Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 421: Snowy Scene in the Garden

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: Snowy Scene in the Garden

He Xing’s lips pressed tighter and tighter, and if you listened closely, you could even hear the sound of his teeth grinding. As he continued to accelerate, he made a firm decision in his heart that if this truly was the Xia Family acting behind the scenes, he would never provide any help to the Xia Group again, and they would settle past accounts as they should.

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M Country, Fu Family villa.

The living room was very spacious and its decoration couldn’t possibly be considered luxurious; even the knick-knacks in the room were exceptionally plain. But everything in there was delicate.

If someone knowledgeable were there, they would realize the hidden luxury in the Fu Family’s austere living room. Not only were the ink paintings on the walls genuine, but the blue and white porcelain vases used as flower vases were also treasures. Even the eight ancient bronze chairs placed next to the dining table were antiques.

At the moment, Fu Han was nestled in a hanging basket by the floor-to-ceiling window. The basket was lined with a flannel blanket, very soft, and she didn’t feel cold with her bare feet on it, especially since the air conditioning in the living room was very strong.

From her angle, she could see the garden; the round, bustling gardener was busy trying to clear the snow from the garden.

According to Fu Xingbo, Bai Qian had designed the garden, and all the flowers in it were carefully selected by Bai Qian herself. However, it was winter, and all the flowers had withered away, leaving only the two plum trees in the corner as decoration.

Unfortunately, the heavy snowfall last night caused the two plum trees, which had barely begun their first bloom, to lose their blossoms before Fu Han had a chance to enjoy them due to her hospitalization.

As soon as Bai Qian returned, she ordered the gardener to clear the snow from the garden and tend to it carefully, hoping the plum trees might bloom again.

Fu Han didn’t really care whether the plum trees bloomed or not. She could see plum blossoms every year back in her home country— if not this year, then she could just wait until next year. After all, there would always be an opportunity.

But after all, she was just a guest here. Bai Qian insisted on sprucing up the garden to reduce the damage the snowstorm had caused to the plants, so Fu Han didn’t have much to say.

Her gaze fell on the two plum trees, their trunks winding intricately together. The trees grew quite tall, even taller than the walls, standing very close together with branches crisscrossing and intertwining as if whispering ’you are part of me, and I am part of you.’

It was said that these were one red plum and one green plum tree. Every year when they bloomed, they painted the garden with splashes of red and green, which against M Country’s winter snow created quite the atmosphere.

Bai Qian felt that the red plum was her and the green plum Fu Xingbo. Thus, the two middle-aged romantics paid special attention to these two trees, valuing them more than any other luxurious flora. That’s why the gardener started by clearing the snow around these two trees.

Yet sadly, the unusual snowstorm the previous night had stripped the trees of many of their buds, leaving them almost barren. Even if they were to bloom again, the flowers would be lonely, hardly a stunning sight.

Fu Han’s gaze shifted from the plum trees to a corner of the wall, where a pine tree stood—neither too large nor too small. Bai Qian had prepared it for Christmas, buying it a week in advance and temporarily planting it in the garden, waiting for Christmas Day to cut it down and move it indoors for decoration.

There were plenty of such pine trees in Lanwan Mountain’s backyard. Uncle Zhou told them that the pine needles that fell to the ground made excellent kindling, catching fire with a single spark; he said that children from poor families grow up fast, and many of them would go up the mountain in the deep winter to gather firewood, all to alleviate their parents’ burdens.

When listening to these stories, Fu Han usually wasn’t interested. As a child, her mind was preoccupied with He Xing, thinking all day about what clothes to wear to catch his eye, what words he liked to hear... in short, her world revolved around He Xing.

After Fu Han’s fruitless trip to the airport that morning, she didn’t mention He Xing at all upon her return. Perhaps Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian also knew it was better not to mention He Xing for the moment. After lunch, they excused themselves to go buy ski gear and hadn’t returned since.

Uncle Zhou said that the pine tree was the most unremarkable and common tree in the forest, but it was green all year round, not excepting winter. Christmas especially gave every family the opportunity to have their own Christmas pine.

Fu Han thought that the snowy scene with the green pine needles was quite beautiful.

However, what she didn’t know was that, as she admired the beauty outside the window, someone was standing on the second-floor hallway watching her. This person was none other than Su Cheng, who had shamelessly taken lodging at the Fu Family.

He knew that He Xing was supposed to arrive in M Country today and certainly wasn’t looking forward to his arrival. As his rival in love, he would rather have more time alone with Fu Han.

But if He Xing came, Fu Han’s eyes would certainly have no place for Su Cheng; this was something Su Cheng didn’t want to admit, but had to—Fu Han had always liked He Xing from the beginning.

Because of this, although Su Cheng had woken up that morning, he hadn’t stepped out of his room to have breakfast with Fu Han. He knew that if he did, even if only out of politeness, Bai Qian would certainly ask if he wanted to go with them to pick up He Xing, and he really couldn’t bear to calmly watch He Xing and Fu Han reunite and embrace at the airport.

But oddly enough, when Su Cheng found out that He Xing didn’t come, the most immediate feeling in his heart wasn’t joy, but concern over whether Fu Han would be upset.

Because of this, he should have gone out to buy things needed for skiing or to check on the renovation of the stores, but in the end, he chose to stay at the Fu Family villa.

Even though he stayed, Su Cheng didn’t know how to comfort Fu Han. He could only pace around and around in his room on the second floor, never finding a proper excuse to start a conversation with Fu Han.

Finally, he tiptoed out of his own room, only to see Fu Han’s figure upon opening the door. She was curled up in the hanging basket like a little kitten.

There was no wind, but the hanging basket swayed gently, like a swing.

Fu Han’s fair feet were resting on the pale pink flannel blanket, and if you looked closely, you could see the veins hidden under her flesh, her toes slightly curled downward. Her toenails were a healthy flesh-pink color, subtly shimmering; paired with her slender ankles, she looked both innocent and sexy.

Her hair was long and slightly wavy, casually cascading down, with her slender waist occasionally visible between its locks.