Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 439: Not Parting for the Rest of Our Lives

Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Not Parting for the Rest of Our Lives

The scene shifted, and they had already arrived at the Ski Field. He Xing and Fu Han had changed into their ski gear—matching silver suits, outlined with striking red patterns at the collar, cuffs, back, and chest that shone under the sunlight, ensuring their mountaineering clothes wouldn’t blend into the color of the snow.

Fu Han’s gaze flitted between herself and He Xing, her beautiful face unable to hide her joy, "He Xing Brother, wouldn’t you say our outfits count as couple outfits?"

"Of course, they do," He Xing said, curving a finger to tap on Fu Han’s forehead, his starry eyes full of indulgence. "I had these two sets custom-made. Do you like them?"

"I love them," Fu Han nodded emphatically, as if her head were a garlic crusher. "I really love these outfits. Can we take them back with us when we return to the country? I want to keep them as a memento."

"Whatever you want," He Xing said, holding Fu Han tightly by her waist. The ski suits were so thick, Fu Han’s waist had doubled in size, making He Xing wonder if he could have embraced her if his arms were any shorter.

The staff had already prepared their ski gear. Standing in front of Fu Han, He Xing earnestly imparted the principles of skiing, which he had researched and memorized the night before to show off in front of her today.

Fu Han listened intently with wide eyes. In her gaze toward He Xing were admiration, worship, dependency, and above all, affection; this filled He Xing with an extraordinary sense of pride, feeling the previous night’s preparations were well worth it.

After Fu Han had practiced enough, He Xing led her to the intermediate slope. Fu Han in the front and He Xing behind, they slid across the snowland, their suits’ patterns almost soaring into the sky.

There were many people in the Ski Field, all of them marveling at the handsome man and beautiful woman—a match made in heaven. Hearing this, He Xing felt exceptionally proud.

Night fell quickly, and He Xing learned that the Resort Village they were staying at would hold a Bonfire Party. He had told Fu Han not to eat beforehand, planning to indulge in a feast at the party.

After the alarm rang, he knocked on Fu Han’s door. When Fu Han opened it, she had already taken off her daytime ski suit, now wearing a pretty pink and white checkered knit dress that outlined her perfect silhouette. Where curves should be, there were curves aplenty, and where they should not be, there was not an ounce of excess.

Upon seeing her, He Xing felt his mouth go dry. He blushed and chuckled, "Xiaohan, shouldn’t you wear more? Aren’t you going to be cold in that?"

"I also have this." Fu Han conveniently grabbed a white wool coat from the rack by the door and put it on.

He Xing cradled Fu Han’s shoulders, sizing her up and down. Fu Han was extremely beautiful, and even more so today, it was hard to take one’s eyes off her.

But in fact, she hadn’t put on any makeup today, just a bit of lipstick. Her slightly curled long hair, half-tied at the top of her head with a big black bow, added a touch of gothic flavor to her overly sweet outfit for the day.

He Xing’s arms bent slightly as he furrowed his brows at Fu Han.

Smiles bloomed on Fu Han’s face as she obediently placed her hand inside the crook of He Xing’s arm. Together, they headed towards the villa’s main entrance. Their steps were not deliberately synchronized, yet their pace was in perfect harmony.

The sounds of round-toed thick-heeled shoes and leather shoes tapping the floor were as beautiful and melodious as a symphony.

The snow outside the villa was deep, but fortunately, the main roads had been cleared for easy walking.

When they were less than a hundred meters from the square, goose-feather-like snow started falling from the sky.

Their footsteps paused unconsciously. Under the streetlights, the falling snow looked like butterflies dancing in the wind, or as if a fairy was scattering flower petals from the sky.

In just a few minutes, their hair and shoulders were covered in snow, making them look from a distance as if they were wearing white hats.

If He Xing hadn’t noticed Fu Han’s hands were as cold as ice, he might not have realized they should hurry to the Bonfire site.

As He Xing brushed the snow from Fu Han’s shoulders, he said, "Had I known it would snow, I should have brought an umbrella."

Fu Han too was clearing the snow off He Xing, her lips lifted in a playful smile, "Does this count as us both having ’white hair’?"

"It does," He Xing answered immediately. He then suddenly bent down and kissed Fu Han on the forehead, smiling proudly, "Not only do we have ’white hair,’ but we shall also grow old together."

Fu Han’s cheeks flushed. Under the streetlight, she looked so beautiful, like a fairy ready to fly into the sky, delicate and fragile, making one worry that she might disappear at any moment.

He Xing put Fu Han’s hands in his pocket and led her step by step towards the Bonfire Party site.

The bonfire’s glow became more distinct, its warmth mingling with the cold wind, along with the rich aroma of food. Even before they drew close, they could hear the crowd’s laughter and joyful chatter, coupled with the melodious singing of an unknown tune.

The moment they appeared at the entrance, the cheers immediately peaked. The crowd seemed to erupt into a frenzy.

Fu Han looked at He Xing, puzzled, "What’s going on?"

Under the glow of the Bonfire, He Xing’s handsome face was red-hot, as if seared by a branding iron. He bent down and whispered to Fu Han, "You’ll see in a moment."

With his lead, Fu Han obediently followed him forward as petals rained down from the sky like a cascade of flowers. Girls in traditional attire came out to sing in tunes beyond their comprehension.

Once the song finished, the girls draped two strings of fresh flowers over the necks of Fu Han and He Xing. The fragrance of the flowers overwhelmed their senses, prompting Fu Han to sneeze.

Then an old man, his beard and hair completely white, came forward, speaking in a language Fu Han couldn’t understand, yet the surrounding crowd erupted in euphoric celebration as if they were ringing in the new year.

At last, the old man finished his speech, and everyone’s gazes fell on them, with smiles beaming on their faces.

Fu Han grew more and more uneasy, turning to question He Xing, "What on earth is happening?"

He Xing knelt on one knee, magically producing a ring from his hand. He looked up at Fu Han, "Fu Han, you know I like you, and you know I love you. For the rest of my life, I don’t want to spend a second apart from you. Will you?"

The crowd’s cheering reached its zenith; amidst the clamor, Fu Han heard a familiar voice rising above, "Marry him, marry him!"

They looked in the direction the voice came from and saw Bai Wei, Nan Qing, Su Cheng, and others, their faces full of genuine blessings.

Tears glittered as they slid down Fu Han’s cheeks. She nodded and slowly extended her hand.

Just as He Xing was about to place the ring, a jarring ringtone suddenly blared.