Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 293: Punish As You Will

Chapter 293: Chapter 293: Punish As You Will

Although she tried hard to restrain herself, Fu Han still couldn’t help shedding tears. She punched He Xing forcefully, "You’re really annoying, why would you say those things all of a sudden?"

"I’m sorry, it was my fault, I won’t say it again," He Xing held Fu Han in his arms, gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, and kissed her forehead, "I won’t ever make you cry again, okay?"

"That’s what you said," Fu Han turned her tears into laughter, looking slyly at He Xing, "Then promise me, what will you do if you make me cry in the future?"

He Xing’s face changed immediately, he tapped Fu Han’s forehead lightly, "Spit spit spit, don’t say things like that, you know that good things don’t happen but bad ones do, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a noisy commotion came from within the bar, grating on the ears, but Fu Han’s mood inexplicably improved, and her heart was lifted by the sounds of cheer.

She blinked playfully, "After all, it was you who said you wouldn’t make me cry again. Don’t you have confidence in your own words?"

"Of course I have confidence," He Xing became anxious, clutching Fu Han’s hand tightly, afraid she would slip away like a fish, "Xiaohan, if I break my word, whatever you ask me to do, I will do it, okay?"

"That’s more like it," Fu Han smiled. At that moment, she felt as if she was back at the age of eighteen, vibrant and fresh, hence so irresistible.

That was when she loved He Xing the most because back then she was certain they would be together for a lifetime, boldly asking for their marriage despite the shyness of a young girl.

Of course, now Fu Han’s love for He Xing had not diminished at all, but she was no longer that eighteen-year-old girl who would wait night and day for He Xing to tell her he loved her.

Now, she had experienced some of society’s harshness; she knew that love alone was not enough for a marriage. To sustain a marriage, many other things were necessary.

She envied her eighteen-year-old self, who could see everything clearly, yet she did not wish to revert to the naivety of her younger days, where her only purpose was that one person.

Perhaps it was He Xing’s illusion, but he always felt that after Fu Han regained her memory, it was as if there was an invisible mist of light around her, always emanating a sense of sadness, and she always seemed as though she might disappear any moment.

It was precisely because of this feeling that He Xing was even more eager to keep Fu Han by his side forever. Thus, when Old Master He suggested that He Xing should speak the truth and let Fu Han decide whether to marry or not; He Xing’s choice was still to stake everything on it. He hoped to keep Fu Han by his side first, then gradually reveal the truth to her.

Keeping Fu Han was, for He Xing, the most important thing.

Therefore, he didn’t hesitate and told Fu Han, "Okay, I’ll do as you say. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do."

Fu Han finally smiled happily, contentedly leaning on He Xing’s shoulder, her beautiful eyes aimlessly searching around the bar,

Suddenly, she felt like someone was staring at her from the corner. She looked in that direction and saw Nan Qing standing against the wall right across from her, her dark eyes fixated on her.

Standing there expressionless, she managed to startle Fu Han.

Fu Han, while adjusting her emotions, walked towards Nan Qing and finally spoke when she reached her, "Nan Qing, have you settled things with Wang Yixuan?"

Previously, Nan Qing wanted to find Wang Yixuan, and after she came, she said she wanted to talk to him alone. So they went to Ji Liangchuan’s private waiting room, and Fu Han and He Xing had been waiting until now.

It took several seconds before Nan Qing finally responded, she looked up at Fu Han; "It’s settled, let’s go, I want to return to Huating No.1."

Fu Han took a moment to realize which place Nan Qing was referring to.

Although Huating No.1 was a rented house, the time Fu Han spent there was wonderful, and this happiness was provided by Nan Qing, for which she was full of gratitude.

After arriving at the 25th floor of Huating No.1, Fu Han said to He Xing, who was following behind them, "I’ll stay here tonight, you go back. Drive safely."

"Okay," He Xing nodded without surprise, "Then I’ll stay in the next room, just call me if you need anything."

"You’re staying here too?" Fu Han’s pretty eyebrows furrowed, she said helplessly, "If you stay here, won’t Grandpa be lonely at home by himself?"

"It’s alright, he’s used to it," He Xing silently patted Fu Han’s head, then turned to make a call to Liang Tao, asking him to coordinate with the property management to deliver the keys.

Fu Han followed Nan Qing into 2501, and Nan Qing, after two steps, suddenly turned back and closed the door with a snap.

She looked at Fu Han with a calm expression, "The reason I live here is because I don’t want to see my parents being affectionate in front of me, so I don’t want to see you and He Xing being lovey-dovey in front of me either."

Though the words were somewhat hurtful upon closer listening, Fu Han had always been conservative, never being overly intimate with He Xing in front of others. She told herself that Nan Qing was in a bad mood and needed to be accommodated.

She opened the living room window to let in some air. Then she went to the kitchen to boil water and cleaned the coffee machine before she started making coffee.

Grinding coffee beans was a laborious task, but if time allowed, she enjoyed it. She took pleasure in the process, doing something simple and monotonous with undivided attention.

She made coffee and brought it out. Nan Qing was sitting in the hanging chair, staring into space, her hands around her knees, her chin resting on them, her look vacant as if her soul had left her body.

Fu Han sighed softly, inscrutably, knowing how complicated and hurtful matters of the heart could be.

"Have some coffee," Fu Han handed the coffee cup to Nan Qing, in the delicate white porcelain cup was brown coffee, fragrant and tempting, but who knew it was a bitter coffee?

Three or four years ago, Fu Han never drank coffee, especially bitter coffee. She couldn’t understand why people liked such a bitter drink, it was like paying to suffer.

But after going abroad, instead of disliking sweets, she fell in love with bitter coffee, the more bitter, the better; it turned out that in this respect, she and Nan Qing were allies. Now that they lived together, they never had to worry about what kind of coffee to make.

Nan Qing held her coffee cup silently, her eyes barely moving, like a marionette’s fleeting reaction.

Fu Han stared at Nan Qing’s profile, startled to realize how much she had thinned down. Nan Qing used to have a round and somewhat chubby face, but now her eye sockets were sunken, her double eyelids almost turned into triple, and her chin was devoid of any flesh.