Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 470: The Sunset’s Kiss

Chapter 470: Chapter 470: The Sunset’s Kiss

Fu Han regretted not bringing her SLR camera along. In fact, she had thought about using it to record the beautiful scenery of the day while she was taking a nap.

However, when she found out He Xing was waiting for her downstairs, she felt like a little girl going on a date for the first time, full of anticipation for the date ahead, and forgot about everything else.

He Xing looked around and saw some chairs not far away, which were probably used by tourists for sunbathing in the summer, and there was a sun umbrella behind each chair.

He asked Fu Han to wait for him, and he hurriedly ran to fetch a large umbrella. With the protection of the umbrella, the wind seemed much less intense, and the coolness that engulfed Fu Han from head to toe disappeared.

He Xing, holding the umbrella in one hand and encircling Fu Han’s waist with the other, both of their gazes rested on the distant sun.

The sun slowly descended, the area of orange on the sea grew larger, and even the color of the sky was reflected in orange by the sea.

When the orange area was at its largest, He Xing turned his head to look at Fu Han, whose face also seemed to take on a tinge of orange glow, as if she were coated in a layer of gold, sacred and inviolable.

A warmth rose in He Xing’s belly, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and his hand moved from Fu Han’s waist to her cheek.

His leather gloves were a bit cold, and when Fu Han turned her head, she saw a pair of black eyes in which flames of orange burned.

The orange flames were like a wildfire, igniting Fu Han in an instant.

No one knew when the kiss started, nor who initiated it.

All they knew was that even with their eyes closed, they could still feel the orange glow fading from their faces.

It had been a long time since their last kiss; at first, He Xing tried hard to control himself, not wanting to appear too desperate.

But as Fu Han became more responsive, He Xing’s self-restraint gradually vanished, his arms holding her tighter and tighter, as if he wished to meld her into his body.

But when He Xing’s hand ventured under Fu Han’s clothes, she suddenly opened her eyes and pushed him away, and then, under his surprised gaze, stuck out her tongue and laughed, "So cold."

He Xing’s face was already flushed with rejection, but upon hearing this, he laughed as well, "It is really cold, we shouldn’t do this, you could catch a cold."

By now, the sky had darkened, with only the faint light from a distant streetlamp, leaving them between clarity and obscurity.

Fu Han looked up at He Xing, and beyond the chiseled contours of his face, she saw a pair of eyes as dazzling as the moon.

She should have felt immensely awkward, but as she met He Xing’s eyes, her heart calmed down instantly, she tilted her head and smiled mischievously, "Let me tell you, it’s not okay anywhere. We absolutely can’t do this before marriage."

As He Xing bent down to tidy up Fu Han’s opened collar, he scraped the bridge of her nose with his finger and smiled helplessly, "And here I was thinking of getting some uncooked rice thoroughly cooked so you wouldn’t be able to abandon me."

In the dim moonlight, Fu Han looked up earnestly to explain to He Xing, "That’s not right, uncooked rice thoroughly cooked isn’t supposed to be used like that; in such cases, it’s usually the girl who loses out."

"But..." He Xing lowered his head and left a burning kiss on Fu Han’s forehead, "I always feel like you could leave me any moment, so I’m quite willing to use some tricks to tie you to me forever."

"Keep dreaming," Fu Han stuck out her tongue, laughing more brightly than the moon above. She ran towards the car, looking back with a smile, "Don’t be deceived, remember we are broken up now, I haven’t agreed to be tied to you forever."

"Then what should I do for you to reconsider the status of He Xing’s fiancee?" He Xing chased after Fu Han, jokingly asking. However, there was not a hint of humor on his face, but a most earnest expression.

"That will depend on your performance. If it’s not good enough, I’ll just be a normal friend to you," Fu Han’s clear voice was quickly dispersed by the wind.

Until their car drove away, a figure emerged from the shadows—it was Ji Liangchuan.

He watched the direction in which the car disappeared, still faintly able to see the light of the car’s headlights; under the hazy night, Ji Liangchuan’s face shone with a pale glow, and his large, exaggerated peach blossom eyes seemed terrifying, making him look somewhat fierce in that moment.

The call of crows arose, harsh and grating as if someone was scraping glass with a rusty knife, unbearably piercing.

Everyone knew Fu Han and He Xing were going to watch the sunset today, and it was an unspoken agreement to leave the sunset to them alone.

But Ji Liangchuan disagreed, or rather, his heart could not control itself and he still came here. In the cold wind, with temperatures below minus ten or twenty degrees, he walked to the beach incognito.

Then, he witnessed a scene that made him want to commit murder—Fu Han and He Xing kissing by the sea.

In the distance, the sun, as large as a disc, slowly descended from the sky, swallowed bit by bit by the sea. Such a beautiful sunset was also a scene Ji Liangchuan loved.

But today, Ji Liangchuan had no mood to appreciate such beauty, filled with jealousy, wondering why their kiss was so beautiful, to have the exclusive favor of the heavens.

Ji Liangchuan fumed for quite a while before he could no longer withstand the cold of winter; he stamped his feet and took the path he came by, which was also the way Fu Han and He Xing had left.

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Today was the opening day of Fu Han and Su Cheng’s store, and Fu Han got up early as usual; perhaps due to her mood, she didn’t feel sluggish at all after the alarm went off, and she got dressed with vigor, ready to head out.

Su Cheng got up even earlier than Fu Han, simply because if Fu Han got ready earlier, she would leave without waiting for him; thus, if Su Cheng wanted to go to the store with Fu Han, he had to get up before her.

Anticipating a busy day, Fu Han deliberately chose an outfit that was convenient for work and dirt-resistant.

She wore a short black down jacket, paired with smoke-grey fleece-lined jeans, and boots that reached just below her knees, accentuating her tall and slender figure perfectly.

Fu Han had her long hair tied up into a high ponytail at the back of her head, simply adorned with a wine-red bow, youthful and attractive yet efficient.

Su Cheng turned around at the sound of footsteps on the staircase, and was immediately struck by Fu Han’s beauty; even as she approached him, he continued to gaze at her dumbfoundedly.