Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 467: The Exciting Airport Pick-up Journey

Chapter 467: Chapter 467: The Exciting Airport Pick-up Journey

The car was filled with soothing music, an unnamed piano piece that mingled with the approaching and receding scenery, creating a uniquely different taste.

Fu Han had already imagined in her mind the scene when she would meet He Xing—would there be hugs, kisses? Or would they look at each other speechlessly, their eyes brimming with tears?

The airport was now in sight, with just an hour left before the plane would land.

There was still time, so Fu Xingbo suggested they have breakfast first.

Fu Han wasn’t hungry at all, but she knew if she didn’t go for breakfast, Fu Xingbo certainly wouldn’t either; getting up early in the winter is difficult enough, and to do so on an empty stomach would be torture.

Fu Xingbo led Fu Han into a breakfast restaurant with coat racks, and explained to her with a smile, "This is actually a Chinese restaurant, just not as good as the ones back home. Just make do."

"Okay, uncle. I..." Fu Han tilted her head and displayed a playful smile: "I’m not picky when it comes to food."

Fu Xingbo had already ordered breakfast. Hearing her, he looked up and smiled: "Okay, I guess I am the pickier one."

He paused for a moment and then added, "It’s strange, when I was your age, I wasn’t picky at all, I’d eat whatever was there; as I got older, I became more and more selective, and now I’m quite picky about my food."

Fu Han’s gaze drifted outside the window, where people occasionally hurried by, each carrying luggage, perhaps travelers rushing for a flight, yearning to return home, or simply tourists.

The anticipation in her heart grew inexplicably, and her mood improved; she couldn’t help but jest, "Uncle, I guess you started being picky to give auntie a sense of achievement with her cooking; then later, to make her feel accomplished in persuading you to eat; and now, you really are picky."

When Fu Xingbo had not yet achieved business success, Bai Qian had to take care of the children and cook; but ever since Fu Xingbo could afford a villa and hire servants, Bai Qian’s hands haven’t touched oil, salt, soy sauce, or vinegar.

What Fu Han referred to as Bai Qian’s feeling of achievement in cooking meant instructing the family’s cook to prepare Chinese food; even though Fu Han was twenty years younger than Bai Qian, the latter’s hands truly were delicate and did justice to her name.

As Fu Xingbo was scalding the utensils with hot water, he smiled with a twinkle in his eye, "The most important thing in a marriage is being attentive. No matter who you marry, I hope you have the desire to work on your marriage, and not just settle for getting by."

Fu Han pondered Fu Xingbo’s words all the way until breakfast was nearly over.

If she married He Xing, it definitely wouldn’t be settling; but in reality, facing the He Family’s complex social relationships and assorted interactions, could she truly be attentive and manage it well?

Fu Han couldn’t figure it out. This question was one she could never solve, yet it was like a perpetual river lying between her and He Xing.

After breakfast, it was almost time. Fearing that she might miss it, Fu Han hurried toward the Arrival Hall with an eager pace.

It was precisely because she was in such a rush that she entirely failed to notice the meaningful smile on the face of Fu Xingbo, who was trailing behind her.

At the same time, Fu Han had completely overlooked one point: up to now, Fu Xingbo hadn’t asked a single question about picking someone up at the airport; meaning, he was still unaware of He Xing’s arrival.

The announcement came through the speakers, stating that the flight was on schedule and would land at the planned time.

Fu Han felt her spirits lift some more, even happier than when she woke up to the snow having ceased. Nothing was more important than He Xing’s safety.

Time ticked steadily forward, and the crowd at the Arrival Gate grew. Fu Han made sure she had the best vantage point, ensuring that He Xing would see her the moment he came out.

Finally, people began to emerge. Fu Han’s grip on the railing tightened.

That feeling of watching anxiously for someone’s appearance—Fu Han finally understood it at this moment.

When He Xing’s figure appeared around the corner, Fu Han distinctly felt her heartbeat thrumming loudly, like the pounding of a drum. If she hadn’t clutched at her chest, she feared her heart might leap right out of her throat.

He Xing’s gaze swept over the crowd, and in just a glance, it locked precisely with Fu Han’s.

In the moment their eyes met, it felt as though something in the air had shifted, as if the sound of electricity gently coursing could be heard, or as if countless little hearts fluttered through the air.

He Xing quickened his steps toward Fu Han, reached out to ruffle her hair, and his Starry eyes swirled with emotion, while his usually impassive face beamed with elation, "Xiaohan, long time no see."

Fu Han had anticipated He Xing might say this to her, but even having thought of everything else, the moment she truly saw He Xing, she felt that no amount of imagination was a match for the real thing.

Her eyes and nose began to tingle, tears welled up, but she didn’t want to cry. She blinked hard, using the calmest voice she could muster to reply, "Yes, long time no see."

What else could she say besides long time no see?

What more could she say besides long time no see?

There they stood, one inside the railing, one outside, each gazing at the other, as if branding every smile and frown into memory.

Fu Xingbo felt that, if he didn’t speak up, the two could stand there indefinitely, until the seas dried up and the stones crumbled, until the end of time.

But... it was really too cold, and he couldn’t refrain from interrupting them, "You can talk in the car. The doors are going to close, and if He Xing doesn’t get going, he won’t be able to come out."

His words instantly flushed the two of them crimson. He Xing hurriedly pushed his luggage toward the exit, and Fu Han quickly followed suit.

Though it was only a short distance of ten-odd steps, they traversed it with an urgency like never before.

When there was no longer any obstacle between them, He Xing opened an arm and enveloped Fu Han in an embrace, "Xiaohan, I’ve missed you so much."

This too, was a line that Fu Han had envisioned He Xing might say the night before.

She buried her head in He Xing’s shoulder, not knowing what to say, just desperately trying not to cry.

This time, Fu Xingbo remained silent, just watching them, his genteel face softly moved, and the eyes behind his glasses shone brightly.

When the car finally started moving, Fu Han noticed with some displeasure the additional two people in the back seat. Blushing, she greeted them, "Why are you guys here as well?"

Zhao Ting, still a young girl and full of admiration for Fu Han, promptly explained, "Miss Fu, you forgot. Tomorrow is the opening day for this branch, and you asked me to come help."