Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 423: Who made the first move?

Chapter 423: Chapter 423: Who made the first move?

She had screamed herself hoarse to no avail, and at last, she could only pull out her phone and use the last of her remaining strength to say, "If you continue fighting, I’m going to call the police."

As it turned out, this statement was more effective than anything she had said before; Su Cheng and Ji Liangchuan displayed an unprecedented level of understanding and stopped simultaneously.

A few minutes later, the wool blanket was neatly replaced, the coffee table flipped back to its original position, the sofa was placed tidily around the blanket, and even the decorative pillows on the sofa were back in their places.

Everything had returned to how it was before, even neater and more uniform in fact, except for the coffee table, which was empty, and the garbage bin that was now filled with the broken pieces of the tea set.

Fu Han’s rage had completely erupted. She stood with her arms crossed, looking at the two tall young men in front of her, "If you guys can work together so well to tidy up the living room, why can’t you talk things out instead of resorting to violence?"

"He started it," Su Cheng said, his mouth corner marked with a large bruise, wincing in pain as he spoke, pulling at the wound.

"And you won’t mention that it was you who harbored unseemly intentions towards Fu Han first?" Ji Liangchuan felt no remorse for being the first to throw a punch; in fact, his presence seemed even more domineering than Su Cheng’s. His expression was exaggerated while speaking, also wincing from the pain as he pulled on the wound at the corner of his eye.

Seeing that they were on the verge of arguing again, Fu Han rubbed her temples in pain, having learned from previous experience that her attempts to mediate were futile. She pointed to the Gardener busily clearing snow outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, "If you really have energy to spare, go outside and help with the snow clearing instead of fighting and giving me a headache."

As she spoke, Fu Han’s pretty face was flushed with anger, yet her beauty was in no way diminished by her angry mood; instead, her features appeared even more vivid and lively.

But the two men opposite her, shamed under her angry gaze, lowered their heads in unison. It was Su Cheng who spoke first, "Fu Han, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have resorted to violence. You...please don’t be angry anymore."

Ji Liangchuan was quick to speak as well, trying not to be outdone, "I was wrong too. I promise that as long as Su Cheng doesn’t look at you with that lecherous gaze, I absolutely won’t lay a hand on him."

Those words were like a spark to powder, setting off an inevitable chain reaction.

Su Cheng, defiant, raised his head; on his handsome face was a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Ji Liangchuan, clarify yourself. Who’s been giving Fu Han lecherous looks? I certainly have not!"

"If it weren’t for me, you would have almost kissed her. Are you still saying you didn’t?"

"You’re making it up; I would never do anything to disrespect Fu Han."

"Stop pretending to be the gentleman here. Don’t think for a moment that I’m unaware of what you’re thinking."

"I’ve never hidden my feelings. The whole world knows I like Fu Han; but you, why are you getting close to Fu Han? Don’t tell me you’re here just to watch over her for He Xing?"

The moment they started bickering, Fu Han had completely given up on them. She thought that if they were determined to argue, then they could just get it out of their system, and she could ignore them by not listening or looking.

She climbed back into the hanging chair, holding a book she had just taken off the shelf.

Yet, upon hearing Su Cheng’s words, Fu Han stopped turning the pages. She turned her head with difficulty, a faint hope rising in her heart about how Ji Liangchuan would respond. Was he truly here at He Xing’s bidding to watch over her? If so, she would be...happy.

One moment the living room felt as if its roof was about to be blown off, the next silence descended, so profound one could nearly hear a pin drop, along with the faint, audible thumping of a heartbeat—whose, it was unclear.

Ji Liangchuan slowly turned his head, his trademark, dramatically large, peach blossom eyes looking straight at Fu Han, yet not quite as if he was truly seeing her.

It was hard to say how long it was before Ji Liangchuan finally spoke. His voice was deep and slow, as if echoing through a narrow corridor, an ancient incantation come to life. "My presence at Fu Han’s side isn’t because of He Xing, but because I’ve come to understand that even though I am friends with He Xing, I can’t betray my own heart. I should fight for my own happiness."

At this point, Ji Liangchuan paused for a moment, and a smile bloomed on his face like a night-blooming cereus, capturing a fleeting beauty before vanishing just as quickly.

The next second, his face wore a complex expression that was hard to decipher. With the solemnity of an oath, he declared, "Fu Han, I like you. Whether you accept it or not, I like you, and I always will."

Is this... a confession?

Fu Han’s eyes widened as she looked at Ji Liangchuan. She had only wanted to hear some news about He Xing, but unexpectedly, she was confronted with such a profound declaration of love.

Yes, a profound love.

Fu Han had always known Ji Liangchuan to be a good friend of He Xing’s, but since she never attended the same school as He Xing, she had never met Ji Liangchuan.

She first saw Ji Liangchuan last year after returning to China, one night when He Xing, drunk, had Ji Liangchuan call her using He Xing’s phone to pick him up.

The noisy, bustling bar, the thundering music, Fu Han at the time was desperate to get away from He Xing, but she couldn’t bear to ignore the drunken He Xing.

So, despite her clear reluctance, she went to pick up He Xing.

That was the first time she’d ever seen Ji Liangchuan. She hadn’t retained any memory of his appearance that day, hating alcohol and bars alike, as well as the man who had stood by, allowing He Xing to get drunk without intervention. Therefore, she hadn’t taken a good look at Ji Liangchuan, and even her first impression of him was unfavorable, only remembering his attractive peach blossom eyes.

In the days that followed, Fu Han had only occasionally seen Ji Liangchuan, and they hardly spoke during those encounters.

Even after she came to realize that Ji Liangchuan was a man of high artistic achievement, she also learned about his chaotic love life, taking a different woman to bed each night.

In Fu Han’s worldview, sex could never be separated from love. Without love, there would be no sex, so despite her admiration for Ji Liangchuan’s artistic talents, it was marred by his promiscuous lifestyle.

It’s no exaggeration to say that Fu Han never felt she and Ji Liangchuan were people of the same world. Never!

But right now, as she looked at Ji Liangchuan declaring his fondness for her, she wanted to deny his affection, wanted to convince herself that Ji Liangchuan was merely joking. However, she couldn’t ignore the sincerity and depth of emotion that she saw in his eyes.

The blunt refusal that had reached Fu Han’s lips was swallowed down. She began to reword her thoughts in her mind, considering that even in refusal, it was best not to hurt someone’s pride.