Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 343: Indescribable Reluctance

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Indescribable Reluctance

In less than five minutes, Fu Han hung up the phone. Her obsidian-like eyes looked at Luo Qiluo, "Aunt Luo, what I wanted to say is that Bai Wei and I were about to deal with this matter when you came in. We have always wanted to tell you, but you didn’t give us a chance to speak."

Luo Qiluo’s face reddened slightly, and she gave an awkward cough, saying in a weak voice, "I didn’t know. If you wanted to speak, do you think I would seal your mouths shut?"

The lady of Huangpu felt ignored by Fu Han. Believing her son had wholeheartedly sacrificed for Fu Han, she considered herself superior in Fu Han’s presence. At this moment, she felt no guilt, but instead, her tone was even more aggressive, "My son hit someone to save you. You helping him now is only right."

Bai Wei, burning with anger, had already stood up. However, before he could speak, Fu Han grabbed him, "Don’t say anything more, let it be."

"But..." Bai Wei clearly wasn’t willing to let it go.

However, just at that moment, Bai Qian appeared at the door with three cups of milk tea, looking somewhat surprised to see Luo Qiluo and the lady of Huangpu, "What brings you here?"

"What else? Tell your darling daughter to stop harming my son." Meeting a "love rival," Luo Qiluo’s jealousy towards Bai Qian seemed almost instinctive. Even if Bai Qian did nothing but simply stand there, Luo Qiluo felt like launching an attack on her. Hence, her words were particularly sharp!

Although Bai Qian was well protected by Fu Xingbo and usually alternated between gentleness and liveliness, she was not foolish. Seeing the stance of the two middle-aged women, she knew they were bullying Fu Han and Bai Wei.

The protective mother in her surfaced, her face darkened, "I don’t want to speak ill of your son in front of my daughter, not because I can’t outtalk you, but because he’s the man my daughter likes. To belittle Luo Qinghe is to belittle my own daughter."

In other words, when Luo Qiluo spat venom at Bai Wei, wasn’t she also demeaning Luo Qinghe in some convoluted way?

All being savvy people, Luo Qiluo immediately caught the implied meaning in Bai Qian’s words. Her face turned red with fury, and under the rage, she nearly rushed forward to fight Bai Qian.

On the contrary, it was the lady of Huangpu who stopped her, speaking with exceptional calm, "Madam Li, we have settled our affairs, and I don’t think there’s any need for us to stay here any longer. Let’s go."

Luo Qiluo snorted, unwillingly glared at Bai Wei, but was met with a fierce look from Bai Wei, like that of a young wolf—absolute hostility.

Without doubt, Bai Wei was thoroughly infuriated. If Luo Qiluo dared to utter even half a word more, Bai Wei would attack like a rabid dog.

The ward that was arranged to be warm and romantic suddenly became exceedingly oppressive, the kind of oppression that made it hard to breathe.

Luo Qiluo did not want to stay a second longer. She and the lady of Huangpu walked out one after the other; once outside and cooled by the breeze, Luo Qiluo felt her sweat-soaked back cool down. Catching something in the corner of her eye, she saw the lady of Huangpu wiping sweat beads from her forehead with the back of her hand.

This discovery brought a degree of comfort to Luo Qiluo, mocking words already on the tip of her tongue, yet ultimately, she swallowed them back down. It wasn’t just the lady of Huangpu who was intimidated into a cold sweat by Fu Han and the others; Luo Qiluo hadn’t fared much better herself.

Being in the same boat, speaking out rashly would only harm both sides severely.

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In Fu Han’s ward, Bai Qian handed them their respective milk teas and casually asked, "What did those two come for? Surely not to ask you to save someone?"

"You guessed it," said Bai Wei, guzzling a large mouthful with a hint of spite, "They came over to blame Fu Han and me for their precious son being taken away by the police."

"Seen through the lens of a certain bandit logic, there’s some sense to that," Bai Qian said, sitting relaxed on the sofa as if unaffected by the ’ugly’ expressions of Bai Wei and Fu Han.

Today, Bai Qian was dressed sharply in a white collared shirt paired with a khaki blazer, black bell-bottom trousers below, and black little leather shoes on her feet.

The sunlight streaming through the window shone on Bai Qian, making her appear as if she were glowing, dazzlingly bright to the point of being hard to stare at directly.

Fu Han’s gaze shifted between Bai Qian and Bai Wei, and she couldn’t help but assess them. Logically speaking, Bai Qian was Bai Wei’s mother and had no advantage in age or height, but somehow, when they were together, people tended to notice Bai Qian first.

The only explanation that seemed plausible was a matter of presence, unrelated to anything else.

She was once again absent-minded during a time when she shouldn’t have been, so much so that she didn’t hear a word of Bai Qian and Bai Wei’s conversation, and she didn’t even notice they were waiting for her to speak.

Bai Wei, unable to contain her impatience, nudged Fu Han with her elbow, "Fu Han, what really are you thinking? Are you truly content to let Xia Cheng and Xia Ning off the hook?"

Her words yanked Fu Han back from a barely calmed state of mind into reality, and she sighed almost imperceptibly, "Some people are indeed lucky, while I always seem to draw short luck. We can’t ignore Su Cheng and Luo Qinghe. As for Xia Cheng and Xia Ning, all I can say is, ’evildoers will meet their karma.’

Guilt was even more apparent on Bai Wei’s face as she spoke softly, "Fu Han, I’ve wronged you."

"No, you haven’t," Fu Han replied, her teeth chattering as she took a large sip of the icy milk tea. Still, she forced a cheerful tone, "Even if you hadn’t suggested it, I wouldn’t have ignored them."

Suddenly, the phone rang, the shrill sound jarring within the ward. Fu Han saw the caller was He Xing and didn’t know what to say to him, that is, if she could even speak to him in a calm voice.

She hung up the phone, quickly fabricating a lie, "It’s a spam call."

Seconds later, the phone rang again. This time is was Fu Xingbo, and she couldn’t ignore it. She picked up and said, "Uncle, do you need something?"

"Xiaohan, why would you go to the police and say everything was a misunderstanding?" Fu Xingbo’s voice carried noticeable anger, but more than that, his usual calm and restraint, "Haven’t I told you that I would handle this matter?"

A burst of wind carrying the rich scent of osmanthus swept by, causing Fu Han to sneeze sharply. Only then did she realize her hands and feet were already ice-cold. Speaking into the phone, she said, "Uncle, I don’t want this matter to expand further. It would affect Bai Wei and my careers, it would affect Luo Qinghe’s and Su Cheng’s reputations; I believe I’ve made the right decision."

Whatever Fu Xingbo said afterward didn’t register with Fu Han. At this moment, she somewhat wanted to go for a walk, perhaps the autumn chill could soothe the indescribable frustration in her heart.