Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 317: I Never Get Mad at You

Chapter 317: Chapter 317: I Never Get Mad at You

Fu Han tilted her head thinking for a moment. Before she went abroad, she was always the one appeasing He Xing, but since her return last year, it became He Xing appeasing her.

"This..." Fu Han looked at He Xing and said earnestly, "Recently, it’s always He Xing who mollifies me."

"Even if you’re wrong, He Xing is the one to mollify you?" Bai Wei’s eyes widened in disbelief as if she’d heard some preposterous fairy tale.

"Have I ever done anything wrong?" Fu Han tilted her head while looking at He Xing, her unpowdered face wearing a mischievous smile, like a flower glistening with dew in the morning light, so beautiful.

He Xing was hopelessly softhearted, hurriedly saying, "Of course not, it’s always me who angered you, I have never been angry with you."

"Ah, I’ve really brought this on myself." Bai Wei slapped her forehead and leaned back into her chair, sighing deeply, "Why on earth did I get in this car? Is it to be tortured, or to watch you two flaunt your affection? My goodness, I’d be better off blind."

Stopped at another red light, He Xing took the opportunity to grab Fu Han’s hand. He turned back to Bai Wei with a full smile, "Just being blind won’t do, you might need to become deaf too, that way you won’t be ’blown away’ by what you hear."

"Fu Han, won’t you control him?" Bai Wei cried out with a tug at her throat, her face the picture of agony.

Fu Han laughed along: "How could I possibly control him?"

"If you don’t, who can?" Bai Wei was relentless, "You’re going to be his wife, you must keep him in line, starting with curing his venomous tongue."

He Xing burst into hearty laughter, and Fu Han’s face turned crimson red. She glared fiercely at He Xing, but the intimidation in her gaze might as well have been zero.

The Lamborghini surged through the fog, leaving behind a brilliant trail of light, as if it was soaring on clouds.

They arrived at the wedding hotel just as dawn was breaking, and the makeup artist had already been waiting inside.

Just the day before yesterday, Fu Han had rehearsed here, and it was also that day when He Xing prepared a grand proposal ceremony for her in the hotel. The proposal even got shared online, and it was said that many girls in City A were heartbroken.

Once, someone launched a poll online to vote for the single man that City A’s single women most wanted to marry, and He Xing topped the chart by a huge margin compared to the second place.

A proposal, especially from someone you adore, brings joy, romance, and warmth to anyone’s heart, and Fu Han was no exception.

She looked around the hotel exterior, trying to overlap the scenes from this moment with those from the day before yesterday. Unfortunately, she failed, because today’s wedding decoration had completely transformed the exterior of the hotel, leaving no trace of the proposal setup.

He Xing escorted Fu Han to the Makeup Room. Although he needed makeup too, the groom’s makeup was far less complicated than the bride’s—a point proven by the fact that many makeup artists offer complimentary services for the groom.

Fu Han sat obediently in the chair like a marionette, allowing the makeup artist to work on her, while Bai Wei lay on the sofa, engrossed in her phone, as if she wanted to crawl inside it.

After a full three hours, Fu Han’s makeup was finally complete. By that time, Nan Qing had already arrived, and it was her turn to have her bridesmaid makeup done.

Fu Han earnestly instructed the makeup artist: "Make sure they look really pretty and don’t deliberately make them look ugly."

The pristine white wedding dress hung in the room, a bespoke creation tailored specifically for Fu Han. It featured a wide V-neck with broad straps on the top, sexy but not revealing, and the bottom had an exaggerated skirt with a two-meter long train.

The dress was adorned with morning glory flowers. Skilled craftsmanship brought each bloom to life in varied and vivid detail, making them seem almost real.

Indeed, the designer had subtly advised against using morning glories as the pattern on the wedding dress, as the flower is known for blooming at dawn and wilting at dusk, and its short lifespan could be ominously reminiscent of fleeting moments.

But Fu Han was particularly fond of the name "morning glory" and the flower itself, so she stayed silent when the suggestion came up.

He Xing understood Fu Han’s preference and told the designer expressionlessly at the time, "It’s true that these flowers have a short individual blooming period, but a single plant can produce hundreds or thousands of blossoms. Calculating it out, the flower spans from early spring to late summer and early fall, there’s no flower that lasts longer than that."

Thus, the wedding dress before Fu Han came into being.

Even the designer, after completing the dress, had to admit that a wedding dress with morning glories was indeed the most beautiful.

The dress assistant came over to help Fu Han get dressed. She cooperated well, emotionless as a marionette, until the wedding dress was fitted. Standing before the mirror, she looked at herself from all angles and suddenly began to look forward to the approaching wedding.

Yes, the problem that had troubled her all day was finally resolved at this moment in front of the mirror. Since her marriage to He Xing was a necessity for Grandfather He and would be her only wedding in this lifetime, why shouldn’t she enjoy it and become the most beautiful bride?

When Bai Wei and Nan Qing saw the fully dressed Fu Han, they couldn’t help but cheer despite having seen many beauties before, shouting, "Fu Han, you are unbelievably stunning, truly like a fairy descended from heaven."

A blush crept onto Fu Han’s cheeks, and she softly acknowledged before quickly changing the subject, "No way, I think you look great, too."

Soon, He Xing came in, already changed and with his makeup done.

Fu Han had intended only a casual glance at He Xing, but after one look, she found it impossible to look away. He Xing was incredibly handsome today, surpassing his usual handsomeness.

He Xing’s hair was curled, styled with gel into a cool do. It was clear his eyebrows had been groomed, the dark arches sharply defining his features, enhancing his manly allure. The perfect line from his nose to his chin was beyond measure.

His lips were what really caught her off guard. Fu Han was sure he hadn’t applied lipstick, for no shade existed that matched the natural sand and slight orange tint of his lips.

Nan Qing and Bai Wei’s laughter brought Fu Han back from her reverie. She blushed and glared at them, avoiding looking at He Xing.

He Xing, unashamed, walked up to Fu Han. He looked her over thoroughly, nodding vigorously, "Xiaohan, you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen."

His comment once again prompted raucous laughter. Not only Bai Wei and Nan Qing laughed, but also the makeup artists, dress assistants, and the assistant in the room.

But He Xing wasn’t embarrassed at all and gently drew Fu Han into his arms, "Xiaohan, don’t be nervous, I’ll be with you in a bit."