Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 383 Blue Roses Pink Roses

Chapter 383: Chapter 383 Blue Roses Pink Roses

The knock on the door came abruptly, booming and resonant, kicking Fu Han’s heartbeat up several notches. Her train of thought was interrupted, but it was difficult for her to extricate herself from the depths of sorrow.

Bai Wei’s voice came from outside, "Fu Han, Dad and Mom sent me to call you. Are we ready to leave?"

Tonight, Fu Xingbo was hosting a dinner for Grandpa He and He Xing. An hour ago, Bai Wei had come to find Fu Han, urging her to get ready and dress up.

But it wasn’t until that moment that Fu Han belatedly realized she was still in her pajamas, with a bare, pallid face and slightly swollen eyes. Going out at night with this appearance, no one would believe she wasn’t trying to scare people on purpose.

"Could you please wait another ten minutes? I’ll be ready in no time."

After she dropped that line, Fu Han rifled through her suitcase. She had been brought to this five-star hotel by Fu Xingbo after being discharged from the hospital that morning, and had not yet unpacked her luggage.

Fortunately, there were a few outfits in the suitcase, although some of the finer garments would look cheap if not ironed before wearing.

In the end, Fu Han chose a sky-blue dress with white stripes, complete with an exaggerated navy-style collar. The collar, cuffs, and hem were trimmed with delicate white lace, adding an air of intellectual chic to the sweet garment.

Although it was autumn and the nights were a bit chilly, she wore a pair of flesh-colored stockings under a white woolen coat that reached her ankles.

Fu Han parted her long hair into two sections, pinning the top half with a large bow hair clip that matched the color of her dress, while the lower half cascaded over her shoulders. She let a few stray strands frame her cheeks, making the asymmetry of her face less pronounced.

She looked at herself in the mirror from all angles and couldn’t help but sigh—whether it was from crying too much lately or not sleeping well, she could faintly see bags under her eyes.

Fu Han applied a thin layer of concealer under her eyes and, feeling her complexion was a bit pale, added a touch of lipstick to brighten her skin tone.

In less than ten minutes, Fu Han opened the door.

The Fu family of three had been chatting by the door of their own adjoining room, but when they saw Fu Han, all three of them were spellbound.

Bai Wei was especially effusive, walking up to Fu Han and taking her in from head to toe before exclaiming sincerely, "Fu Han, you look absolutely stunning tonight."

Everyone craves to be praised for their beauty, especially a girl who was used to such compliments. Faced with the long-missed praise, Fu Han blushed. She glanced over Bai Wei and returned the compliment, "You’re looking very beautiful today too, like a rosebud about to bloom."

Her words were not an exaggeration. Bai Wei was dressed in a pink satin sheath dress that outlined her poised and refined demeanor while highlighting her unique charm. The black woolen coat over it made her look like a sword poised to strike, perfectly embodying the metaphor of a budding rose.

Bai Wei’s beautiful face flushed with gentle joy. She pursed her lips, smiling with demure confidence, truly befitting of someone gracing the big screen, with every smile brimming with allure.

Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian trailed a few steps behind, watching the two women walking side by side ahead of them—one a blue rose, the other a pink rose, resembling twin blossoms.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Bai Qian felt a twinge of sourness. She sniffled and said unnaturally, "Honey, if only their relationship could stay this good forever, how wonderful that would be."

Fu Xingbo wrapped his arm around Bai Qian’s shoulders and said in a low but firm voice, "Don’t worry, they will certainly remain close for a lifetime."

After a pause, Fu Xingbo’s voice grew even deeper, as if the words were coming from the pit of his stomach, "You suffered so much giving birth to Bai Wei, and I couldn’t bear to see you go through that pain again, which is why I’ve always been against having a second child. This has worried you for many years, that Bai Wei would lack support when we’re gone. You don’t have to worry now, do you?"

With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and Bai Wei and Fu Han stepped in first, grinning and waving at the others, "Come on in, quick! The elevator doors are closing."

Fu Xingbo put one foot in the elevator first, waiting for Bai Qian to enter before he fully stepped in.

The hotel elevator was spacious and often crowded, but today it only contained the four of them.

As Bai Qian looked over at Bai Wei, who was whispering with Fu Han, she tiptoed and murmured into Fu Xingbo’s ear, "I want another child because we agreed that the second one would take your surname. I want someone in this world to not only carry on your bloodline but also your family name."

Behind his glasses, Fu Xingbo’s eyes seemed to flicker with a tear as he coughed softly, trying to keep his voice as low as possible, "You know I don’t care much about these things, besides, we have Fu Han now, don’t we?"

Before Bai Qian could respond, a crisp little noise rang out. Bai Wei pointed at the two and said to Fu Han, "See what I mean? I’ve been third-wheeling like this for years. If you go to M Country, and you see them attached at the hip, whispering to each other every day, you’ll just get used to it."

Fu Han covered her mouth, laughing, "Although I haven’t lived in M Country for long, I’m used to it too."

"You two are pretty bold, making fun of us," laughed Bai Qian, her voice clear but unable to mask the blush on her cheeks.

Bai Wei playfully stuck out her tongue, continuing to gossip with Fu Han.

Fu Xingbo patted Bai Qian’s shoulder, his face filled with affection.

The drive from the hotel to the restaurant reserved by Fu Xingbo was only about ten minutes.

Fu Han sat in the back seat, watching the streetlights flicker by her window, appearing and disappearing, over and over again.

Her eyes were at times bright, at times dim.

Soon she would see He Xing, and she asked herself over and over in her heart, should she throw out the video and confront him publicly, demanding a clear explanation?

Fu Han’s mind was a tangled mess, unable to think clearly; some things give you a headache when you can’t figure them out, and heartache when you do, and right now, both her head and heart were in pain.

Outside the car window, the scenery grew livelier. The bustling city center was always a hive of activity in the sleepless city of A.

Fu Xingbo parked the car and patted the steering wheel before turning to Fu Han with a smile, "Okay, we can get out now."

After agreeing, Fu Han pushed open the car door, and her cream-colored patent leather shoes emerged, stepping onto Oiland Road, as starkly contrasting as if they were opposing sides.