Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 292: Calmness in the Bar

Chapter 292: Chapter 292: Calmness in the Bar

As soon as she entered the bar, a piercing smell of smoke hit her face. The air inside the bar was a mix of alcohol, perfume, and body odor, an amalgamation of scents that almost made Fu Han throw up the drink she had just consumed.

She noticed that Nan Qing’s eyebrows were furrowed high, indicating her dislike of the place, but He Xing remained expressionless. Could it be that he frequented this place and that was why he appeared so calm?

This thought made Fu Han very uncomfortable, especially when she recalled some past events—the times she had picked up a drunken He Xing from the bar, or the "intimate photos" of He Xing and Xia Ning drinking at a bar.

In reality, she knew she shouldn’t dwell on these things, as it was just torturing herself. After all, He Xing had explained himself; but some things are like that: understanding the logic is one thing, truly accepting it is quite another.

While she was zoning out, Nan Qing had already made her way toward the encirclement, pushing away anyone who blocked her path with rough movements.

The girls who were pushed aside were very upset, but when they saw He Xing behind Nan Qing, the anger on their faces immediately turned into infatuated expressions.

That did it, now it was Fu Han who was irritated. She couldn’t help but think that sometimes having a face that was too striking wasn’t a good thing; it attracted too much attention and was annoying.

She demonstratively took He Xing’s hand, almost as if she wanted to write "Taken" directly on her face.

With Nan Qing leading the way, they easily made it to the bar counter.

Nan Qing knocked on the bar and gestured to Wang Yixuan with a hook of her finger.

Wang Yixuan’s handsome eyebrows were knitted in displeasure, but he still leaned in cooperatively, "What’s up? Why are you here? Get lost, this is not a place for you."

Fu Han had initially been worried that Wang Yixuan might have some ill intentions towards Nan Qing. Surprisingly, not only did he not take the opportunity to move in closer, but he was also directly shooing people away, which made Fu Han reassess him positively.

She silently thought that perhaps beneath his frivolous facade, he wasn’t bad by nature; after all, her first impression of Wang Yixuan had been rather favorable.

The music in the bar was deafening, as if it could shake the roof off. The round lights overhead spun, and the dazzling lights shined down, turning some faces blue, some red, and others green, a house full of grotesque figures at first glance.

Fu Han didn’t like such lighting. Just as she was about to find a corner to hide, He Xing moved and blocked all the lights for her, immediately making her eyes feel a lot more comfortable.

Over there, Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan were shouting back and forth at each other; the words exchanged were void of substance, at the level of a petty schoolchildren’s quarrel.

Ji Liangchuan approached Fu Han and He Xing with a smile, his face, sporting light stubble, no less handsome, but the faint beard made him look even more manly.

While his lips curled up, he said, "He Xing, Fu Han, it’s rare for you to come here. Order whatever you want to drink, it’s on me."

Before Fu Han could speak, He Xing stepped in front of her, his tone somewhat cold, "No need, we’re just accompanying Nan Qing here. We’ll leave as soon as she’s done with her business."

Ji Liangchuan smiled, snapped his fingers, and ordered the bartender with a nonchalant air, "Two fresh juices."

After speaking, the smile on his face deepened, and he said with a grin, "Fu Han, I haven’t visited you since you were discharged from the hospital. How are you recovering?"

Fu Han poked her head out to reply, but He Xing unceremoniously pushed her head back behind him while he looked emotionlessly at Ji Liangchuan, "Thanks for your concern, my fiancée is fine."

He deliberately raised his voice when he said "fiancée," as if it went without saying.

Ji Liangchuan laughed and patted He Xing on the shoulder, "He Xing, you should have more confidence in yourself. I’ve said I won’t make a move, you’re being too paranoid."

"I’m very confident in myself," He Xing’s response was still devoid of any warmth, and his indifferent gaze swept around the bar, "There are a lot of people here today. Shouldn’t you be hosting them?"

Ji Liangchuan laughed again without further comment, turned around, and retreated behind the bar to resume his cocktail-mixing performance, drawing more shrieks from the crowd.

Fu Han looked at He Xing, still standing protectively in front of her, and she had an inkling that something about the dynamic between him and Ji Liangchuan had changed, but weren’t they supposed to be the best of friends?

But considering how He Xing had talked about Ji Liangchuan a few days ago, she thought the change might have happened gradually rather than overnight.

Wang Yixuan and Nan Qing had disappeared somewhere, but Fu Han and He Xing couldn’t just leave Nan Qing here all alone.

He Xing led Fu Han forward, finding a quiet corner to sit in. Just then, the fresh juices were delivered. He handed one to Fu Han, "The juice here is very well made, smooth and fresh. Give it a try."

The strange thoughts that Fu Han had managed to suppress earlier resurfaced. She struggled to hold back but eventually blurted out, "You seem quite familiar with this place."

He Xing took several moments to realize what she meant, and once he understood, he grabbed Fu Han’s hand, "Xiaohan, are you jealous?"

Fu Han’s face flushed red. She wanted to retort but ended up snorting dismissively, "Yes, I am jealous. So what?"

"Nothing at all," He Xing laughed even more joyously, kissed the back of Fu Han’s hand, and smiled extraordinarily wide, "Xiaohan, it’s always been me being jealous over you. Now that I see you being jealous over me, I’m truly very happy."

"I’ve never been jealous over you?" Fu Han was irked upon hearing this. She grew up competing with Xia Ning, practically eating jealousy for breakfast, and He Xing dared to say she wasn’t jealous. Was he blatantly lying?

At a glance, He Xing understood what was running through Fu Han’s mind, and he chuckled, "Alright, alright, I admit it was my fault before, always thinking that you and Xia Ning were just two little girls squabbling over nothing, without giving it much thought."

As he spoke, He Xing paused for a moment, right as the lighting hit his face, casting his features clearly in front of Fu Han. The smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a deep regret that reached his bones.

"Xiaohan, I need to sincerely apologize to you. We grew up together, I knew you liked me, and I liked you too, but I got used to your sacrifices for me. I always felt no matter what happened, you wouldn’t leave me. During the three years you were gone, I regretted every day; why didn’t I treasure you when you were by my side?"