Beg Me to Remarry -
Chapter 422: Humble Longing
Chapter 422: Chapter 422: Humble Longing
Realizing he was swallowing his saliva, Su Cheng felt somewhat embarrassed. He forced his gaze away but couldn’t resist turning it back onto Fu Han in less than a second.
Fu Han turned her head slightly, presenting her exquisite profile to Su Cheng.
Initially, he feared Fu Han might notice his staring and didn’t dare to look openly, but as he realized she seemed to be distracted and not noticing him at all, he began to sneak glances at her unabashedly—he had resigned himself to the fact that his remaining rationality couldn’t control his eyes any longer.
Even from a vantage point, Fu Han’s face appeared even more flawless. Her forehead, nose tip, and chin created a trio of perfect elevated points, and her deep-set eye sockets gave her face an unforgettable presence.
What was most striking were the two small moles under Fu Han’s eyes and on her nose bridge.
Some people’s moles look unsightly, but others, like the two on Fu Han’s face, enhance their features; without them, Fu Han would still possess great beauty, but not in a way that left such a lasting impression.
Without any filter, Fu Han’s face was truly the creator’s most exquisite masterpiece.
The full forehead, butterfly-wing-like long and curled eyelashes, eyes that were always clear in their black and white distinction, a rare third eyelid, a small, round nose, and rosy, petite lips—every feature was delicate.
Su Cheng always thought he wasn’t one to judge by appearances, but as he looked at Fu Han unrestrained for the first time, he had to admit that part of his fondness for her was because he liked her face.
He used to think that Fu Han and Nan Qing were of comparable beauty, but a closer look revealed differences. Nan Qing’s round face gave her a slight edge to compete with Fu Han, but as they aged and collagen was lost, Nan Qing’s looks would surely decline compared to Fu Han’s—that’s the difference between bone structure and skin.
The more Su Cheng looked, the more he liked her, and his heartbeat quickened to the point where it was as boisterous as a drum, almost deafening him.
If possible, he wished that time could freeze at this moment. He loved Fu Han, and even if he couldn’t have her, just being able to look at her from afar was enough.
Suddenly, Fu Han sneezed, rubbing her dainty nose and tucking her ankles inward, indicating that her feet must be cold.
Su Cheng’s heart clenched. After some thought, he turned and walked away. Moments later, he reappeared at the entrance of the first floor, holding a pair of light pink socks.
"It’s cold, wear these socks," Su Cheng said as he squatted down in front of Fu Han. Now that the distance was closer, the visual impact of her feet was even more pronounced—to put it bluntly, they were the most beautiful feet Su Cheng had ever seen.
It took Fu Han a few seconds to realize the person in front of her was Su Cheng. Instinctively, she moved back but forgot she was sitting in a hanging basket. The sudden movement made the basket swing wildly as if it were a pendulum, turning her pale with fright as she cried out softly.
Just as Fu Han lost her balance and lurched forward, Su Cheng hurriedly reached out, steadying her shoulders at the last crucial moment, while his knees braced against the surging basket.
But this made the situation even more awkward. Fu Han’s face was pressed against Su Cheng’s shoulder, and he was on one knee on the ground, his hands, unbeknownst to him, had embraced her shoulders.
No matter how you looked at it, they resembled two people hugging each other.
This was the first time Su Cheng had hugged Fu Han. The faint scent lingering at the tip of his nose—whether it was perfume or shower gel—was the most delightful he had ever experienced.
He greedily savored the softness of the person in his arms, realizing for the first time that although Fu Han was nearly 170 centimeters tall, she still felt very petite when leaning into his embrace.
Time seemed to stretch indefinitely, though it could have been just a few seconds, before Fu Han’s voice broke the silence, awkward yet poignant, "Su... Cheng, Su Cheng, will you... will you let go of me now?"
Awoken by her words, Su Cheng apologetically said, "I’m sorry," and his hands hesitantly parted, shifting to support her with one hand and the swinging basket with the other to prevent further loss of control.
As Su Cheng was about to stand up on tiptoes, his gaze inadvertently met a pair of distinct, deeply captivating eyes. They were beautiful, almost magical, pulling all the surrounding light into their depths.
He was inadvertently mesmerized, his mouth slowly curving into a bigger and bigger smile. If possible, he truly wished he could see that smile every day.
A click was heard from somewhere, but Su Cheng’s ears were rendered ornaments; he heard nothing until a man’s slightly sharp voice rang out, "What are you two doing?"
Su Cheng turned sharply to see Ji Liangchuan standing at the door, unsure when he had arrived. His exaggeratedly large, peach blossom eyes were filled with surprise and anger, resembling a beast ready to explode at any moment.
A sense of guilt surfaced in Su Cheng’s heart. He instinctively stepped back, but upon realizing the man wasn’t He Xing, anger surged within him, and he firmly challenged, "What does it matter to you what we’re doing?"
In that brief moment, Ji Liangchuan had already approached them with big strides. Without a word, he reached out and grabbed the collar of Su Cheng’s shirt.
Fu Han watched everything unfold, her eyes wide in shock, unable to comprehend how this fight had erupted out of nowhere.
She had merely been sitting in the hanging basket, entranced by the snowy scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was just that her feet were a little cold and she didn’t want to fetch socks. She was just surprised at how Su Cheng had found her socks. It was only that the basket had suddenly gone out of control, and she nearly fell but was saved by Su Cheng. It was just that she lunged, not willingly, into Su Cheng’s arms, and while thanking him with a smile, he stayed dazed and didn’t respond.
That was all, but why had the situation escalated to this point?
The two tall men were entangled as if they were seeing red, the force of their fighting substantial. The fine tea set on the coffee table had shattered, the table itself turned over, the sofa knocked askew, and the throw blanket crumpled.
Fu Han repeatedly tried to separate them, but neither would let go, as if in a desperate struggle of mutual annihilation.
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