Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 469: The Lively Lunch

Chapter 469: Chapter 469: The Lively Lunch

Lunch began promptly, and it was clear that one table wasn’t enough. Bai Qian simply instructed the servants to add another table in the living room. Both large round tables were covered with dishes, and the spacious villa was filled with the aroma of the food.

Ever since Fu Han realized that both Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo had guessed that He Xing was the person she was going to pick up, she felt extraordinarily awkward around them. Therefore, she decisively chose not to sit with Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo.

Nan Qing would definitely choose to sit with Fu Han, along with Zhao Ting and Liang Tao, plus Wang Yixuan and He Xing, they made up exactly one table.

In the end, Ji Liangchuan and Su Cheng were arranged to sit at the table with the mother and daughter, Bai Qian and Bai Wei. The four of them were all couples cooing over each other, while the two of them felt like sworn enemies, particularly glaring in each other’s eyes.

In the living room where Fu Han and the others were seated, an antique gramophone played soothing music, which, combined with the white snowy landscape outside under the winter sun, created a unique ambiance.

The houses here were all detached, and from a distance, they looked like something out of a fairy tale world. When Fu Han first saw these houses, she felt like Edward Scissorhands experiencing the world at the bottom of the mountain for the first time.

The distant snow-capped mountains were quiet as if they belonged to another world, but the coastline in and out was bustling. During low tide, the shore became encrusted with thick blocks of ice, and when the tide came in, these blocks would break into smaller ones. The collision of fragmented ice was loud, and along with the howling wind, it was as if monsters were roaring, struggling to break free.

Yet when the sound of the waves crashing against the shore reached their ears, it was rather faint, like a song being sung softly, as if someone was expressing their yearning.

For Fu Han, the sound of the waves mixed with the music, and her mood suddenly quieted down, like a common tree in an endless forest, swaying with the wind.

He Xing served her a piece of sweet-and-sour pork rib, "Xiaohan, what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing much," Fu Han replied with a smile, her beautiful face radiant with a gentle smile, "I think snowy days are nice, and winter too."

He Xing closed his eyes, and after two seconds, he reopened them, "It is nice indeed. How about we go for a walk after lunch? You can show me around this place."

"No need," Fu Han refused crisply. Amidst He Xing’s surprised and saddened gaze, she smiled, "You need to adjust to the time difference, so you should go back to the hotel and rest for a while. I’ll take you out to see the sunset at dusk."

In this moment, He Xing finally understood what it meant to go from deep sorrow to great joy. He nodded his head, full of excitement, his eyes sparkling as they fixed on Fu Han, oblivious to the other people around.

Wang Yixuan had also taken a piece of sweet-and-sour pork rib to eat, but seeing them like this, the taste in his mouth became sour and not the least bit sweet, so sour it could make one’s teeth fall out.

He nudged Nan Qing with his elbow, "Have they always been like this?"

Nan Qing was drinking juice and without even lifting her head, she responded, "You’ll get used to it with time."

Liang Tao and Zhao Ting exchanged glances and both smiled knowingly. As assistants to the couple, they had seen many of their intimate moments and were no longer surprised by them.

With their actions, the atmosphere immediately became lively.

The boys began drinking, one cup after another, while the girls chatted and sipped juice.

In contrast, the room outside became much quieter; after all, facing one’s parents-in-law, Luo Qinghe changed his usual preference for red wine, having only two glasses for the entire meal and speaking very little, only when someone else asked him a question.

Su Cheng and Ji Liangchuan were even more extreme, with both pairs of ears focused entirely outside, they hardly spoke a word.

As for Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo, their generation’s habit was to eat in silence, only occasionally urging the younger ones to eat more without saying anything else.

As a result, they finished eating more quickly than those outside. When they joined the living room, Fu Han and the others were still eating jovially.

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Dusk arrived in the blink of an eye. When the alarm went off, Fu Han had just woken up. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling a surreal joy as she sensed the dusky light outside her window.

Her phone vibrated with a message from He Xing, asking if she was up yet.

She smiled, feeling certain that the joy was real. He Xing had indeed arrived in M Country, and at that moment, he was waiting for her in the living room downstairs.

The seaside at dusk was cold, with strong winds and almost no one around.

Fu Han knew it would be cold here, so she dressed warmly in a hat, scarf, gloves, down jacket, and snow boots, barely able to fend against the cold wind.

He Xing had only planned on wearing a wool jacket, but in the end, he followed Fu Han’s advice and changed into gear comparable to hers.

It took twenty minutes to walk from the Fu family villa to the seaside, and just a few minutes by car.

He Xing thought it would be nice for them to walk together in the winter, but Fu Han said they might miss the sunset if they walked, so he agreed to have the driver take them there.

The orange sun was still hanging in the sky, like an egg yolk, not blinding, and despite being bathed in its light, there was no feeling of warmth.

He Xing, through their gloves, took Fu Han’s hand. Seeing that she didn’t pull away, he was overjoyed and boldly pulled her into his embrace.

This time, however, Fu Han pushed him away, "Just walk properly. Your hug feels like two people in inflatable suits; you’re suffocating me."

He Xing felt a bit disappointed at first, but upon hearing her words, he let out a laugh, playfully teasing Fu Han’s nose, "I never realized how humorous you were before."

With only a short distance between them, He Xing’s breath fogged Fu Han’s face. Though not hot, Fu Han felt her tense back damp with sweat.

She hurriedly averted her gaze as the sound of her heartbeat almost seemed to drown out the noise of the waves.

He Xing wasn’t faring much better; despite having been more intimate with Fu Han in the past, he had never felt as nervous as he did now, with sweat starting to form in his palms.

He was filled with countless questions, "Could it be because it’s been so long since I’ve been intimate with Fu Han that I’m feeling this way?"

The wind grew stronger, nearly preventing them from moving forward.

The sun slowly dipped towards the horizon, casting a swath of orange light over the sea, shimmering and brightening the view considerably, slightly dazzling.

But there was no denying the beauty of it all, undoubtably a picturesque scene; it was like an intensely vivid oil painting, so beautiful it didn’t seem real.