Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 477: Forced Confession of Love

Chapter 477: Chapter 477: Forced Confession of Love

The two-hour movie elapsed in a flash, and as the end credits began to play, just as Fu Han was about to stand up but hadn’t yet, suddenly a man’s loud voice rang out, "Will you marry me?"

Fu Han looked in the direction of the voice and sure enough, not far from them, saw a man on one knee with a girl standing in front of him.

The kneeling man stuffed a bouquet of roses into the girl’s hands, then fished out a ring box from his pocket, opened it, and inside lay a ring, resting peacefully.

Fu Han’s thoughts were pulled far away to a time when He Xing proposed to her, having custom-made a diamond ring for her, with a diamond as big as the nail on her pinky finger, dazzling under the sunlight.

If... if only it had been a few minutes later at that time, Fu Han’s finger would have worn that ring.

To say she had no regrets would be false. Even now, as she remembered, she felt she shouldn’t have impulsively canceled the wedding; after all, even if He Xing had deceived her using his grandfather, the truth was he really loved Fu Han, and Fu Han truly loved He Xing.

As for Xia Ning, honestly, when He Xing hadn’t been as straightforward about his feelings for Fu Han as he is now, she never thought of giving up. So why give up now when it’s clear they both want to love each other?

Cheers erupted from the crowd, pulling Fu Han’s thoughts back to the present. She then realized that no one in the auditorium had left; everyone was watching the serendipitous proposal.

By this time, the girl had already extended her right hand, and the boy slid the uniquely precious ring onto her finger.

For some reason, Fu Han suddenly felt a strong urge to cry. Although she still couldn’t clearly see what the proposing couple looked like, she was profoundly moved by their love, which dared to shine under the sunlight, and by the solid choice they made to choose each other.

He Xing wrapped an arm around Fu Han, kissing her forehead, and in a deep, magnetically charged voice said, "Xiaohan, are you thinking about the two of us?"

Fu Han nodded without speaking, clueless about what to say, afraid the tears would fall if she opened her mouth.

The brief yet smooth proposal was over, and the crowd began to orderly move towards the exit. Fu Han and He Xing remained standing in their spot, not because Fu Han was unwilling to move, but because she was held in place, unable to move.

"We should get going, you have a flight to catch tomorrow morning," Fu Han said, turning her head as she spoke.

Instead, she unexpectedly met He Xing’s magnified face. Instinctively, she stepped back, but it was already too late. He Xing’s lips accurately met Fu Han’s, his one hand wrapped around her waist while the other supported the back of her head, preventing her from retreating.

This kiss was different from the ones before that had deepened slowly; He Xing went straight for conquest, with a ferocity that could even be described as savage and unrestrained.

But Fu Han remembered they were still in the movie theater. She placed her hands on He Xing’s chest, trying to push him away, but against his absolute strength, her efforts were as futile as a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

And as He Xing’s kisses grew deeper, Fu Han’s strength ebbed away like the tide. If not for He Xing’s firm hands supporting her, she would have likely collapsed, and how could she resist in such a state?

Just as Fu Han’s last thread of rationality was being drawn away, He Xing’s lips moved to her ear, and while kissing her earlobe, he murmured softly, "Fu Han, you said you’d reconsider letting me be your boyfriend. How is that consideration going?"

"Still... still considering," Fu Han’s mind was in disarray, yet she remembered not to easily forgive He Xing.

"You need more time to consider?" He Xing took Fu Han’s earlobe into his mouth, his raspy voice once again resounding, "Are you sure you need to think it over?"

It was as if an electric current surged from He Xing’s lips, traveled through Fu Han’s earlobe, and spread throughout her body.

What strength did she have left to argue?

Fu Han was as docile as a puppet controlled by puppetry, obediently saying, "I... you are my boyfriend."

"Only a boyfriend?" The hand on Fu Han’s waist tightened as He Xing’s lips started to fan flames on her neck.

She was genuinely feeling dizzy and could only obediently reply again, "You’re my fiancé."

When the lights in the auditorium finally came on, He Xing let go of Fu Han.

He took Fu Han’s hand and walked toward the exit. Many people watched them along the way, but public kissing wasn’t a big deal in this liberal cultural atmosphere.

Still, as a girl with a thin face, Fu Han let He Xing lead her, not daring to glance at anyone else the whole way.

Although Fu Han claimed she didn’t want a late-night snack, He Xing still drove her to a food stall, and they ordered plenty of barbecue. As the aroma of the food began to spread, their stomachs growled in hunger.

After eating their fill, He Xing and Fu Han returned to the car. He Xing, with a sly smile, teased, "Fu Han, why don’t you just not go back tonight and stay with me at the hotel instead?"

A blush climbed onto Fu Han’s cheeks in an instant, and she feigned composure as she stuck out her tongue, "If I don’t go back, what do you think your aunt and uncle, and my aunt and uncle will do? They might break your legs, right?"

After contemplation for two seconds, He Xing ultimately nodded silently in agreement, "You have a point. If I don’t take you back, your uncle might just storm the hotel in the middle of the night."

Although said in jest, both felt the possibility was quite high.

Funny enough, as a child He Xing feared his grandfather, but as he grew up, that fear faded. Yet, upon finding out that Fu Xingbo was Fu Han’s uncle, he felt somewhat intimidated by him.

After Fu Han stepped out of the car in front of the villa, He Xing rolled down his window and plaintively called out to Fu Han’s retreating figure, "Are you really just going to walk away like that? Not even a goodbye kiss?"

Minutes later, as Fu Han entered the Fu Family’s courtyard, her mood was like the night sky above, dotted with countless stars and a bright moon, looking so beautiful.

She walked toward the villa door with light steps while suddenly hearing a voice from behind, "Fu Han, did you and He Xing make up?"

Seeing who emerged from the shadows of the trees, Fu Han clutched at her chest, heart still racing, "Ji Liangchuan, what are you doing scaring people in the middle of the night?"

Ji Liangchuan slowly stepped out from the shadows, the moonlight falling on him yet seeming to be absorbed by a black hole, "Answer me, Fu Han, have you made up with He Xing?"

"Yeah," Fu Han cheerfully nodded, utterly oblivious to the iron-blue color of Ji Liangchuan’s face cloaked in shadows, his black eyes shining with a beast-like glint as they fixed on her.