Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 297: People Afraid of Tickling Fear Their Wife

Chapter 297: Chapter 297: People Afraid of Tickling Fear Their Wife

While she was in a dilemma, He Xing suddenly patted her shoulder and consoled her like a child, "Xiaohan, don’t worry about their argument; that’s just their way of being together. Besides, it’s better if they talk it out themselves. If we get involved, things could escalate, which wouldn’t be good for them."

Fu Han agreed wholeheartedly, feeling instantly enlightened. She gently shook He Xing’s arm, "Alright, it’s getting late; let’s get going."

The wedding was a week away, and today their wedding dress was finally ready. They had to try it on to make sure it fit; if there were any issues, the Bridal Shop would have to make adjustments overnight.

Ever since they took their wedding photos, Fu Han felt allergic to the words "wedding dress." She went to try on the dress with a lot of reluctance, not caring so much about how it looked; after all, He Xing was taking it seriously and had a lot of suggestions.

While Fu Han was playing with her phone on the sofa, He Xing was still communicating with the designer about the details.

Watching He Xing’s earnest profile, Fu Han was filled with emotion. He Xing was such a person—no matter what it was, he would always do it well, without any hint of superficiality.

These days, He Xing was busy with wedding preparations, and on top of that, he had so much work to manage. An ordinary person would probably have collapsed by now, but He Xing was still full of vigor, like an ever-energetic little sun.

Fu Han was deeply moved. With He Xing by her side, she didn’t have to worry; she could be a child who didn’t need to care about anything.

Just as she was about to take a photo of He Xing, her phone suddenly notified her of a message. It was from Bai Wei, with just five words, but they struck like thunder, "We’ve broken up!"

"What exactly happened?" Fu Han couldn’t bother with He Xing and hurriedly replied, "Did you really break up over something as trivial as how many kids to have?"

Bai Wei replied quickly, "It’s nothing; I just feel it’s not worth it to be so foolishly devoted. A woman should find someone who loves her."

Fu Han was utterly confused and sent a genuine question, "But Luo Qinghe loves you, doesn’t he? Tell me, what’s upset you?"

"But I love him more than he loves me," Bai Wei’s anger was apparent even through the phone screen, "And it was me who pursued him; he always acts superior in front of me."

Fu Han understood—it was like squabbling at an elementary school level. She sighed and typed each letter carefully, "Love doesn’t care who fell first or who gives more. Love is about feeling happy in the process of dating and both of you acknowledging the relationship. If you really feel he’s putting on airs in front of you, breaking up might indeed be a good choice."

As expected, once the message was sent, there was no reply—it was like dropping a stone into the ocean. Bai Wei didn’t respond.

Fu Han had intentionally crafted her response that way; first to persuade, then to agree with Bai Wei. She knew Bai Wei all too well—if you resisted her, she would only become more difficult, but if you went along with her, things might actually turn out better.

He Xing finally finished communicating and came over. He gently stroked Fu Han’s hair with a tender and indulgent smile, "How are Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe now?"

"How did you know..." Fu Han stopped mid-sentence, raising a slender finger and tapping He Xing’s shoulder repeatedly, "Did you install something on my phone without me knowing?"

He Xing responded by lightly flicking Fu Han’s forehead, both amused and exasperated, "I really have to wonder if you suffer from paranoid delusions?"

"Please, I call that being cautious," Fu Han sniffled indignantly, "Obviously, how did you know I got a message from Bai Wei?"

"I know you too well," He Xing casually took Fu Han’s purse, grinning, "I saw your serious expression while typing just now, so I guessed it had to be either Bai Wei or Nan Qing. It was a fifty-fifty chance, and I was lucky to guess right."

Arm in arm with He Xing, Fu Han poked his waist when he wasn’t paying attention. He Xing’s reaction was swift as he dodged and quickly released her wrist, leaping away.

Despite He Xing’s typically stoic façade, he had his weak spots—his waist was incredibly ticklish; a light poke could make him jump a yard high.

Fu Han covered her mouth, laughing so hard she couldn’t stand straight, thrilled by her successful little trick and also sincerely finding He Xing’s ticklishness utterly adorable, "How have you still not gotten over your ticklishness?"

He Xing sighed, his eyes filled with boundless tenderness, then suddenly a mischievous glint appeared, and he leaned in close to Fu Han, "Did you know boys who are ticklish are usually afraid of their wives?"

The word "wife" ignited Fu Han’s face like wildfire, flushing her cheeks. She stepped on He Xing’s foot, not too hard, and said helplessly, "You’re too annoying, I’m not talking to you."

He Xing watched Fu Han walk away, items in hand, and followed with a smile.

...

The bar.

The night at the bar was lively, and... wild.

In the dance floor, men and women twisted their bodies like crazy, illuminated by dazzling lights from above, making them look scarcely different from mythical beasts.

Sitting in a quiet corner were two handsome men, both different in their looks but undeniably attractive. The table in front of them was a mess of bottles, yet they kept drinking one glass after another with no intention of stopping.

The dancing lights occasionally cast flickering shadows on their faces—though they looked different, they both possessed undeniable charm.

Luo Qinghe sat in the corner, a light stubble around his lips adding a touch of weariness to his handsome appearance, conveying a sense of a down-on-his-luck nobleman.

Since his arrival, several girls had taken the initiative to greet him, but alas, they were all turned away.

Sitting across from him was Su Cheng—his good looks completely different, emanating the air of someone who grew up under the sun, nurtured by a refined education.

In fact, looking at him could even make one feel guilty if any improper thoughts crossed their mind; his handsomeness was straightforward, the kind tanned by the sun.

Some greeted Su Cheng as well, but the words were never as bold as those directed at Luo Qinghe; even the flirting seemed more subtle.

Unfortunately, Su Cheng’s face would stretch longer than Luo Qinghe’s whenever someone tried to chat him up, often scaring the person off before they could even sit down.

After another drink, Luo Qinghe glanced at Su Cheng, "It’s my heartbreak. Why do you look more upset than I do?"