Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 306: Romantic Proposal

Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Romantic Proposal

At that moment, He Xing leaned close to Fu Han and whispered, "Xiaohan, I knew every move you made abroad. I emailed you every day, but you never replied once. I was afraid that appearing suddenly would truly scare you away to a place where I couldn’t find you. So even though I went to see you every few months, I never showed myself to you."

Tears appeared in Fu Han’s eyes as she looked at He Xing with a wistful expression, feeling that her past self had really been too self-centered, always assuming she was the one who put the most into the relationship, completely oblivious to all the little things He Xing did in the background.

He Xing extended his finger and carefully wiped away the tears on Fu Han’s cheeks, saying with a pained heart, "Xiaohan, don’t cry. I’m not telling you all this to make you cry."

"I’m not crying," Fu Han tried hard to blink back her tears, but the tears in her eyes refused to obey, and she couldn’t control them no matter what.

The text on the electronic screen changed again: "Xiaohan, when you were five years old, you lost your parents. I watched you cry helplessly, and I told myself in my heart that I would protect you for life, and that promise is forever."

Fu Han’s heart ached unbearably. In fact, she didn’t remember what she looked like when she cried back then, only that recalling her parents still caused her pain, even though in her heart they had become more of a symbol, their faces growing blurry.

Through her blurred vision, she watched as He Xing took two steps forward. He knelt on one knee in front of her, producing a ring as if by magic: "Xiaohan, although we’re about to get married, I’ve never formally proposed to you. Now I’m asking you very seriously, would you marry me?"

As he spoke those words, a drone took off into the sky, assembling a line of text: "Fu Han, marry me!"

Tears fell from Fu Han’s eyes like beads from a broken string, one after another, splashing on the ground with a sound as crisp as pearls dropping onto a plate.

He Xing’s voice continued, "Xiaohan, I used to take for granted that you would always be with me, not knowing how to cherish you. My indulgence has caused you too much harm. In the future, I will definitely protect you and make you the happiest person in the world. Please, give me that chance, will you?"

"Marry him, marry him!"

More and more people gathered around, among them Nan Qing, Bai Wei, Su Cheng, Luo Qinghe, Wang Yixuan, Ji Liangchuan, and others, each holding a large firework in their hands. Their eyes were filled with blessings for Fu Han, although Su Cheng’s blessings were somewhat strained.

Fu Han fiddled with her hair, speaking with a tearful voice, "If you were going to propose, couldn’t you have told me earlier? Give me a hint, so I could at least put on some makeup and wear a dress."

Her comment made everyone laugh, including some strangers in the crowd who couldn’t help but smile kindly.

Nan Qing, who was closest to Fu Han, laughed heartily, "You don’t need to dress up, you are so beautiful that even burlap would look good on you."

Immediately, many people agreed with what Nan Qing said!

He Xing remained on one knee, still holding out the meticulously selected ring he had custom-made for Fu Han, the setting fashioned like a lotus flower, with a rare yellow diamond at the center and pink diamonds shaped like petals surrounding it.

The ring was worth a fortune, the kind that you couldn’t necessarily buy even with money.

Fu Han stared absent-mindedly at the ring, feeling a strange sensation, as if she had seen this scene and that ring before; but she was clear that this was the first time He Xing had formally proposed.

Then there was only one explanation—she had dreamed of He Xing proposing. This was highly likely since ever since her feelings had awoken, she had fantasized over a long period about how He Xing would propose to her.

She raised her right hand, the smooth, fair back of her hand visible beneath the greenish veins softly prominent, her hand almost appeared to glow under the fuzzy light as if it was imbued with some sort of magic.

Fu Han gazed deeply at He Xing, at the man kneeling before her. In that moment, she could clearly feel the depth of his love from his heart.

Thus, she was certain that whatever happened, He Xing would always love her, the very love she had longed for in her dreams.

There was no more need to think further. After all, Fu Han couldn’t imagine marrying anyone in her life other than He Xing. She knew very well how much she loved him.

She extended her hand to He Xing, who took out the ring and slid it onto her finger; the cool touch of the diamond calmed her boiling heart. She felt a sense of belonging, knowing that from then on, she wouldn’t be alone in this world but would have someone to depend on entirely.

"Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her!"

Once more, the people started to chant. This time, Fu Han could clearly see that the loudest cheerers were Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe, the two who loved to watch the fun.

Blushing, she had the intent to dodge, not used to kissing in front of so many people.

But before she could take a step, she was caught in a warm embrace—He Xing’s.

"Xiaohan, where are you going?" He Xing’s deep voice resonated, with a seductive power.

It was just a simple question, but Fu Han felt as if her strength drained away like water. She looked dazedly at He Xing as his face drew closer and, instinctively, she closed her eyes.

She knew what was about to happen, feeling both anticipation and nervousness—even though it was not their first kiss, she couldn’t understand why she was nervous.

When a pair of soft lips touched hers, Fu Han felt an electric current rush through her, turning her thoughts to mush.

Luo Qinghe poked Bai Wei’s waist and said, "I never thought He Xing, always so serious and stubborn, could be so romantic."

"Hmph!" Bai Wei, although having mostly forgiven Luo Qinghe, still felt that his apology lacked sincerity, so she hadn’t made up with him outwardly. She puffed her cheeks and said ungraciously, "What does it have to do with you, touching me like this?"

Luo Qinghe cheekily grinned, his hand resting on Bai Wei’s waist as he smiled brilliantly, "Xiaowei, you don’t have to be envious of Fu Han. He Xing is just what I have left over. Later, I’ll organize an even more romantic proposal for you, alright?"