Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 473 "Special Trip" and "By the Way

Chapter 473: Chapter 473 "Special Trip" and "By the Way

The entire first floor was essentially composed of only three colors: brick red, dark green, and concrete gray.

Fu Han had always thought that red paired with green was the epitome of tackiness, but dark green and brick red were just too compatible; together, they were a perfect instance of two negatives making a positive.

There was a staircase near the back of the first floor leading directly to the lower level.

This structure is also common in the shops on the streets of M Country, where the first floor by the road isn’t the actual first floor. The real first floor is the one beneath it, often facing toward the inside of a residential area—lighting and entry are never an issue.

The basement level had a completely different style from the one above, with warm pale yellow and porcelain white complementing each other. The sunflower wallpaper on the walls was very eye-catching, immediately transforming an ordinary pale yellow room into something entirely unique and stand-alone.

Downstairs was divided into several areas, separated by translucent glass partitions, all designated for discussing business and taking orders from clients.

Both upstairs and downstairs had ample heating; a faint scent filled the room that was not so strong as to be pungent, but rather made the environment feel very comfortable.

Su Cheng had once sent a video tour to Fu Han, but watching a video was different from personally experiencing the place. Fu Han looked around with growing satisfaction the more she saw.

After wandering around, she returned upstairs to find Su Cheng had finished setting up the machines and was talking to the staff.

Fu Han felt there was no need to interrupt, so she walked toward the entrance intending to take a walk outside to familiarize herself with the surroundings.

Just as she was about to open the door, the wind chimes outside suddenly rang out, immediately followed by a gust of cold air—it was someone opening the door from the outside.

Looking up, Fu Han saw He Xing at the forefront, followed by Liang Tao and Zhao Ting.

She had been wondering when Zhao Ting would arrive, and there she was.

He Xing, who had originally been expressionless, warmed up the moment he saw Fu Han. His ice-cold demeanor thawed like snow under the spring sun, blooming with flowers all at once.

Just like the balmy greeting he uttered, "Xiaohan, good morning."

"Good morning," Fu Han replied, noticing He Xing’s magnified face and feeling a sudden rush of nervousness, clearly aware her face had turned red.

Could she help it if He Xing was even more handsome than usual?

In such cold weather, He Xing wore a black ankle-length coat and a pair of Doc Martens. His medium-length hair was obviously well-coiffed and slightly curled, very stylish.

If He Xing usually gave off the vibe of an unsheathed, peerless sword, then today he was that sword drawn from the scabbard, to be admired from a distance only.

He Xing’s gaze swept around the shop before finally settling back on Fu Han. His lips curled into a smile, "Not bad."

To receive such praise from He Xing was a surprise for Fu Han; she thought a minimalist like him would find the color saturation here too high.

Fu Han’s initial awkwardness and tension were like that of a prospective job interviewee, but now she felt as if she had already received her certification.

A beautiful smile rippled across Fu Han’s face as she playfully blinked and said, "It’s not easy to get your praise, but I dare not take all the credit. Su Cheng designed all this."

The harder one works, the more excellent they become. To postpone taking over his family’s business, Su Cheng devotedly studied photography, and in his spare time learned about planning and interior decoration; all of their stores’ decoration drafts were drawn by Su Cheng.

Of course, this isn’t to say that Su Cheng’s drafts were always perfect. Fu Han didn’t like the decor of one of the stores in the country, but one flaw does not negate the overall beauty.

In general, in Fu Han’s view, Su Cheng’s interior design scored high marks.

After hearing Fu Han’s words, He Xing and Su Cheng exchanged glances, both expressionless. But it didn’t quite seem right to say there was animosity between them—their gazes were calm.

A few seconds into their silent exchange, He Xing looked away first, taking a three-tiered insulated box from Liang Tao and handing it to Fu Han, "I bought you breakfast especially; it’s still hot. Eat it quickly."

Fu Han, with sweetness filling her heart, accepted the breakfast. She was about to join He Xing at a nearby round table when she caught a glimpse of Su Cheng. Remembering that Su Cheng had made her warm milk in the morning, she wondered if it would be inappropriate to eat breakfast alone now?

Before she could voice her thoughts, He Xing spoke up first, "Liang Tao, take the breakfast bought for Mr. Su Cheng to him."

Looking in Liang Tao’s direction, Fu Han noticed that he still carried a breakfast pack—though it was in a very ordinary disposable container.

After Liang Tao delivered the breakfast to Su Cheng, he turned back to Fu Han, "Lady Fu, the reason we were late is that Mr. He first went to the Fu Family villa, but you had already left. After checking that you hadn’t eaten breakfast, he specially bought a thermal box for you and, incidentally, also picked up something for Mr. Su Cheng."

When he spoke, he seemed afraid others wouldn’t understand the subtext of his words, deliberately emphasizing "specially" and "incidentally."

He Xing casually reached out to Fu Han and chose a table by the window, unfolding the layers of the lunchbox to reveal three delicate items for breakfast before her.

The first layer held three little rabbit-shaped steamed buns, the second contained five crystal-clear steamed dumplings, and the third revealed a bowl of steaming-hot seafood porridge.

Passing chopsticks to Fu Han, his face was full of indulgence, "I figured your appetite is small, so I brought less to prevent waste."

"It’s enough, it’s plenty for me." Fu Han initially thought she wouldn’t be hungry after the milk, but somehow, seeing the food, her stomach started to rumble audibly.

She bit into a steamed dumpling, filling her mouth with the savory taste of meat—utterly delicious.

Only after finishing the dumplings did she take a moment to look around. To her surprise, she saw Su Cheng sitting alone at the cash register, eating his breakfast—which was noodles. From a distance, it still seemed to steamed, but given the wispy strands of steam, his meal likely wasn’t as warm as hers.

Of course, how could an ordinary container compare to a thermal box? Just as there’s no comparing "specially" to "incidentally."

Following Fu Han’s gaze, He Xing also looked over at Su Cheng; his brow furrowed immediately, and he said with displeasure, "Xiaohan, what are you looking at?"