Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 291: Preparing for Failure

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: Preparing for Failure

But now she was the one who needed to urge Nan Qing, and not just accompany Nan Qing in discussing the gambler’s problem. She forcibly calmed her heart and said in the gentlest voice possible, "Nan Qing, we can’t always get what we want in life; we may chase after things we desire, but even as we do, we must be prepared for the possibility of failure."

"No..." Nan Qing slurred, "Since I was little, whatever I wanted, I would have. I’ve never failed." Seeing that Fu Han did not respond, she pointed at her and said, "You don’t believe me, do you?"

"I believe you," replied Fu Han, her voice tender as if someone were softly humming a song, or like a breeze passing over a waveless field, "Nan Qing, you are a princess held in the palm of your parents, and some things you would get even if you didn’t want them, simply because your parents would go out of their way to make it happen. That’s why the fall you took here in Su Cheng hurts so much."

"You don’t understand, Fu Han, you don’t know," Nan Qing’s fair face streaked with tears as she looked at Fu Han with sorrow, "The person I’ve been desperately searching for is someone you disregard, and the person you love loves you back. How could you possibly understand?"

That sentence was like a thorn plunging fiercely into Fu Han’s heart, but she didn’t feel much pain, because on the way here, He Xing had already analyzed the pros and cons of her coming to console Nan Qing.

In the end, He Xing concluded, "You and Nan Qing are best friends, but your relationship is completely unequal when it comes to matters related to Su Cheng. Comforting her might backfire."

Fu Han agreed with what He Xing said, but she still insisted on coming, because she didn’t know who else could comfort Nan Qing, and it was clear that Nan Qing had been hit very hard.

Seeing Nan Qing’s tears pouring out non-stop, Fu Han felt very distressed.

She sat up on the armrest of Nan Qing’s sofa, wrapped her arms around Nan Qing’s shoulders, and said in a low voice, "I’m sorry, I know that part of the hurt you are enduring now is because of me. I don’t want you to be so upset, truly, from the bottom of my heart, I hope you can be happy."

Nan Qing held back for a long time, but finally couldn’t help herself, hugging Fu Han’s waist and bursting into sobs once again.

Her tears fell like beads from a broken string, pattering down, probably the most heartbroken she had cried since she could remember.

Actually, she knew that this had nothing to do with Fu Han, because even Su Cheng himself had told Nan Qing that Fu Han had never expressed liking for Su Cheng, and Fu Han had even tried multiple times to bring Su Cheng and Nan Qing together.

But what use was that? Su Cheng only had eyes and heart for Fu Han, and even as she was approaching marriage, Su Cheng had never thought of giving up.

When one thinks about it, Su Cheng and she were both pitiful, fixed on a hopeless love, knowing they should give up, yet always harboring that last unspeakable hope.

God knows how long passed, and when Fu Han’s clothes were drenched in a large patch, Nan Qing finally stopped crying. She looked at Fu Han with swollen red eyes, "I want to go find Wang Yixuan, will you come with me?"

Reason told Fu Han that she should not only refuse Nan Qing’s request but also seriously warn her to stay away from Wang Yixuan in the future.

That man was like a toxin; every woman who got close to him would be drawn in, and he only wanted to play for a one-night stand, never intending to be entangled for life.

At first glance, Wang Yixuan seemed to share similarities with Ji Liangchuan, both flitting from one brief encounter to another, but there were differences after all.

A few days earlier, He Xing shared reflectively with Fu Han that actually, Ji Liangchuan was a man of deep commitment, but because the woman he loved most in his life had died, he lost himself in hedonism.

But to Fu Han, it felt like Wang Yixuan’s most important things in life were only three: music, painting, and traveling. As for the rest, they held no significance to him.

No woman could hold Wang Yixuan’s attention; every woman in his life was just passing through, and not one left any significant mark on his life.

Ji Liangchuan was heartbroken, whereas Wang Yixuan simply lacked a heart.

Yet, how could Fu Han bring herself to say no, seeing Nan Qing’s imploring eyes before her?

All she could do was force Nan Qing to wash her face and reapply her makeup, to somewhat conceal her eyes, now swollen as walnuts, before letting He Xing drive them to Liangtao Bar.

On the road, the two girls sat in the back seat, holding hands like two drowning persons who knew they would sink, yet still clung to each other’s hands, unwilling to let go.

He Xing occasionally glanced at Fu Han through the rearview mirror, but Fu Han’s eyes were either fixed on Nan Qing or staring out the window. During the twenty-minute journey, they didn’t exchange a single glance.

Somehow, He Xing’s heart suddenly felt heavy. Even though Fu Han was sitting less than a meter behind him, he felt as if she was as far away as if she were in another world.

Liangtao Bar was just one of the numerous unremarkable bars in A City, not especially large or well-located; yet it had a certain reputation in the city.

The reason for this, somewhat embarrassingly, was mainly because the owner, Ji Liangchuan, was an undeniable handsome man, and he was the type who could easily score with a girl if she was even slightly proactive.

There was just one thing - he was never emotionally involved and never spent more than one night with the same girl, which earned him a moniker in A City: "The One-Night Stand Young Master."

They say Ji Liangchuan was quite pleased with the nickname, feeling it hit the mark, and his parents were far from happy when they heard it, leading to several arguments.

But their anger was futile; if Ji Liangchuan was willing to heed their advice, he’d have been married by now, and wouldn’t have such a bad reputation. No prominent family in A City would marry their daughters off to Ji Liangchuan.

And for the girls of slightly lesser standing, Ji Liangchuan’s affluent and influential parents disapproved, so despite their disdain for him, he surprisingly led a leisurely life unlike others constantly pressured by their parents into arranged meetings, which was a stroke of luck in disguise.

It’s rumored that Ji Liangchuan took pride in this. He often boasted about the matter, saying he didn’t have to be troubled by marriage.

A few days ago, He Xing told Fu Han that Wang Yixuan had frequently visited Liangtao Bar, becoming close drinking buddies with Ji Liangchuan. Frankly, Fu Han had trouble accepting this.

But as she really arrived at Liangtao Bar today, and saw Ji Liangchuan teaching Wang Yixuan how to mix a cocktail, the two of them chatting and laughing, with circles of girls clustering around them like satellites, she had no choice but to believe it.