Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 304 Motorcycle Race

Chapter 304: Chapter 304 Motorcycle Race

Nan Qing looked up at the sky; the sun was blinding, and she failed to roll her eyes as intended. A surge of anger rose within her, and she pinched Wang Yixuan’s back hard.

Caught off guard, Wang Yixuan winced in pain. His body swayed, and the motorcycle almost flipped. Fortunately, he quickly regained control, preventing them from being thrown off.

Wang Yixuan couldn’t help but bellow, "Nan Qing, have you lost your mind? Do you have a death wish? If you want to die, go do it on your own, but don’t drag me into it."

Nan Qing was scared too, realizing that if they had crashed at such high speed, it’s likely both of their legs would have been crushed by the bike!

But Wang Yixuan’s words made her feel wronged. If it were up to her old temper, she would have immediately asked Wang Yixuan to stop the bike, and she would have walked away without delay.

But today, for some reason, she didn’t want to get off the bike. She just said with a hint of grievance, "Who asked you to speak so rudely!"

Her voice wasn’t quiet, and she made sure Wang Yixuan heard her, but he didn’t respond and instead accelerated the bike again, roaring toward the race track.

Nan Qing was raised to be a ladylike heiress by her parents from childhood; extreme sports like racing were something she wouldn’t even touch. However, she was the type of person who would envy others who were skilled at things like digital drawing.

So, as she watched Wang Yixuan racing, she was filled with excitement, and even felt an urge to try it herself.

Nan Qing waved her little flag to cheer for Wang Yixuan, her throat raw from shouting. When she saw Wang Yixuan crossing the finish line first, she jumped three feet high in excitement.

The result naturally was Wang Yixuan winning the prize money and taking Nan Qing to a dingy little eatery on his motorcycle.

Having been accustomed to eating at fine hotels since she was young, Nan Qing was always happy eating at the hole-in-the-wall places Wang Yixuan found, curious as to how he found so many delicious spots.

In the past, when she went out with Wang Yixuan to look for food, she would take photos and note the location, considering taking Su Cheng there someday. But now she felt there was no need to do so, as she neither wanted to nor planned to expend any effort on Su Cheng’s behalf anymore.

As soon as the dishes were served, Nan Qing urged, "Hurry up, don’t forget we still have a mission today!"

Wang Yixuan, who had been leisurely sipping on a beer, replied nonchalantly when he heard her, "What’s the rush? At most, we’re just spectators; there’s no reason for the eunuch to be more anxious than the emperor."

...

According to Fu Han, getting married was not an easy task.

After lunch, she went to the hotel for the rehearsal. To ensure they didn’t forget the process, they practiced twice. Then it was time for the bridal makeup. He Xing had hired several famous makeup artists to do Fu Han’s makeup. Trying one look after another, Fu Han felt like her face was going to turn into someone else’s.

Finally, when everything was done, Fu Han took off her wedding dress and changed into a comfortable casual outfit, black bell-bottoms with a mint green short-sleeve top, her fluffy hair cascading behind her, looking exceptionally fresh.

As she tried on her outfit, He Xing waited patiently by her side, checking his phone every few minutes. Considering his usually busy schedule, Fu Han thought he was working and didn’t think much of it or ask any questions.

By the time she called He Xing to leave, the sky outside the window had completely darkened.

He Xing got up and straightened his clothes, tidied up the loose hair by Fu Han’s temple, and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry? Should we eat something first?"

"No need," Fu Han replied, clinging playfully to one of He Xing’s fingers, "Grandfather said he’s waiting for us to have dinner at home. After all, we’ll be home soon."

He Xing’s mouth opened, then closed, as if he wanted to say something but refrained. Finally, he said with a smile, "Alright, I was a bit worried about traffic jams, so I wanted you to eat a little something to hold you over. But it’s okay; it shouldn’t take too long."

Fu Han assumed he meant that even in a traffic jam, it wouldn’t take too long. Without giving it much thought, she agreed and happily linked arms with He Xing, heading towards the hotel entrance.

They chatted and laughed all the way, so much so that Fu Han didn’t notice anything amiss about the hotel. Although the hotel wasn’t open for business during this time, it made no sense that the lobby was completely empty.

As they reached the door, there was a sudden loud "bang" sound. Fu Han thought there had been an explosion, causing her to dive into He Xing’s arms in fright.

He Xing patted Fu Han’s back gently, his laugh as gentle as water, "Xiaohan, look at what that is?"

There was only one "bang," and as Fu Han leaned into He Xing’s embrace, she realized she had been startled over nothing. She straightened up from He Xing’s arms, and what she saw next shocked her.

On the vast square outside the hotel, candles were arranged to form a giant "heart." At the center of this "heart," a line of small letters was spelled out in roses: "I love you!"

Fu Han looked at He Xing, utterly confused, "What’s going on? Is someone proposing here today?"

He Xing smiled and caressed Fu Han’s cheek, "Perhaps. Just keep watching."

Music started playing in the distance. Fu Han looked in the direction of the sound and saw a huge electronic screen slowly moving towards them.

The screen was showing a wedding march she faintly recognized as the one He Xing had Wang Yixuan play in the Michelin Restaurant. And the photos on the screen looked somewhat familiar.

As the screen drew closer, she realized it was indeed displaying her photos, a chronology from her childhood onwards.

There were also some words on the screen.

"Xiaohan, the first time I saw you, I was five, and you were three. I really wanted to hold you, but mom and dad said I was too small and might make you fall. I thought you were the cutest baby I had ever seen."

Fu Han tried to recall her first time meeting He Xing. She drew a blank - in her memory, He Xing had always been with her from her earliest days... So, she was already three when she came to the He Family.

"Xiaohan, you started school at six, while I was in third grade. Your desk mate kept pulling your pigtails, making you cry and come looking for me. I was impatient, saying you always cried, but at lunch, I stopped him and warned if he bullied you again, I’d beat him up."

Fu Han had a vague memory of this event. Because of her association with the He Family, she attended an aristocratic school, but her status as the daughter of a servant meant she was a prime target for bullying.

Especially her chubby classmate, who took great pleasure in tormenting her daily; she relied heavily on He Xing back then, but He Xing, though small, always seemed so aloof. She was too timid to tell anyone she was being bullied.