Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 303: Please Don’t Fall for Me

Chapter 303: Chapter 303: Please Don’t Fall for Me

"Alright, got it," laughed Fu Han, smirking like a cute yet sly fox. "Yes, yes, yes, next time my uncle and aunt ask about it, I’ll just tell them not to worry about it because you guys won’t be getting married anytime soon."

Bai Wei was so angry she was gritting her teeth, but she just couldn’t win an argument with Fu Han, so she had no choice but to shut up, though it was obvious she was keeping a mental note of everything.

Despite the current complexity of everyone’s relationships, when Fu Han suggested they all have lunch together, surprisingly, everyone unanimously agreed.

At the BBQ restaurant, an oval table with two grills at the center, six people could definitely have more than enough to eat.

Fu Han and He Xing made no effort to hide how inseparable they were, even going to fetch things together as if fearing the other would disappear with a turn of the head.

As for Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe, although they claimed they had not reconciled, their every word and action was nearly identical to that of a typical couple—the only difference being they didn’t feed each other, which was hardly noteworthy considering they had just kissed.

Nan Qing spent the whole time on her phone, messaging someone—her face always bore a smile when she looked at her phone, which would vanish the moment she turned it off.

Out of the six, Su Cheng was undoubtedly the most tortured—he was literally the third wheel, but his situation was more painful than the usual, as he had to watch the girl he liked being affectionate with another man, all the while choosing to be their best man.

Occasionally, he would try to strike up a conversation with Nan Qing, who was coolly indifferent to him, keeping her replies brief and never saying more than necessary.

This made Su Cheng extremely frustrated—he remembered how talkative Nan Qing used to be, never stopping once she started speaking; he used to find her annoying, but now that she had become quiet, the one who found it most difficult to adjust was Su Cheng himself.

The meal took nearly three hours, and everyone seemed to enjoy it immensely, including Nan Qing; the only exception was Su Cheng, who not only ate the least but also had the most complicated emotions.

Numerous times he thought of leaving early to end this excruciating lunch, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it—he knew that in a couple of days, Fu Han would become someone else’s bride, and they would no longer have any connection; he even wondered if they would ever have the chance to eat together again.

After leaving the BBQ restaurant, Bai Wei said she needed to discuss something with her agent, and Luo Qinghe volunteered to accompany her; she put on a reluctant expression but was actually thrilled inside.

Fu Han and He Xing had to attend their wedding rehearsal, and if time permitted, Fu Han even needed to try on her bridal makeup, so she was in a hurry.

This left only Nan Qing and Su Cheng without plans. Su Cheng took out his keys from his pocket and casually asked Nan Qing, "Where are you headed? I’ll give you a lift."

Nan Qing glanced at Su Cheng, then replied indifferently, "Thanks, but there’s no need, someone’s coming to pick me up."

After the other four had left, Su Cheng stubbornly stood in place, waiting—under the pretense that it wasn’t safe for Nan Qing, a girl, to be left alone.

Nan Qing rolled her eyes in irritation, please, it was broad daylight in the bustling city center with people constantly coming and going—how could it not be safe?

Yet in the end, she didn’t say a word, merely standing by the curb playing with her phone, never glancing at Su Cheng again.

Just as she had told Fu Han, maybe Su Cheng had feelings for her, but they were far from love. She had already wasted over a decade on him, was she supposed to continue waiting?

The answer was no. She had already hit the south wall, already battered and bruised; there was no need to stake her life on Su Cheng as well.

A few minutes later, an extremely cool-looking sports motorbike stopped in front of them, and the rider, dressed in a racing suit, took off his helmet—it was Wang Yixuan.

Under the bright gaze, Wang Yixuan’s medium-length hair was damp with sweat, streaks of perspiration rolling down his cheeks. Far from being greasy, he instead exuded the vibe of a sunny, boy-next-door type.

From a distance, Wang Yixuan tossed another white helmet to Nan Qing with just two words, "Get on!"

As Nan Qing put on the helmet, Su Cheng approached her and grabbed her hand, attempting to drag her away, "I know very well you’re hanging out with Wang Yixuan just to tick me off. Stop hanging around with him from now on."

"Hanging around?" Nan Qing was successfully angered by these words, summoning who-knows-where strength to shake off Su Cheng’s hand. "Su Cheng, I’m twenty-six, almost twenty-seven. I’m an adult, and I have the right to choose my friends. You are just a friend to me, please don’t meddle in my affairs."

Su Cheng’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Nan Qing. A painful sensation began to spread within him, until he watched Nan Qing with a blank expression, "If I asked you to choose between me and Wang Yixuan today, who would you pick?"

For a moment, Nan Qing almost felt like Su Cheng was confessing to her, but she quickly realized it was just a dream that would never come true.

She quickly secured the helmet and said with a voice as calm as could be, "As a friend, of course, I’ll choose Wang Yixuan. He’s the most fun person I’ve met, sings well, can paint, and even races cars."

Continuing, Nan Qing shook her head with a particularly adorable laugh, "Today is Wang Yixuan’s motorcycle race day, I’m going to cheer for him. He said if he wins the prize money, he’ll treat me to a meal."

The loud roar of the motorcycle engine filled the air, then slowly faded into the distance.

Su Cheng’s mind replayed the image of Nan Qing riding on Wang Yixuan’s motorbike, her arms around his waist, her cheek against his back, and their contrasting helmets shining brightly.

He turned around, dispirited, heading toward his white Audi, the car he bought with his first earnings, a vehicle he had always been proud of.

But now, he suddenly regretted not learning how to ride a motorcycle and race.

Above the roar of the motorbike, Wang Yixuan shouted, "Have you really decided to give up on Su Cheng?"

Nan Qing watched Su Cheng’s figure through the rearview mirror, shrinking and eventually disappearing. She was a bit sad yet resolute as she said, "Yes, love isn’t about compatibility. Love is about both sides rushing towards each other. My liking him is useless if he doesn’t like me, so it’s better to give up."

A moment of silence followed, as if the scenery on both sides was swiftly moving backward, and the pedestrians on the street seemed like insignificant NPCs in a movie that Nan Qing couldn’t even begin to scrutinize before they vanished from sight.

At a red light stop, the motorcycle slowed down, and Wang Yixuan’s voice once again broke the silence, "Though I’m more handsome and charming than Su Cheng, for your own good, make sure you don’t fall for me."