Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 452: Christmas Eve Ball

Chapter 452: Chapter 452: Christmas Eve Ball

After the banquet, it was time for a small dance party. While they had been eating, the servants had already removed the furniture such as sofas from the living room, turning it into a small dance floor; in fact, the Fu Family’s living room was not small, it was as large as half a soccer field, so the dozen or so of them dancing was more than enough.

The old-fashioned gramophone with its trumpet-shaped speaker turned slowly, and soothing, melodious music flowed gently forth.

Having just eaten her fill, Fu Han wasn’t particularly interested in dancing. She walked to a corner of the living room, where near a floor-to-ceiling window there was a hanging chair. She took off her shoes, covered her legs with a blanket, and gazed out the window.

The Christmas decorations had all been made by hand by Fu Han and the others, and the garden had not been left out.

Bai Qian had bought many colored lights. They climbed up ladders to wrap each tree in these lights, and the garden wall was also adorned with glowing stars and moons, with sparkling Confetti all around.

The greatest trouble in winter is that the bare tree trunks lack beauty, so they tied the leftover balloons and confetti to the trees, turning them into a riot of colorful blossoms.

Fu Han, a photography student, had her own unique perspective on aesthetics. She did not approve of everyone decorating the trees with fake flowers, confetti, and colored lights, feeling it was like trying to paint a tiger but ending up with something doglike.

But now, with all the lights in the house turned on and all the garden lights lit up, she had to admit that the fake flowers actually looked pretty after all, with the shiny multicolored lights giving the garden a different feel.

It was like the world inside a glass ball set in a store window; the world within the glass ball was fake, yet that did not prevent people from finding it beautiful.

Isn’t life just like that? The beautiful views you see may have filters applied or colors adjusted, or they might just show a corner of the bigger picture, but what does it matter? Should we reject the longing for beauty in our hearts because the reality is ugly?

Thinking this way, Fu Han’s mood suddenly lightened, and she even felt there was nothing wrong with being commonplace. Everyone is ordinary, and being born equal, having a common wish as an ordinary person is no big deal.

On the garden wall, a moon lamp the size of an adult’s forearm was flickering on and off.

Suddenly the word "shooting star" popped into Fu Han’s head. If you see a shooting star, aren’t you supposed to make a wish?

She tilted her head, thinking, as her long hair slid from her waist and fell onto her ankles, the silky tendrils gently brushing her ankles with a cool touch.

"If... if it’s possible, I wish I could see He Xing right now. If I see He Xing, I will give him a hug, a kiss, and tell him I love him; if I can’t see He Xing, then I hope to spend every festival for the rest of my life with him."

As the voice within her heart spoke, the moon lamp flickered as if responding to her wish.

Suddenly, the moon lamp went out, and Fu Han’s heart seemed like it was about to jump out of her throat. She watched with anxiety, but to her relief, the moon lamp lit up again after a few seconds.

Fu Han covered her chest and felt her own heartbeat, the distress of thinking that her wishes had been dashed hitting rock bottom, and then soaring to the clouds in elation was so complex that she could no longer describe it in words.

The buzzing of her phone reached her; Fu Han immediately took it out to look. It was a message from He Xing: "Xiaohan, I’m sorry I can’t be by your side. I really want to hold you close, so let’s wait until the next time we meet to make up for it all."

At that moment, all the anticipation, the nervousness, and all the unsaid thoughts of Fu Han were answered; her lips lifted in an uncontrollable smile. It turned out that even without her saying anything, he understood.

"Xiaohan, what are you thinking about?" a gentle voice sounded beside Fu Han’s ear.

Fu Han turned and saw Fu Xingbo standing beside her, looking at her with an indulgent expression on his erudite face, and a flicker of worry in his eyes.

She knew that although her uncle and aunt never said anything, they had always been worried about Fu Han, fearing that she would suffer from the breakup with He Xing.

In fact, after Fu Han agreed to reconsider her relationship with He Xing, she had thought about informing her uncle and aunt, but fearing that she would ultimately break up with He Xing, she had held back from saying anything.

If... if in the end she could get back together with He Xing, even if she didn’t say anything, her uncle and aunt would know. But if she and He Xing ended up breaking up permanently, her uncle and aunt would have to worry about her only once.

With this thought, a smile appeared on Fu Han’s face: "I’m not thinking about anything in particular, I just think it’s really beautiful here today."

Fu Xingbo laughed, extended his right hand and with a bow, made an inviting gesture to Fu Han: "I wonder if I might have the honor of inviting my little princess for a dance?"

"Little princess," a nickname every little girl might have had at one time; Fu Han didn’t know if she had ever been called that by her parents, as certainly, neither Grandfather He nor He Xing had ever called her by such a term.

A strange feeling emerged in Fu Han’s heart, and she suddenly felt incredibly soft. By the time she realized it, her hand was already resting in the palm of Fu Xingbo’s hand.

Still swaying to the slow waltz, Fu Han was led by Fu Xingbo to the center of the dance floor.

In truth, it was thanks to Xia Ning that Fu Han was so conversant with dancing. She declared to everyone that Fu Han, the child of a servant, was not a match for He Xing, which left Fu Han feeling like she had something to prove. When Grandfather He hired someone to teach her etiquette, she learned it earnestly and was proficient in various dances.

Although it was the first time Fu Han and Fu Xingbo danced together, they coordinated very well. After a few turns and steps, they had attracted everyone’s attention.

Su Cheng and Ji Liangchuan had both approached Fu Han earlier to invite her to dance, but were rejected. Left without dance partners, the two had no choice but to sit by and watch the excitement. Now, seeing Fu Xingbo pulling Fu Han onto the dance floor, their eyes lit up.

They had barely waited for the music to stop before both rose and headed towards Fu Han, their intentions clear without words.

Fu Xingbo burst into laughter upon seeing them, sensing Fu Han’s reluctance. Leaning close to her ear, Fu Xingbo whispered, "Xiaohan, don’t be like that. There’s nothing wrong with dancing one dance, it’s like a bit of proper exercise."

Fu Han knew her uncle intended well and she also knew that dancing one dance was not a problem. More importantly, she did not want to publicly diminish Fu Xingbo’s dignity.

So, she placed her hand in Su Cheng’s palm and turned to Ji Liangchuan, saying, "Su Cheng asked first. If you’d like, let’s dance together in the next dance."