Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 305: Their Past

Chapter 305: Chapter 305: Their Past

Eventually, she was bullied so severely that she could only muster up the courage to tell He Xing about it.

What He Xing said at the time, she did not know, but she was certain that from then on, no matter how grievously wronged she felt, she would never mention it to He Xing again.

Now, seeing the words on the screen, she recalled that after that incident, her damn deskmate never bullied her again. At the time, she thought her deskmate had come to his senses, but it turned out He Xing had secretly taken care of it for her.

The text on the screen changed, "Xiaohan, you were ten, and I went to the Junior High School Department. We couldn’t go to and leave school together every day. Remember that one time you came to meet me early and told me someone wrote you a love letter? Do you remember how I responded?"

A smile crept across Fu Han’s face involuntarily. How could she forget? He Xing had snatched the love letter from her hand and tossed it into the trash can, his face full of disdain as he said, "It’s just a love letter. I receive enough love letters every day to fill a backpack. Have I ever boasted about it?"

At the time, those words made Fu Han especially uneasy—not because her love letter was discarded, but because it was the first time she directly learned from He Xing just how popular he was.

The subtitles on the screen transformed again, "Xiaohan, in truth, I was incredibly jealous that day. I wanted to beat up the person who wrote you that love letter, but I didn’t want you to know I was jealous."

Seeing this, Fu Han playfully shook He Xing’s arm and said teasingly, "So you were so prone to jealousy when you were young. Why didn’t you tell me?"

A blush tinted He Xing’s cheeks. He coughed awkwardly and pointed towards the screen without saying a word.

Indeed, the image and subtitles on the screen changed once more, "Xiaohan, you were twelve and had just started Junior High. We were finally in the same school again. One day during recess, you ran to find me, crying that you were going to die. I was scared out of my wits and carried you all the way to the infirmary, where we ended up being laughed at by the School Doctor. Do you remember?"

This time, it was Fu Han’s turn to blush. Having lost her parents early on, no one had explained to her the changes a girl’s body would undergo as she grew up. That time when she found blood on her trousers, she thought she was dying. She bid He Xing a desperate farewell, which led to a big joke in the infirmary, and in the end, it was He Xing who, with a red face, went to buy her sanitary pads.

"Fu Han, you were fifteen. As soon as you entered the Senior High School Department, you were voted a joke of the day, with your desk and backpack filled daily with all sorts of love letters. Even many students asked me to help deliver love letters, but I threw them all away!"

Fu Han poked He Xing’s side and laughed heartily, "He Xing, I remember you received quite a few love letters yourself. Sometimes you even compared with me to see who got more!"

"Yeah, I really miss those days." He Xing smiled, his handsome face full of tenderness and his eyes reflecting fond memories of the past.

"Xiaohan, in the blink of an eye, you turned eighteen. You wanted to attend the same university as me, but you fell short by two points. You wanted to retake the exams, but I disagreed and told you to choose a suitable school for yourself. You were angry at the time, but do you know why?"

Leaning on He Xing’s shoulder, Fu Han asked, "Why? Can you tell me now?"

"Because..." He Xing wrapped his arm around Fu Han’s waist, his smile tender and doting, "Because a year is precious, and the school I chose for you has the major you love the most."

Fu Han thought about it and realized it was true. Although her university was not as prestigious as He Xing’s, it did have the best program for her major.

In the past, He Xing was the center of Fu Han’s life. Everything in her mind and heart revolved around him alone. This was why, when she found out she couldn’t attend the same university as He Xing, the determination to retake the exams was indeed very strong within her.

But no matter how resolute she was, she could not withstand He Xing’s indifference and mockery. In the end, she obediently filled out her college preferences and reported to the university that was a two-hour drive from He Xing’s.

At first, she felt aggrieved because they both lived on campus due to the distance, only seeing each other on weekends. She had hoped to be at the same university and see each other every day; of course, what she most yearned for was to start a beautiful romance with He Xing at university.

But as a result, they couldn’t be together during their four years of college, which depressed Fu Han for a long time. The end of her gloom came when He Xing started an internship in his junior year, at a location just ten minutes from Fu Han’s campus by car.

At that time, He Xing’s grandfather directly purchased a villa not far from Fu Han’s school. Fu Han and He Xing moved in together, returning to their old routine of being busy during the day and coming home at night.

Unfortunately, this did not last long before Fu Han went abroad with a broken heart, but that’s a story for another time.

The text on the electronic screen changed again: "Xiaohan, you may not know, but the happiest day of my life was your eighteenth birthday. Grandpa asked about your birthday wish, yet your wish was the same as mine."

Fu Han would certainly never forget her eighteenth birthday wish. Heartbroken at the time for not getting into He Xing’s university, and afraid other girls would pursue He Xing in her absence, she boldly declared her desire to marry He Xing.

Those were just the impulsive words of an upset girl, yet to her surprise, He Xing’s grandfather agreed without hesitation; as for He Xing, though wearing his usual impassive expression, he did not refuse.

God knows how happy Fu Han was that day, but the happier she felt then, the more suffering she endured later. If she had made a different request on her eighteenth birthday, would the outcome be different now?

Unfortunately, time cannot be rewound. She couldn’t go back to that day when she was eighteen, nor could she verify if her life could have taken another path.

The words on the electronic screen changed yet again: "Xiaohan, what I regret most in life was not being the first one to rescue you when you fell into the water three years ago. During the three years you were away from me, there was not a moment I didn’t regret it. I assigned bodyguards to protect you, but I couldn’t be by your side."

The past three years unfolded again around Fu Han, and she finally understood the reasons for certain things.

Many of her classmates complained about the poor security abroad and the ease of harassment, warning her to be careful. Yet she never encountered such situations, at one point thinking her classmates were overly worried, not knowing that someone was always watching over her from behind.

There were other things too, like the part-time jobs she got were mostly the kind with easy work and decent pay; the clean neighborhoods she chose for renting, all at reasonable prices. Could those also have something to do with He Xing?