Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 442: Random Scribbles

Chapter 442: Chapter 442: Random Scribbles

She had just been absentmindedly doodling, not expecting to actually write down He Xing’s name, and not only his, she had also written her own name, with a heart symbol between them.

It was as if a drop of cinnabar had fallen into clear water, instantly dyeing the whole basin pink.

The blush on Fu Han’s face, no one knew where it started, but by the end, not only was her face red, but her neck was flushed as well.

She felt everyone’s gazes on her, and regardless of what they thought, the sheer number of eyes fixated on her was more than she could take.

"I... I just wrote it randomly," Fu Han said, reaching out to wipe the handwriting on the car window in a mess.

In an instant, the names of He Xing and Fu Han disappeared as if they had never existed, the only evidence being the coldness of Fu Han’s fingertips proving those four characters had been there.

Bai Wei’s teasing continued, "Fu Han, didn’t you say you two broke up? Why are you so flustered here? You can’t be still hung up on He Xing, can you?"

Before Fu Han could speak, Ji Liangchuan had already interjected, "Bai Wei, if Fu Han doesn’t want to speak, don’t force her."

After a week of interaction, the relationship between Bai Wei and Ji Liangchuan had not improved but felt more like needlepoint against wheat awn. Upon hearing Ji Liangchuan speak, Bai Wei instantly turned into an irritated lioness, "Ji Liangchuan, I’m talking to Fu Han, it’s none of your business!"

Ji Liangchuan’s gentlemanly demeanor was merely for show in front of Bai Wei, he too got riled up, "What does it matter to you whose name Fu Han writes? Why do you need to pry into her privacy?"

In the past week, there had been even more intense arguments between Bai Wei and Ji Liangchuan, and initially, Fu Han had tried to mediate, but her experience told her that her intervention was not only useless but often added fuel to the fire.

Seeing them arguing again, Fu Han didn’t even change her expression, she just indifferently looked away, knowing they would stop after a few words and this disturbance would end as insignificantly as the previous ones.

As her gaze wandered, she unintentionally noticed Su Cheng staring at her.

Strangely enough, these past few days Fu Han had been more intimate with Su Cheng than Ji Liangchuan, but that was merely in comparison to her interactions with Ji Liangchuan.

Both being beginners at skiing, they found a lot of common topics; and after a rough start on the first day, from the second day on Su Cheng improved dramatically, catching up with Fu Han very quickly.

To avoid unnecessary waste, after spending the first couple of days with separate instructors, they eventually shared one, which was one of the reasons for their "closeness," having lessons together, sometimes even engaging in friendly competition, which led to many conversations between them.

Although Fu Han had broken up with He Xing, she didn’t want to rush into a new relationship, so her chats with Su Cheng were limited to skiing and playing.

Sometimes Su Cheng would digress in his conversations, and Fu Han would either end the conversation outright or steer it onto a different topic.

Ultimately, when it came to the prospect of a romance, Fu Han’s stance towards both Su Cheng and Ji Liangchuan was consistent; they shouldn’t waste their time on her.

Regrettably, her attitude couldn’t determine the attitudes of others, and perhaps because their competitor was right before their eyes, both Su Cheng and Ji Liangchuan had shifted from harboring a secret crush to openly vying for her affection.

Fu Han’s gaze passed over Su Cheng’s face without a flicker, as if she hadn’t seen the hint of sadness and sorrow in his eyes.

Having been in a relationship herself, and knowing of Su Cheng’s feelings for her, the most she could do for him was to consistently make it clear that she had no thoughts of him beyond friendship.

The car continued on its way, the snowy Ski Field gradually receding behind them, while the world ahead was still a snowy expanse.

In this land, it seemed there were no other colors besides white. Fu Han suddenly felt that an all-white world was quite monotonous, just white, no matter how pure. A world of many colors could be very beautiful.

Just like Lanwan Mountain, the elevation made it colder than usual in winter, but even while snowing, the mountain remained vibrant with color. Snow would cause flowers to wither, but it wouldn’t linger long, and soon after there would be new blooms.

Fu Han remembered He Xing once mentioning offhandedly that the property management at Lanwan Mountain spent a lot on horticulture every year, which was why it featured different beautiful scenes in every season.

Realizing what she was thinking, Fu Han sighed helplessly, resigned to her thoughts. Sometimes her mind truly did have a mind of its own, and there was nothing she could do about it.

The Fu Family villa remained as before, with no changes whatsoever.

Before returning to the villa, Fu Xingbo had dropped off Nan Qing, Wang Yixuan, and Ji Liangchuan at their hotel, while Luo Qinghe and Su Cheng went back to the villa with the Fu Family.

Su Cheng had been staying there from the start, and Luo Qinghe was able to stay due to Bai Wei’s insistent demands, leaving Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian no choice but to agree.

Everyone was busy packing their belongings. Fu Han had brought few things, and in less than half an hour she was done. With nothing to do, she donned her down jacket and stepped out.

It was still the same Garden, where the accumulated snow had been swept clean. A few plum blossoms, in both red and green, sporadically bloomed on the intertwined branches, with their clichéd yet classic colors complementing each other, creating a rare sight in the winter.

Beside them was an unknown variety of red flowers, whose petals resembled those of chrysanthemums, but they had no leaves, their red blossoms as vivid as drops of blood on the Snowland.

Fu Han remembered a melodramatic romance novel from her childhood, mentioning a flower that blooms without showing leaves and leaves that fall without seeing the flower, destined never to meet.

Back then, she was deeply moved, clutching the book and pictures of the Lycoris she gathered from the internet, and went to find He Xing.

But her feelings were brutally dismissed by He Xing, who revealed it was actually a Lycoris, not the romanticized flower from the story, and he chided her in a tone of a senior lecturing a junior, "The kind of novel that lacks literary aesthetic and depth shouldn’t be read by you; they won’t help your abysmal grades in Chinese."

Fu Han found the name Lycoris to be lacking in any aesthetic appeal, and saddened by this revelation, she tossed the book aside, unsure if it had already found its way to the trash heap.