Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 302: From Defending to Blaming

Chapter 302: Chapter 302: From Defending to Blaming

Fu Han was also very upset with Su Cheng. She believed that Su Cheng’s loss of Nan Qing was irrevocable, and that he would never meet a girl better than Nan Qing. In terms of loss, it must have been greater for Su Cheng.

She had been looking forward to it, thinking that if Su Cheng could speak up first and say something out of line, there might have been a chance for a turnaround. But unexpectedly, although Su Cheng glanced at Nan Qing from time to time, he had no intention of initiating a conversation.

Fu Han couldn’t bear to see Nan Qing sitting there alone, so after thinking for a moment, she slowly began, "Nan Qing, how’s the preparation for the art exhibition you and Wang Yixuan are organizing? Do you need my help?"

"Art exhibition?" Su Cheng interjected first, his handsome face showing a complex expression.

Seeing him like that, Fu Han was really irritated. Noticing that Nan Qing had no intention of clarifying, she spoke up coolly, "Yes, the exhibition will be held in three days. All the works displayed will be from Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan, and all the income from Nan Qing’s works will be donated to the Charitable Organization."

"What about Wang Yixuan’s earnings?" Su Cheng asked, with disdain on his face, "He definitely won’t donate it. He’s going to use that money to chase girls."

Nan Qing had maintained a neutral expression, but at those words, she glared at Su Cheng in anger, "Those paintings were created by Wang Yixuan through hard work. Why should he donate his own money? Have you donated all your company’s income?"

Her words clearly carried a tone of accusation and defense, with Su Cheng being the one accused and Wang Yixuan being defended.

Fu Han looked at Su Cheng with some sympathy as his expression turned ugly. His usually bright eyes were fixed on Nan Qing as if he were looking at someone he had never known.

Wasn’t she indeed a stranger? When had Su Cheng ever seen this side of Nan Qing?

They had grown up together since childhood, and because Nan Qing was one hour older than Su Cheng, she had always protected Su Cheng like a younger brother when she was still naive. Later, when she realized she had feelings for Su Cheng, she became even more protective of him.

But now, the person Nan Qing was defending was Wang Yixuan. This huge emotional shift was too painful for Su Cheng, even more terrible than a lingering death by execution.

The most painful thing in life isn’t a broken heart, but when someone who has liked you for many years suddenly stops liking you. The person who always stood up for you no longer does so and even starts to accuse you instead.

Su Cheng told himself not to be fooled. Perhaps this was another ruse by Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan, designed to hook him.

But deep down, Su Cheng knew well that given Nan Qing’s pride, she would never stoop to such a thing. And he was certain that she had truly been hurt by him the last time.

Did he regret it? In truth, Su Cheng did feel regret, but what was the use? It was useless because even now, his resentment was real, and given another chance, he would make the same choice.

However, facing Nan Qing’s defense, the discomfort in his heart was also genuine, so real that for a moment, he wanted to turn around and walk away.

But leaving now would be like losing face, so Su Cheng shifted uncomfortably and said, "Yes, he certainly has the right to decide how to use his money. Every year, our company also donates a portion of our income to the Charitable Organization."

His words sank like stones into the ocean, causing no ripple at all. Nan Qing didn’t even bother to respond, let alone glance at Su Cheng.

It was Fu Han who still showed some sympathy towards Su Cheng, changing the subject, "Su Cheng, thank you for being the best man. Do you think this outfit fits well? If it’s not suitable, it can be altered."

Su Cheng immediately shifted his focus from Nan Qing to Fu Han. He couldn’t help but think of Luo Qinghe’s words whenever he saw Fu Han, "Maybe you don’t even know whether you like Fu Han or Nan Qing more?"

He stared intently at Fu Han, trying hard to confirm whether he truly liked her.

Fu Han’s face was flawlessly beautiful, just his type; her independent personality meant she wasn’t delicate or dependent on anyone. She felt... much like his mother.

Su Cheng could clearly feel his heartbeat speeding up. For the past four years, this feeling often surfaced wherever Fu Han was present, causing his heart to race uncontrollably.

His mood, downcast for days, suddenly lifted. He knew he liked Fu Han. This meant his cold-hearted rejection of Nan Qing was justified. If you don’t like someone, you shouldn’t lead them on, right?

The four made sporadic conversation, with Su Cheng being the "outsider." Occasionally, Fu Han would draw him into the conversation, pitying him for being so pitifully alone.

Finally, Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe returned one after the other, both with flushed faces—especially Bai Wei, whose neck had turned red as well.

Fu Han shifted into a more comfortable position nestled in He Xing’s arms, remembering Bai Wei teasing her earlier. She looked at Bai Wei with a teasing smile, "Where did you two go just now? Why were you gone so long?"

"We..." Bai Wei avoided Fu Han’s gaze nervously and said uneasily, "We... went to talk about some things, it wasn’t that long."

She had always been fierce and assertive, unlike how she was behaving now.

Fu Han laughed heartily and then patted her stomach, "You two must have gone to... make up, right?"

"No... not at all." Bai Wei’s eyes widened as she tried to make her deterrent presence felt. She looked at Fu Han indignantly, "If you keep making things up, watch out, I might really get angry."

"Alright, I won’t make things up." Fu Han surprisingly complied, yet a second later, she smirked slyly, "Then could you explain what the lipstick near your cheek means? How come it’s smeared?"

At that remark, not only did He Xing laugh, but even the morose Nan Qing and Su Cheng couldn’t help but chuckle.

Bai Wei rushed to the mirror in a panic. In fact, her lipstick was smudged, and there were strawberry marks on her neck. Even her bridesmaid’s dress was crumpled.

She glared at Luo Qinghe, "It’s all your fault!"

This time Luo Qinghe did not "talk back" but indulgently laughed while taking out a tissue to help Bai Wei clean her lips, his smile showing both adoration and pride, "Yes, yes, it’s my fault. I’ll be more careful next time, alright?"

Calmly observing them, Fu Han commented, "It looks like some people have made up, huh? I think you can change that breakup announcement to an engagement announcement now."

"Who said I’m getting engaged to him?" Bai Wei stamped her foot and her beautiful face flushed with annoyance, "It was just a kiss, we’re both adults, it was consensual. I don’t need him to take responsibility, we’ve broken up and haven’t made up, got it?"