Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 359: The Sooner, The Better

Chapter 359: Chapter 359: The Sooner, The Better

Suddenly, Fu Xingbo gave her a flick on the forehead, and Fu Han cried out in pain, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

Fu Xingbo laughed like a gentle breeze under a clear moon, "You’re just a child, always thinking about where to play, yet here you are reflecting on life? What on earth is filling your head?"

Strangely, the wind outside the window became much gentler, gently blowing Fu Han’s hair, softly brushing her cheeks, and her heart instantly softened.

Fu Han rested her head on Fu Xingbo’s shoulder as she used to and whispered, "Uncle, I want to leave early, the sooner the better. Is that okay?"

"Why?" Fu Xingbo didn’t answer but asked in return. He wrapped his arm around Fu Han’s shoulder, and his gentle voice arose, "Because of what just happened?"

Fu Han’s heart was complicated. She knew she didn’t want to leave solely because of what had just happened, but what should she say? She didn’t know, nor did she know how to start.

Meanwhile, Fu Xingbo thought he had struck a chord with Fu Han. He patted her shoulder and said, "Although hitting someone is wrong, when I saw you hit Xia Ning, I felt reassured. You were fighting back tooth for nail, and you didn’t do anything wrong, but..."

At this point, Fu Xingbo’s tone shifted, and a light chuckle came, "Still, I think you better not do this in the future. What if you get hurt yourself? That would be counterproductive."

Fu Han moved slightly and broke free from Fu Xingbo’s embrace. She spoke with a sense of grievance, "But I can’t have the law judge her, and yet she comes before me flaunting her power. I really can’t stand it."

"I know, I know." The smile on Fu Xingbo’s face grew even brighter, and he laughed while patting her shoulder, "You’re standing up for justice for yourself, which I think is very brave. But there are many ways to fight for justice, and neither He Xing nor I have given up on dealing with this matter. Did you know that?"

"What?" Fu Han’s eyes widened as she looked at Fu Xingbo. She honestly said, "I don’t know what you’re doing, and no one has told me."

The wind outside suddenly became sharp, whipping Fu Han’s hair in all directions. Some strands slapped against her cheeks, stinging with numbness.

Fu Xingbo chuckled, his smile always magical, like the sun in the midst of winter, radiating warmth.

What also warmed Fu Han was Fu Xingbo’s words, "That day, He Xing and I were consulting a lawyer about how to handle this matter when we received a call stating that you had already contacted the police saying that you and Xia Ning would settle the matter privately. I was right beside He Xing at the time, and it was obvious his mood was very bad, but the lawyer said he still consulted on this matter afterward."

Fu Han went over Fu Xingbo’s words word by word. To be fair, her mood did improve a bit from before, but those words couldn’t truly comfort her.

She suddenly felt a strong desire to pour out her heart, something she would never do with an elder before, as it would make them worry.

But today was different, and at this moment, Fu Xingbo was the only one who could listen to her plight, calm and serene. Perhaps it was because of their blood relationship that Fu Han trusted Fu Xingbo only slightly less than He Xing.

Fu Han’s hand absent-mindedly clicked against the window frame as she said softly, "Uncle, do you remember what happened at my wedding with He Xing?"

"Of course I remember." Fu Xingbo immediately said, "Just as you were about to exchange rings, a recording came out. It was like Grandpa He and He Xing discussing how to exaggerate his illness to make you marry He Xing, right?"

Even though Fu Xingbo spoke calmly, Fu Han’s heart still ached, as if it had been pricked by a needle. It seemed as though her and He Xing’s fate was always fraught with hardships, invariably encountering various problems.

In a low voice, she said, "Yes, perhaps you know that I’ve liked He Xing since I was young. My wish on my eighteenth birthday was to marry He Xing."

"I’ve heard about that," Fu Xingbo said as if recalling something, his eyes softening. Smiling, he added, "Bai Qian is He Xing’s aunt. I knew about this even before I met you."

The world is vast, so big that many people whom we bid "goodbye" may never see each other again. And yet the world is also small, small enough that two people who you would think have nothing in common would have already met in the currents of time in all sorts of ways.

Fu Han only knew He Xing’s aunt lived in M Country but never imagined that He Xing’s cousin was also her cousin.

Suddenly, the sun peeked out from behind the clouds, enveloping Fu Han in its glow.

She raised her hand to create a shade over her eyes, "Uncle, now I feel that if time could reverse, I wouldn’t have made that wish on my eighteenth birthday."

"Why?" Fu Xingbo looked surprised, sunshine falling on his face, yet his eyes were shielded by his long eyelashes, obscuring the view within.

Fu Han’s eyes narrowed, holding back tears, leaving only her sweet, tinkling voice, "Liking someone is too exhausting, especially when the one who likes more is destined to be wronged, destined to swallow all the bitterness. Now that I think about it, finding someone who truly likes me isn’t bad."

"The one you like, who likes you, who suits you." Fu Xingbo gazed into the distance, his eyes clearcut beneath, filled with reminiscence, "In relationships, we only encounter these few types. Everyone hopes to find a mutual love, but even if two people love each other, once together, they must still consider whether their values and personalities are compatible. Love is between two people, but marriage is between two families. So you were very sweet when dating, but you’re in pain now that you’re married."

"But..." Fu Han struggled to speak, "Even when we were dating, I never felt very happy."

This sentiment was buried deep in Fu Han’s heart, it was her most unspoken truth. She had loved He Xing for so many years; although there were joyful moments, there was also much pain. So whenever she reminisced about their relationship, she found the pain overshadowed the joy.

The warmth of the sun declined, and threads of coolness seeped through the tiles to her legs, finally reaching every limb of her body.

Fu Xingbo sighed, "I know, because of Xia Ning, right? Love is between two people, yet a third is involved, creating a crowded and painful situation. This is also why I disagree with you continuing to be with He Xing."

"You..." This was the first time someone had plainly told Fu Han that they disagreed with her being with He Xing, and this person was her own uncle, which shocked her so greatly that she couldn’t close her mouth in surprise, "Why? Uncle, why don’t you agree?"