Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 482: A Complicated Meeting

Chapter 482: Chapter 482: A Complicated Meeting

Bai Wei looked at the two walking shoulder to shoulder and nudged Luo Qinghe’s waist, whispering, "Have your parents patched up their relationship? Has it become this good?"

"Heh heh..." Luo Qinghe put on a skin-deep smile, "Their matters are not my business, and I can’t manage them either."

Back then, Luo Qiluo made a big fuss about getting a divorce. Although the news didn’t make it to the press, many in upper-class society knew about it, and it was quite the spectacle.

Li Huazhi cared about appearances as much as Luo Qiluo did, and in a rage, he agreed to the divorce.

To her surprise, however, this time it was Luo Qiluo who was taken aback. She called her two sons back, made a scene, essentially accusing Li Huazhi of despising her for growing old and wanting a divorce to find someone younger.

The Li brothers felt helpless about this; they exchanged glances, and tacitly maintained their silence, a result of their years of experience.

The outcome didn’t surprise them either. Luo Qiluo and Li Huazhi’s argument was all bark and no bite, and they parted on bad terms.

After giving each other the cold shoulder for two days, somehow they reconciled without a word, and nobody mentioned divorce again.

In public, they were once again the model of a perfect couple. As for what happened behind closed doors, Luo Qinghe and his brother hadn’t a clue, since they had property in their names and had moved out after becoming adults, returning home only once or twice a week.

By now, Li Huazhi and Luo Qiluo had reached the entrance of the Fu Family’s villa, and Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian had heard the commotion and come out to greet them.

The parents exchanged pleasantries at the door. Eventually, Bai Wei, seeing that Luo Qiluo was starting to shiver, hurriedly suggested, "Dad, Mom, Uncle, Auntie, let’s go inside and talk. I’m a bit cold."

Bai Qian immediately smiled, "Yes, look at me, forgetting about our guests. I’ve already brewed the tea; let’s go inside quickly."

As they entered, Bai Wei and her mother Bai Qian lingered at the back. Bai Qian tugged at Bai Wei’s thick down coat that reached her ankles and chuckled, "Didn’t you say this coat is your ’combat gear’ for winter?"

Bai Wei’s smile instantly stiffened as she coughed unnaturally and said, "This... The wind in M Country is just too strong. I’m still cold even with so much on—isn’t that okay?"

"Of course, it’s fine." Bai Qian smiled again and added with a meaningful tone, "I thought my daughter had made progress, becoming more considerate. Turns out I misunderstood."

Bai Wei’s face flushed red, but unable to rebut, she could only stick her tongue out behind Bai Qian’s back.

How can it be said that Luo Qiluo would spare no expense for beauty? As soon as she entered the villa and felt the ample heating, she immediately took off her woolen coat, revealing the form-fitting cheongsam beneath.

She sat elegantly on the couch, and her beautiful eyes quickly fixed on Bai Qian, who was pouring tea for them.

Possibly due to being at home, Bai Qian’s outfit focused on comfort—a beige turtleneck sweater of fine fabric that looked very warm; its loose design was casual. She paired it with a black knitted skirt, outlining her trim hips, and from the ankles peeked black wool leggings—warm and stylish.

As for Bai Qian’s face, it was clean and makeup-free, save for a layer of lipstick on her lips brightening up her complexion.

Bai Qian’s long black hair casually draped over her shoulders, neither straightened nor dyed, a natural beauty in itself.

The more Luo Qiluo looked at Bai Qian, the more uncomfortable she felt, especially noticing Li Huazhi’s glances often drifting towards Bai Qian.

What frustrated Luo Qiluo the most was that despite Fu Xingbo clearly seeing Li Huazhi sneaking peeks at Bai Qian, he remained calm as if nothing happened, continuing to exchange warm greetings with Li Huazhi.

A surge of jealousy rose in Luo Qiluo as she glanced down at the autumn-winter cheongsam she’d had custom-made for a hefty price. When they were preparing to come to M Country, she’d already decided to wear it, confidently thinking she’d outshine Bai Qian.

Indeed, Luo Qiluo still felt she looked prettier than usual today—her attire more formal and her makeup more exquisite than Bai Qian’s.

However, she found it hard to feel pleased. A real match is when both sides know each other as rivals, both with equally meticulous makeup, both wanting to best the other.

But Bai Qian’s behavior today showed no such intention. It seemed she hadn’t even considered joining this smokeless battlefield.

Lost in thought, Bai Qian elegantly handed Luo Qiluo a cup of hot tea, "Qinghe’s mom, you’ve traveled so far, and it’s chilly outside; please have some hot tea to warm up."

Her every move was proper. Luo Qiluo had no justification for a quarrel as she smiled politely, accepting the tea with grace.

As one handed over and the other received, their fingertips inevitably touched—one warm as summer sunshine, the other as cold as a winter breeze.

Luo Qiluo felt an even stronger sense of defeat, as if she’d swung at her surroundings only for it to backfire on herself.

Everyone instinctively yearns for warmth, Luo Qiluo being no exception. She even felt an urge to grasp Bai Qian’s hands for warmth, a sentiment that lasted just a second before she forcefully suppressed it.

Instead, Bai Qian immediately gripped Luo Qiluo’s hand, frowning as she said, "Your hands are so cold. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Hearing this, Li Huazhi commented with a disregardful tone, "I told you to put on more clothes, but you wouldn’t listen. You better put your coat back on quickly so you don’t catch a cold and cause trouble for everyone."

The words held no consideration for Luo Qiluo, especially as Li Huazhi then turned to smile at Bai Qian, clearly trying to curry favor.

Burning with anger, Luo Qiluo was about to retort.

However, at that moment, Bai Qian gently shook her hand and said with a smile, "Qinghe’s mom, there’s no need to put on the coat. It’s uncomfortable to wear one at home. I have a cashmere shawl that I’ve never worn, and it would go perfectly with your cheongsam."

Luo Qiluo’s hostility towards Bai Qian was instinctual, but even with such strong antipathy, she still could not find fault with Bai Qian’s behavior. Especially now, with Bai Qian’s warm hands still firmly gripping hers, waves of warmth spreading from Bai Qian’s palm into her heart.