on the coffee table in front of her.

Fu Han and He Xing exchanged glances. He Xing left the gallery voluntarily, while Fu Han sat down on the sofa, "Nan Qing, I’ve already heard from Wang Yixuan. You... why are you being so foolish?"

Nan Qing reached for the wine bottle, but she accidentally knocked it over. Luckily, Fu Han’s quick reflexes allowed her to catch it.

"You want to drink? I’ll join you." Fu Han stood up, grabbed another wine glass, and poured wine for both of them.

She pushed Nan Qing’s glass into her hand, and then, contrary to her usual self, downed her own glass in one gulp.

Nan Qing was stunned as she looked at Fu Han with eyes misty with tears, "Fu Han, do you think I’m like a gambler? I clearly know I’m going to lose, but I can’t help myself. I just have to fight Su Cheng to the end."

The word "gambler" filled Fu Han with an inescapable sense of fate.

Indeed, love was something you couldn’t afford to dabble in; whoever got involved was bound to become a gambler. Nan Qing was like that, and wasn’t she the same? She was already twenty-five, having spent much of her life gambling on her feelings for He Xing.