Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 316: The Definition of Love

Chapter 316: Chapter 316: The Definition of Love

He Xing immediately let go of his worries, ruffling Fu Han’s hair with an indulgent smile, "I was in such a hurry coming out that I didn’t brush my teeth, so I’ll go back and do it properly. You should rest a bit more; you’ll have to get up soon."

"Got it," Fu Han nodded. She waved at He Xing and turned back to her room.

When the door closed behind her, the last line of defense in Fu Han’s heart finally crumbled. She lay sprawled on the bed, engaged in an internal struggle.

She couldn’t accept He Xing’s belief that emotional infidelity was more frightening than physical infidelity. In her heart, love was sacred, pristine, imperishable, and impervious to corruption. Yet clearly, He Xing’s behavior did not align with her definition of love.

However, giving up on He Xing was also hard for her. The elder Mr. He was one factor, and she was well aware that she loved He Xing, to the degree that no matter what happened, her love for him would persist.

Her entire life seemed to overlap with He Xing’s; loving him had become her instinct. It was as simple as eating or drinking water, as routine as having three meals a day.

But if she had a choice, she wouldn’t marry He Xing today. She wanted more time to think things through. Perhaps with more time, she could gain a clearer understanding of everything, avoiding the current torment in her heart.

The alarm clock rang. Light seeped through the gaps in the curtains. Dawn was breaking, she knew.

Fu Han sighed a lifetime’s worth and headed to the restroom to freshen up.

Just as she finished tidying up, there was another knock on the door. He Xing’s voice was much gentler this time, "Xiaohan, are you ready? Breakfast is prepared. Have something to eat before you go get your makeup done."

In Fu Han’s memory, He Xing was never a careful person; in fact, he often chose to stay silent. But since Fu Han returned this time, He Xing talked more and took care of every aspect of her needs, fearing she would be upset.

Fu Han knew it was because He Xing feared losing her again that he did things he never used to do.

The breakfast was as simple as can be – millet porridge, some appetizing side dishes, and a small bowl of Dumpling Soup for each person.

Even the simplest breakfast was not simple when made by the cook; she had stewed a large bone the night before, got up early to prepare the bone broth, and used it to cook the porridge and Dumpling Soup. Not only did it taste good, but it was also nutritious.

On their engagement day, Fu Han had gone hungry for most of the day. Today, she learned her lesson and forced herself to eat half a bowl of millet porridge and a small bowl of Dumpling Soup, even though she wasn’t in the mood to eat.

As they were almost finished eating, Bai Wei came downstairs, her eyes still sleepy, and looked at He Xing and Fu Han, "It’s one thing for the bride and groom to get up early, but can’t I, the bridesmaid, sleep a little longer?"

He Xing’s face wasn’t so friendly when he was dealing with Bai Wei. He glared at her impatiently, "You can go back and continue sleeping, but when you wake up, you’ll have to figure out how to get to the hotel by yourself. We’ll be very busy today and don’t have time to pick you up."

"No, no, no!" Bai Wei panicked, grabbed the millet porridge passed by the cook, quickly finished it, and then wolfed down a bowl of Dumpling Soup until there was nothing left. Only then did she contentedly wipe her mouth, "Thank you for the breakfast, auntie. It was delicious."

Fu Han’s gaze happened to meet that of the cook, and she smiled shyly, repeatedly saying "Lady, you are too kind."

The Lamborghini was already revving. Bai Wei, sitting alone in the backseat dozing off, suddenly sat upright, "He Xing, you tricked me. I could have waited and gone to the hotel with Grandpa He later; why did I have to come with you?"

At the end, she added huffily, "I don’t like being a third wheel."

Fu Han’s face felt hot, and she ignored Bai Wei’s words.

He Xing, on the other hand, said seriously, "No, you’re coming with us. When I’m busy, you can keep Xiaohan company."

"You..." Bai Wei’s eyes widened in indignation as she looked at He Xing, but eventually, she laughed and said, "Alright, you make a good point."

Mist lay heavily on the ground, the streetlamps not yet extinguished. The scenery on both sides remained unclear, only vague outlines visible.

The car’s headlights shone far ahead, yet they could only clearly illuminate a meter or two before them.

Fu Han felt as though she had dreamt of all this before, their journey moving forward aimlessly, buzzing like headless flies, unable to reach the end, as if the road would never have a conclusion.

She turned her head to look at He Xing. The road conditions were poor, and his expression had grown more serious, his stern profile a masterpiece of God, endlessly fascinating.

Realizing Fu Han was looking at him, He Xing freed up one hand to ruffle the top of her head, "Don’t worry, the heavier the fog in the morning, the better the weather will be later. Today... everything will go smoothly, it certainly will!"

A warmth surged in Fu Han’s heart, and she nodded vigorously, "Yes, everything will go smoothly!"

Moved, He Xing grasped Fu Han’s hand, and she squeezed his hand back before pulling away, "Focus on driving. I’ll be right here with you."

It was as if that statement held magic, or maybe it was just a coincidence, but since Fu Han spoke those words, the fog on the road thinned, sunshine broke through the clouds, and their journey became unusually smooth.

Bai Wei sat alone in the backseat, looking with disdain at the two in front of her.

But inside, she was filled with emotion. It was the same with getting married – while she and Luo Qinghe had broken up over it, Fu Han and He Xing seemed to grow sweeter by the day.

So what exactly went wrong – did she and Luo Qinghe lack sufficient love, or did Fu Han and He Xing love each other too much?

Bai Wei chewed on her fingernail, unable to reason it out. Just the other night, she shamelessly stayed at the He Family home; despite trying to resist, she ended up "fooling around" with Luo Qinghe for a day.

She and Luo Qinghe interacted like any couple, but they were not in a genuine relationship, at least not in Bai Wei’s heart, as she considered them broken up.

The day before yesterday, after Luo Qinghe dragged her to the stairwell and kissed her forcefully, he suggested they get back together, but Bai Wei refused; she felt Luo Qinghe should be more proactive, at least as much as she had been when courting him. But Luo Qinghe hadn’t yet, at least not until now.

Of course, Bai Wei wanted to reconcile. Her affection for Luo Qinghe had penetrated deep into her bones. The status of girlfriend was hard-earned, and she wouldn’t give it up easily; but she also had her pride. This time it was clearly Luo Qinghe’s fault, and she was undeniably not going to be the first to apologize.

With these thoughts, Bai Wei leaned forward, tapping Fu Han’s shoulder, "Fu Han, do you and He Xing ever fight? When you do, who usually apologizes first?"