Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 429 The Unacknowledged Spare Tire

But looking at Bai Wei now, Fu Han did not know whether they had actually made up. She wanted to ask but did not know how to approach the subject. What if her rash inquiry caused problems in their relationship? What then?

The reality was that Fu Han had guessed wrong. Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe had not reconciled, or to be more accurate, they had not fully reconciled.

The day Fu Han went abroad, He Xing went to the airport to see her off and ended up in a car accident. Bai Wei did not realize He Xing was injured when she ran into him at the airport, and even scolded him.

Later, at the hospital, when Xia Ning found out, she took the opportunity to taunt Bai Wei. Bai Wei, who couldn’t stand Xia Ning, was bound to retort, and Luo Qinghe thought Bai Wei truly had something to do with He Xing’s worsening injuries and reproached Bai Wei.

As a result, Xia Ning gloated, saying that even Bai Wei’s boyfriend was not helping her.

So how did they make up? It turned out Luo Qinghe was shameless enough to pester Bai Wei persistently. Although he did not apologize, Bai Wei could not withstand it and ultimately surrendered meekly.

Luo Qinghe chose not to address the issue head-on, and the end result was that Bai Wei would bring up past conflicts whenever she got angry.

Under the instructor’s guidance, Fu Han finally managed to ski a few meters without falling. Su Cheng’s progress wasn’t as quick; he was still tumbling with every step, but this did not affect his cheerful mood in the slightest.

While some rejoiced, others despaired. Ji Liangchuan was a skiing expert and even an award-winner, so of course, he had no chance to learn skiing with Fu Han.

He went straight to the advanced slopes, wanting to show off in front of Fu Han, but to his disappointment, Fu Han did not even glance at him, causing him considerable frustration.

Before Fu Han proposed going skiing, Ji Liangchuan had wished to be her instructor, but Bai Qian stopped him, saying that in case of an accident, it was better to leave it to the professionals.

Ji Liangchuan performed an elegant back and forth on the course, showing off his formidable skills and earning applause from many. Unfortunately for him, Fu Han was still diligently practicing on the beginner slope.

He bit his lower lip hard, no longer composed. After a turn and a few breaths, he was already by Fu Han’s side.

"Fu Han, you can ski a little now. How about I take you for a run so you can get a feel for it?" Ji Liangchuan said, already reaching out to grab Fu Han’s hand.

Su Cheng, seeing this from afar, yelled out anxiously.

But Fu Han was getting a sense of it. She was indeed looking forward to the feeling of speeding on the slopes. She glanced at Ji Liangchuan and then at the ski field; it was crowded everywhere, so accidents seemed unlikely.

"Thank you, but please go slow. I might not be able to control myself," Fu Han let Ji Liangchuan take her hand, instructing him with concern, yet her heart was soaring uncontrollably with excitement.

"Don’t worry, I guarantee you won’t get hurt," Ji Liangchuan said, his heart soaring too. His handsome peach-blossom eyes shone with a light brighter than ever before, filled with confidence and joy.

A crimson and a blue figure became two striking images against the white snow, racing like a pair of birds flying side by side, eliciting envy, jealousy, and resentment from Su Cheng.

He finally regretted not learning to ski well in the past. If he were good at it, it wouldn’t be Ji Liangchuan taking Fu Han for a swift run now.

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, someone patted Su Cheng on the shoulder, and a teasing voice rang out: "That’s what you get for just watching Fu Han instead of learning properly. Falling behind now, aren’t you?"

Su Cheng turned to see Luo Qinghe speaking. Facing Luo Qinghe, he did not have as much patience and said, exasperated: "I regret it too. I should have let you lead Fu Han instead."

"I wouldn’t dare," Luo Qinghe chuckled, touching his chin: "If I take Fu Han skiing, Bai Wei, you, Ji Liangchuan, the three of you won’t let me off easy, will you?"

Thinking it over, Su Cheng curved his mouth into a smile and joined in the laughter.

"Want us to guide you?" Bai Wei had walked over to Su Cheng’s side. Looking at the two receding figures on the slope with a huff, she said: "We’ll train you. Then you can win Fu Han back."

"If that’s the case, it would be great." Su Cheng nodded eagerly, and before his words hit the ground, he was sandwiched between Luo Qinghe to his left and Bai Wei to his right. They whisked him down the mountain, going so fast he could hardly keep his eyes open.

Whenever he thought he was going to take a tumble, Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe would slightly adjust his posture, and he would stabilize immediately. Once he got used to the fast pace, Su Cheng finally asked the question that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time: "Bai Wei, I feel your animosity towards Ji Liangchuan is significant. Why?"

"I just can’t stand him," Bai Wei snorted nonchalantly, not bothering to hide her disdain, and spilled everything: "That Ji Liangchuan is such a playboy but pretends to be all love-stricken here. It disgusts me."

With that, she slapped Su Cheng’s shoulder: "Su Cheng, listen to me. If Fu Han breaks up with He Xing, you must win her over. I don’t want her getting involved with that philanderer Ji Liangchuan."

Su Cheng managed a bitter smile and replied helplessly, "So in your eyes, I’m just a backup option?"

"Aren’t you?" Bai Wei burst into laughter, her bell-like laughter echoing far away: "Perhaps even you feel like a backup, aside from Fu Han."

Su Cheng wanted to refute Bai Wei, but he thought for a long time, and by the time they were catching up to Fu Han, he still hadn’t figured out how to do so.

Indeed, both his parents and friends told him he was Fu Han’s backup; yet Fu Han never gave him the slightest hope, not even allowing him the role of a backup. How sad that was.

"Alright, let’s take a break," Bai Wei’s voice sounded again.

When Su Cheng opened his eyes, he immediately saw Fu Han sitting nearby under a shelter, holding a cup of steaming coffee. The subtle fragrance of the coffee wafted through the air.

Surrounded by whiteness, Fu Han’s face had a touch of rosy flush, and coupled with the garishly crimson color of her clothes, she looked like a budding rose about to bloom, so beautiful that one couldn’t look away.

Su Cheng had always felt that crimson was the color of death. When he learned that Bai Qian had bought Fu Han a crimson ski outfit, he was repulsed, thinking that bright red would be more suitable for her.

But at this moment, he had to admit that crimson suited Fu Han even better. Only a face as beautiful as hers could carry such a tricky color.