Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 474: The Story About ’Cute

Chapter 474: Chapter 474: The Story About ’Cute

"It’s nothing." Fu Han gave He Xing a knowing look, but when she realized that He Xing was genuinely upset, she stuck out her tongue and laughed, "I think you’re so cute today."

"Cute?" He Xing looked down at himself, instinctively thinking there was something dirty on his clothes. After inspecting himself, he looked at Fu Han with frustration, "How am I cute in any way?"

Fu Han had forgotten that old Mr. He, in order to make Fu Han happy, had shared stories about He Xing’s childhood.

He Xing’s parents had always hoped for a daughter, and they had dreamt several times of having a baby girl, so they prepared all pink and pale yellow clothes for the child.

When He Xing was born a boy, they couldn’t just throw away the clothes they’d bought; they had no choice but to dress He Xing in them.

As He Xing grew, he became more and more attractive, and when taken out, he was often mistaken for a girl.

The problem was that He Xing’s birth had been difficult, and his mother was unable to have more children. Her dream of having a daughter ultimately shattered; thus, He Xing’s mother became most interested in dressing him up like a lovely little princess.

The He Family all favored daughters, and they felt that it was okay for the young He Xing to wear dresses; he could simply stop wearing them when he got older.

At three years old, when He Xing started kindergarten, he was still wearing princess dresses, and by then his hair had grown long enough to be styled in various ways.

Back then, He Xing’s favorite thing was to dress up nicely for school every day. His teachers and classmates all liked him, and several little boys even confessed their feelings to him.

The problem occurred during a PE class. On that day, the servant who looked after He Xing up close had taken a leave of absence, and the teacher took He Xing to the communal dressing room to change clothes, and that’s when everyone found out He Xing was a boy.

According to old Mr. He, starting from that day, He Xing refused to go to kindergarten. Even after his mother cut his hair and bought him many clothes and shoes for boys, it did no good.

In the end, it was old Mr. He who made the decision and changed the kindergarten for He Xing, and that settled the issue.

But since then, if anyone dared to call He Xing cute, he would definitely lose his temper.

When Fu Han met He Xing, his parents were thought to have already left this world in an accident. Their departure had a huge impact on He Xing, causing him to smile less. Coupled with his good looks, Fu Han had never found He Xing cute; she was consistently and firmly of the belief that there was no boy more handsome than He Xing.

Like today, when she complimented He Xing for being cute, it was the first time in many years.

The moment the words left her mouth, Fu Han inwardly cursed, not good. Unexpectedly, she found He Xing wasn’t angry. She kept a nonchalant facade, but inside, she was secretly delighted. However, thinking about it, it made sense; He Xing was now twenty-seven, and of course, he had grown up compared to when he was three years old.

Still, He Xing’s gaze could be deadly, and Fu Han, admitting defeat, explained, "I mean, you buying breakfast for us today was very... very amusing."

Forgive her for being at a loss for words under the pressure of rapid progress, fortunately, at that moment, the bell for the break rang, interrupting their conversation with Fu Xingbo and others’ chatting sounds.

Under He Xing’s penetrating gaze, Fu Han’s face felt as hot as if on fire. Her bright, lively eyes whirled about as she scrambled to change the subject, "Um... Are you doing business with the Su Cheng family?"

For a brief moment, a hint of chill appeared in He Xing’s demeanor, but he quickly recovered to normal and countered with a question, "Why do you ask?"

Fu Han nibbled on a small steamed bun and spoke after a small bite, "Today, when Lady Huangpu called Su Cheng, she also asked about you. I thought maybe you had business dealings, so I asked you about it."

"What did she ask about me?" He Xing’s expression, once again, returned to its usual cold indifference, no, it was colder than usual.

"She didn’t ask much," said Fu Han leisurely, finishing off the small bun in her mouth. She then spoke indifferently, "She didn’t ask much. Perhaps because Su Cheng mentioned he was with me, she just wanted to know if you were here. She said nothing else."

At ten o’clock, a string of electric firecrackers went off at the door of the shop, announcing the lively grand opening of the studio that combined wedding photography and portrait services on New Year’s Day.

The ribbon-cutting ceremony was simple, with Fu Han and Su Cheng standing on either side and Fu Xingbo in the center. They invited Fu Xingbo to do the honors to raise the profile of the shop, as his reputation in the local Chinese community was prestigious, and he was considered legendary by many locals.

As expected, many of the people taking photos at the door were following Fu Xingbo, and some even asked him for his autograph.

Recalling the craziness of the fans she had seen before, Fu Han shook her head silently, realizing that there were enthusiasts everywhere.

She overheard Bai Wei’s voice, thrilled to stir things up, "Mom, look how popular Dad is. You need to keep a closer watch on him."

Bai Qian was remarkably calm, not even looking up as she replied, "Have you forgotten how popular your mother was at the ball? Besides, I’ve heard you say the same thing you just mentioned to your father before."

"Ah, really? I don’t remember that," Bai Wei chuckled, showing no embarrassment at being called out.

Bai Qian spoke again, "I’m asking you, Luo Qinghe’s parents are coming tomorrow. Have you sorted out their accommodation?"

"I don’t need to handle that; Luo Qinghe will arrange it himself," Bai Wei replied calmly, showing no sign of the nervousness one might expect from someone about to meet their future in-laws.

Fu Han felt Bai Wei really had no reason to be nervous; after all, it wasn’t their first meeting. Moreover, Luo Qiluo, Luo Qinghe’s mother, had been strongly opposed to their relationship before, even reportedly going to the extreme of threatening suicide.

But what good did that do? The more Luo Qiluo opposed, the more Luo Qinghe wanted to be with Bai Wei. And look at the outcome now, with Luo Qinghe emerging victorious. Bai Wei did nothing, and Luo Qinghe’s parents traveled all the way to M Country to formally ask for her hand in marriage.

"Fu Han, what are you thinking about? You’re needed over there," Nan Qing’s voice reached Fu Han’s ears. Staff members were gesturing from a corner, apparently facing some major issue.

Embarrassed by her wandering thoughts at an inappropriate time, Fu Han cleared her throat, thanked Nan Qing, and ran to the corner.

A customer was inquiring whether they could have a specific photographer take their wedding photos, and the person they had pointed out was none other than Fu Han. The staff member hesitated because of the many orders Fu Han already had, so they didn’t agree immediately. The customer, however, hoped to communicate with Fu Han personally.

After hearing the request, Fu Han readily agreed. She then scheduled a date with the customer, and everything went very smoothly.

Having secured yet another order, Fu Han was extremely happy. She estimated that she must have broken a hundred today; it was simply unbelievable.