Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 307: Don’t Argue with a Madman

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: Don’t Argue with a Madman

"You playing with leftovers?" Bai Wei’s eyebrows raised quizzically as she looked at Luo Qinghe meaningfully, "Does this mean you’ve proposed to someone else before? Who is it? When did you get married? Do you have any kids?"

Luo Qinghe finally realized the BUG in his previous statement. His original intention was to say that he was more romantic than He Xing, but a slip of the tongue...

He was anxious to explain himself, but before he could do so, Bai Wei had already walked over to He Xing and Fu Han, not giving him a chance to speak.

In the end, Bai Wei shamelessly followed behind He Xing and Fu Han, declaring that their wedding was the day after tomorrow and that she wanted to go help out at the He Family.

This thwarted Luo Qinghe’s plans to take someone to task, and all he could do was watch helplessly as Bai Wei left with Fu Han’s arm in hers, eventually losing the opportunity to clarify his verbal slip-up.

After the crowd dispersed, only Nan Qing, Su Cheng, and Wang Yixuan were left.

Su Cheng was in a particularly bad mood, starting from when he found out about He Xing’s proposal today, his mood had just gotten worse. He could have chosen not to come here and be the witness for their proposal ceremony, but in the end, he decided to confront this moment that was bound to upset him.

Now, watching Nan Qing chatting and laughing with Wang Yixuan, his mood soured even more. He regretted not leaving earlier; staying here now felt somewhat humiliating.

He cleared his throat and said to Nan Qing, "I’m going back to my parents’ house today. Do you want a lift home?"

"No need, thank you," Nan Qing replied curtly, very formally, "I’m currently staying at Huating No.1, I can just take a cab there."

Nan Qing had her own car; it was just that she had been with Wang Yixuan to a motorcycle race that afternoon, and after they ate something, they came straight here, without her going back for her car.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yixuan immediately said, "Since it’s on my way, why don’t I give you a lift?"

"Sure!" Without giving Su Cheng a glance, Nan Qing immediately replied with a smile, "Although you’re unreliable, it’s still safer than taking a cab alone."

"Who says I’m unreliable? Would so many girls like me if I was unreliable?" Wang Yixuan’s banter was, as usual, annoying, but undeniably true.

Watching the two of them walk away jokingly, Su Cheng felt incredibly miserable.

In fact, he had thought a lot recently. When he learned that Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan were so close they seemed like a couple, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

He had someone investigate Wang Yixuan and discovered that the guy was essentially a playboy - and an irresponsible one at that - which angered him even more.

Su Cheng had sent all the investigation results to Nan Qing, bluntly telling her to stay away from that man. Yet Nan Qing merely replied with three words: "Got it."

Then, Nan Qing continued to hang out with Wang Yixuan as usual. Whenever someone joked about them, neither Nan Qing nor Wang Yixuan objected. In the end, many people started saying they were in a relationship, and still, they brought no objections.

Su Cheng even specifically asked Nan Qing whether the rumors were true. In reply, she only asked him, "Do you really care that much?"

With one sentence, Su Cheng was effectively shut down. He didn’t dare say anything else and left dejectedly.

But in reality, he was very upset, and he knew it. He just wasn’t willing to admit it.

Also, there was that day when he was worried about Nan Qing and returned to the elevator only to overhear that she was with Wang Yixuan to provoke him.

Enraged, he said many hurtful things. He knew they were hurtful and instantly regretted them afterward. Yet to this day, he still felt deceived by Nan Qing, and although it hurt, he never apologized for what happened.

But watching Wang Yixuan take Nan Qing away in front of him for two days in a row was unbearable. He felt as though something was going to explode inside him.

However, knowing that being upset was useless, he understood that best!

Su Cheng glanced one more time in the direction where Nan Qing and her company had disappeared, where traffic was bustling, and myriad headlights were shining brightly as if it were daylight.

The streetlights were also on, turning the place back into a city that never slept. On both sides of the road, many people were walking, each wearing different expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, none pausing for anyone else.

Su Cheng sighed deeply and walked off into the distance, where his car was parked.

...

The night had deepened, and Fu Han was lying in bed staring at the ceiling, barely able to make out the unique moon-shaped chandelier above her head, let alone anything else.

But she knew that beside this chandelier hung many balloons, some deflated beyond recognition, struggling to stay afloat. He Xing had long said he wanted to throw these balloons away, but she couldn’t bear to do so.

In her mind, the memory of He Xing going to buy these balloons and the effort he put into bringing them back was precious. She wanted to hold onto every moment she could.

She touched her finger once more, feeling the custom diamond ring He Xing had gotten her, the one he had knelt down to slip onto her finger.

Thinking back to the events of the evening, Fu Han’s mood became uncontrollably joyous. She whooped, jumped for joy, and felt an intense urge to talk to someone. But chatting with He Xing in the middle of the night was too risky, and Bai Wei was already too tired from the evening’s events and had gone to her own room half an hour earlier.

Fu Han closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep, but within a minute, her phone rang with incoming messages.

She didn’t want to bother, regretting why she hadn’t turned off her phone as usual.

But the phone kept alerting her of new messages, making it impossible to ignore, so with a sigh of curiosity about who would be messaging her at this ungodly hour — suspecting it might be He Xing, who also couldn’t sleep — she decided to check.

It was, to her surprise, a series of messages from Xia Ning, who had already sent over a dozen in short order, disjointed in content but fortunately straightforward.

"Fu Han, I heard Brother He Xing proposed. You must be happy, you must be feeling proud, right?"

"Fu Han, Brother He Xing is mine. You have no right to marry him. If you dare marry him, I’ll make sure you pay!"

"Fu Han, I want to see you. I must see you tomorrow. It’s a must!"

"Fu Han, are you too scared to reply? You coward, don’t think that just because you ignore me, I can’t do anything about it!"

The light from the phone screen cast a faint glow on Fu Han’s face, giving her a saintly appearance reminiscent of a snow lotus atop an icy mountain.

She didn’t reply to Xia Ning. She saw no need to reason with a madman and simply turned off her phone to sleep.