Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 348: Carrying the Messy Accounts

Chapter 348: Chapter 348: Carrying the Messy Accounts

"You’re addicted to kicking people, aren’t you?" At the nick of time, Wang Yixuan rolled away, barely dodging the kick from Nan Qing that could have sent him to the hospital.

"Who told you to have ears that don’t work?" Nan Qing showed no signs of guilt as she deftly turned around and secured the center position on the picnic mat with ease.

Wang Yixuan struggled to his feet from the grass, rubbing his forehead, "Nan Qing, when I first met you, I thought you were a lady. I didn’t expect you to be a lunatic!"

As he spoke, Nan Qing happened to open a can of beer, took a big gulp, and gave a very pertinent review, "You’re right, the local draft beer is indeed good."

"Since you didn’t carry it here, of course, you think it’s good." Wang Yixuan also opened a beer and didn’t forget to roll his eyes at Nan Qing.

After finishing a can of beer, Nan Qing returned the rolled eyes, "Isn’t this your own doing? You said the sunflower fields here were beautiful, and this is what you brought me to see?"

A flash of embarrassment crossed Wang Yixuan’s face as he coughed unnaturally, "I... I got the time wrong, and besides, I think your paintings are not bad, the imagination... cough cough... is good."

Nan Qing couldn’t be bothered with him, her beautiful eyes looking around.

Frankly, the scenery here was indeed lovely, with terraced fields, plains, and mountains. Most importantly, the climate was pleasant, neither cold nor hot. A thin jacket in the morning and evening and a sweatshirt or an autumn dress during the day were enough.

For the picnic today, Nan Qing wore black pencil pants, a white short-sleeved shirt, and a khaki windbreaker, with mountaineering shoes on her feet.

After the sun came out, she had taken off her coat, and the classic black and white ensemble, coupled with her dynamic high ponytail and her jade-white, rosy-cheeked face, made her look like a college student.

Wang Yixuan was also sporting a casual look today, with ripped jeans, a gray short-sleeve, and a pair of red and white sports shoes, looking particularly energetic.

Objectively speaking, Wang Yixuan was quite versatile in his aura. When he didn’t style his hair, he just looked like a young man entering society, but as soon as he combed up his bangs, he immediately turned into a very stylish man.

At this moment, the two sat there, one on the picnic mat and the other on the grass, presenting a pleasant sight.

Wang Yixuan’s gaze alternated between the scenery around him and Nan Qing. After a few minutes, he hesitantly spoke up, "Nan Qing, when are you going back to A City?"

"Go back?" Nan Qing’s eyes widened innocently, "Why should I go back? Didn’t we agree to travel the world together? This is just the first stop!"

Wang Yixuan forcefully ruffled his hair, his voice filled with pain, "Traveling the world is great, but it also costs a lot of money. Let me be honest with you, I don’t have enough money to travel the world."

"I have money, I’ll treat you," Nan Qing patting Wang Yixuan’s shoulder, her beautiful face blooming with a cute smile, playful yet sincere.

"No way!" Wang Yixuan immediately refused, "I have a principle. I never spend women’s money, so don’t think about it anymore."

Nan Qing lowered her head, her long eyelashes flickering as if they were a beautiful landscape, her gentle profile like the first rays of morning sunshine, and the fuzzy down on her face made her look even more tender.

In that moment, Nan Qing was so beautiful it was hard to look away.

Wang Yixuan found himself staring, only to quickly realize his stare had been caught when Nan Qing looked up. His face, which seldom blushed, turned red as he stumbled, "That... that, I... I..."

Of course, Wang Yixuan hardly ever stammered, and his occasional stutter was indeed surprising.

Nan Qing chuckled, "Why are you staring at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"

"No... no," Wang Yixuan felt his heartbeat racing uncontrollably despite his efforts to keep it in check. He had to awkwardly look away, feigning nonchalance, "I can’t possibly use a woman’s money. If you really want to travel the world, I might have to earn living expenses in each city we visit, which means our world tour would take longer."

"Is that all?" The smile spread across Nan Qing’s face, her eyes and brows filled with mirth, "No problem. When you perform on the streets, I can cheer and shout for you."

"Okay then, I’ll be counting on your support." Wang Yixuan no longer restrained his mood, smiling exceptionally brightly, his dimples faintly visible.

...

At dusk, the ward became unusually quiet. Su Cheng left unwillingly after a series of urgent calls from his parents; Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei had already returned to her ward; He Xing had gone to buy dinner and, before leaving, had started a comedy movie for Fu Han.

Fu Han leaned back on the pillow watching the film, her beautiful face expressionless as if she wasn’t watching a comedy but a heavy drama.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Fu Han turned to see Fu Xingbo standing at the doorway with a smile, "What are you thinking about?"

"Uncle, are you looking for me?" Fu Han smiled, trying to keep her voice as calm as possible, but inside she already guessed the reason for Fu Xingbo’s visit.

Sure enough, after Fu Xingbo came in and sat in the chair previously occupied by He Xing, he spoke earnestly, "Xiaohan, have you thought about my proposal?"

"I..." Fu Han’s smile vanished instantly as she lowered her head and sighed, "I haven’t decided yet. Could you give me some more time?"

"Of course, you can." Fu Xingbo affectionately ruffled Fu Han’s hair and spoke softly, "But you know, the sooner you go there, the better. Your face can’t wait."

"I know." Fu Han kept her head down, but soon looked up at Fu Xingbo, "Uncle, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I really want to leave here and think about my future life. But when I see how good he is to me, I can’t bear to leave him."

"You love He Xing, I know that," sighed Fu Xingbo, his voice filled with gravity, "But Xiaohan, I’ve talked to He Xing. He really loves you, but he and the Xia Family are a mess, a lifelong mess that can’t be untangled. If you really marry He Xing, it means you’ll be carrying this mess too. You’ll have to be grateful to the Xia Family. Can you do that?"

"I..." Fu Han was at a loss for words and after a long pause finally said in a low voice, "I am grateful that Xia Ning’s mother saved He Xing."