Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 392: Even Elders Love Gossip

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Even Elders Love Gossip

Fu Han revealed a knowing smile that said she understood more than she let on; she looked at Ji Liangchuan meaningfully and glanced at the seat beside her, "So, you changed seats to sit next to me?"

"Yeah." Ji Liangchuan’s shamelessness was on full display; he grinned at Fu Han, his exaggerated peach blossom eyes shining particularly brightly, "After all, over twenty hours—even though we’re not that familiar—it’s still better than a complete stranger, right? If you want to talk, I can keep you company."

Fu Han scoffed, pulling up the blanket to cover her cheeks completely, leaving only a crisp and pleasant voice to filter out from beneath, "Do as you please, I’m going to sleep—don’t disturb me."

Outside the blanket, Ji Liangchuan’s hand, which had been in mid-air, paused at her words; he smiled, quietly lowered his hand, and said quite cheerfully, "Got it, but if you want to chat, feel free to wake me. I’m on call 24/7."

He felt a flush rising to his face as he spoke; he cleared his throat and added, "Don’t get me wrong—it’s just so boring on the plane."

Under the blanket, Fu Han didn’t change her expression and simply closed her eyes without a word.

If all this was just a coincidence, it was too far-fetched, more exaggerated than a melodramatic soap opera; but if it wasn’t a coincidence, the conclusion drawn was not what she hoped for, so she thought that responding to changes with constancy was better.

Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian, seated in the row behind them, hadn’t stopped whispering to each other, their gazes occasionally falling onto Fu Han and Ji Liangchuan with significant expressions.

The blanket gave the impression that Fu Han was sleeping, but whether she was actually asleep was left to individual interpretation.

With her eyes closed, Fu Han’s hearing became more sensitive; although Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian’s voices were quite low, she could still catch most of their conversation.

She heard Bai Qian’s voice, deliberately lowered yet tinged with amusement, "Honey, Xiaohan is more charming than Xiaowei. I think she has more boys chasing after her than Xiaowei does."

Then came Fu Xingbo’s muted voice, "I feel the same way, and I think the guys who are after Xiaohan aren’t half bad."

The couple then continued their discussion about He Xing, Su Cheng, Luo Qinghe, and Ji Liangchuan.

Fu Han hadn’t expected even the serious-looking adults could be so gossipy, and that when they do gossip, they do it with even more enthusiasm than others—as the saying goes, silence is golden until you strike a chord.

Their chatter resulted in Fu Han, who had initially planned to pretend to sleep for a little while, ending up not lifting the blanket off her head and falling asleep out of sheer boredom.

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After sending off her parents and Fu Han, Bai Wei drove straight to Luo Qinghe’s apartment. She parked the car with familiar ease and then crossed the street to buy Luo Qinghe’s favorite Crab Dumplings.

At Luo Qinghe’s doorstep, Bai Wei knocked three times. After waiting about ten seconds without hearing footsteps inside, she pursed her lips, lifted the doormat, deftly retrieved the key from beneath, and opened the door.

Even though she was prepared, the smell that greeted her upon entering still took Bai Wei by surprise; she wrinkled her nose, surveying the room with discontent.

Half-eaten instant noodle containers on the coffee table; ashtray filled with cigarette butts; garbage can full of barbecue skewers; and her gaze lingered on a corner—where she spied something resembling a cockroach skittering about.

This apartment was the messiest Bai Wei had ever seen—no exceptions.

Shoes were strewn haphazardly near the shoe rack, which itself was empty. She couldn’t understand the point of a rack if it wasn’t used for shoes.

Inside the wardrobe were clothes, wrinkled and jumbled like pickles; plenty of hangers were above, but not a single one held clothes.

It was hard to imagine how Luo Qinghe managed to look so dapper when he stepped out each day—perhaps credit was due to his frequently used steamer.

Bai Wei had never seen another man’s room; she didn’t know if they were all like this. She always became irate visiting Luo Qinghe’s place—it was akin to a dump.

Yet every time she commented on the mess, Luo Qinghe would start to tidy up, promising it wouldn’t happen again.

Had things improved? Somewhat—his room would be a lot better if she told him in advance of her visit. If she told him a few days ahead, his room might even be as neat as the day he moved in.

Suppressing disgust, Bai Wei cleared a "clean" area on the coffee table for the breakfast, then turned and headed towards Luo Qinghe’s bedroom.

Fortunately, the state of his bedroom was a bit better than she expected: it wasn’t a complete disaster, though a thick scent lingered—a mix of masculine aroma and unidentifiable cologne.

Standing by the bed, Bai Wei beheld Luo Qinghe. Dawn was breaking, and his curtains didn’t completely shield against the light, allowing her to clearly see his face.

Thick, curled eyelashes rested upon his eyelids, casting a long shadow beneath, accentuating his arched brows and lofty nose bridge.

Bai Wei found his chin the most alluring, encircled by faint stubble that added not a hint of slovenliness but rather a preternaturally youthful, world-weary allure.

After staring at his face for over ten seconds, she decided it was the most handsome she’d ever seen, dwarfing any displeasure caused by the disarray of Luo Qinghe’s room.

What was a bit of mess? They wouldn’t be cleaning themselves after marrying anyway; she’d just get the house cleaner to come more often. It was no big deal.

Bai Wei settled by the bed, gently caressed his cheek, relishing the feel; smooth where shaven, prickly where stubbled—a contrastingly tactile experience that thrilled her.

Speaking softly, almost like coddling a child, she said, "It’s getting late, time to wake up."

Luo Qinghe rubbed his cheek in her palm, his voice nasal, "Let me sleep a bit more; I stayed up late working on the drawings last night."

This was another reason Bai Wei adored Luo Qinghe. When he signed on for the movie "Yearning for Homecoming," he made it clear he wouldn’t enter the entertainment circle, and he had kept to his word.