Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 319 I Disagree

Chapter 319: Chapter 319 I Disagree

Her gaze gently shifted, looking at people beneath the stage, their faces brimming with smiles, everyone openly bearing the word "blessings" upon their faces.

At that moment, Fu Han suddenly became acutely aware that she was really getting married. From now on, every minute and second of her life would be accompanied by the man beside her. Thinking about it, it indeed was a romantic notion.

Of course, the premise of her feeling it was romantic was that she had to ignore that barely perceptible needle in the depths of her heart.

Suddenly, her gaze froze, not for any other reason, but because she inadvertently locked eyes with Xia Ning. Those were such malicious eyes, the dark pupils like opening a slit to the gates of hell, daunting to anyone who looked into them.

Yes, daunting. It was the first time that Fu Han felt fear upon seeing Xia Ning.

She broke out in a cold sweat on her back. She belatedly realized something—Xia Ning had shown her that kind of video yesterday to stop the wedding, so she certainly wouldn’t sit idly by today. She must have a contingency plan.

And what about Fu Han herself? She clearly knew that Xia Ning wouldn’t just watch her marry He Xing without doing anything, yet she was utterly unprepared beforehand; although part of the reason was her heartbreak that left her disinterested, still...

Feeling Fu Han’s unease, He Xing tightened his grip on her hand and asked softly, "Xiaohan, what’s wrong? Are you okay?"

Fu Han forced a slight smile and whispered, "I’m fine, don’t worry."

Perhaps she hid it too well, or perhaps He Xing was too overjoyed, for he didn’t even give Fu Han another glance, instead gripping her hand tightly as he watched the host.

The host spoke eloquently, captivating He Xing’s full emotional attention, but Fu Han couldn’t take in a single word. For some reason, she kept finding her gaze inadvertently falling on Xia Ning, who seemed altogether unaffected, her face perpetually wearing a smile.

Amidst a round of warm applause, the priest was invited onto the stage.

That was also Fu Han’s wish. To her, marriage was a sacred matter. If her parents were alive, she would have wanted a pure Chinese-style wedding, like those portrayed in TV dramas, with the traditional order of first bowing to heaven and earth, then to the parental figures, followed by the couple bowing to each other.

But now, with her parents gone and He Xing’s parents also departed, a traditional Chinese wedding would be like sprinkling salt on wounds for both her and He Xing; what’s most important was that Elder He would be reminded of the sorrow of sending off his children before himself.

So, in the end, they chose a pure Western-style wedding. They invited a priest from the largest church in City A to preside over their wedding.

The priest, dressed in solemn attire, ascended the stage, Bible in hand, and offered a dignified and solemn prayer for Fu Han and He Xing. Following the prayer, he turned to face them.

Fu Han knew, those scenes often portrayed in idol dramas would reoccur. A quiet joy began to spread from the depths of her heart, silently and subtly encroaching upon her emotions, until it filled her entire heart.

She looked up at He Xing, and as fate would have it, he was looking at her as well. In that moment, they were both utterly convinced of their love for each other, each only having the other in their hearts.

"Mr. He Xing!" intoned the priest in his distinct, slow, drawn-out manner, his voice spreading throughout the lobby through the microphone, "Do you take this woman, Miss Fu Han, to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her so long as you both shall live?"

"I do," replied He Xing, each word spoken with a tenderness that felt like it could melt into water, his eyes fixed on Fu Han and never leaving her for a second.

The priest’s calm gaze shifted to Fu Han, "Miss Fu Han, do you take this man, Mr. He Xing, to be your wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?"

Somehow, when the priest’s cold gaze fell upon her, she truly felt watched over by a divine presence. She knew she couldn’t lie, for if she did, the deity would certainly hear it.

She turned her head to look at He Xing, who was also watching her, then through his eyes, she saw her own expression at that moment, as if in the world, there were only the two of them.

Fu Han did not directly answer the priest’s question, but instead, with her bright black eyes fixed on He Xing, she asked, "Would you deceive me?"

For a moment, He Xing’s face changed, but then he immediately returned to normal, nodding adamantly, "Xiaohan, I will not deceive you. I love you, and only you."

The smile on Fu Han’s face rippled out like a stone thrown into a lake, eventually blossoming into an incomparably beautiful one.

"I do!"

The three words were not said loudly by Fu Han, but they resonated powerfully, each one as if it could make a deep dent in the ground.

Nan Qing and Bai Wei, Luo Qinghe and Su Cheng, four people couldn’t wait to step onto the stage, their hands filled with the rings, champagne, and glasses that would soon be used.

The solemn priest turned towards the guests below the stage, "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. He Xing and Miss Fu Han are about to become husband and wife. Is there anyone present who has cause to believe that this couple should not be joined in matrimony? If there is none, I now pronounce..."

"I object!" a sharp, almost piercing voice rang out. Everyone turned their heads towards the direction of the voice; the speaker was Xia Ning.

On the faces of all present was more or less a sense of eagerness for gossip. It was normal for Xia Ning to object to their marriage. It would have been strange if she had not.

All those invited to He Xing’s wedding were from the wealthy or noble class, from the same upper-class society of City A, where secrets were hard to keep within such an inelastic circle.

Moreover, Xia Ning’s affection for He Xing had never been a secret but rather a public open pursuit over the years.

Thus, with He Xing getting married and Xia Ning not being the bride, many felt sympathy for her. After all, compared to Fu Han, the well-known servant’s daughter, Xia Ning’s image as the gentle, virtuous, and delicately ladylike Miss was still very well constructed and successful.

The priest’s gaze also fell upon Xia Ning, his signature elongated tone arising, "Miss, may I ask why you object? Please state your reasons!"

Fine beads of sweat surfaced on Fu Han’s forehead, and somehow, her heartbeat accelerated wildly, as though about to burst out.

Actually, as soon as the priest posed that very question, Fu Han had a bad feeling, and sure enough, what she feared came to pass.