Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 487: Your Punishment

Chapter 487: Chapter 487: Your Punishment

Time ticked forward, and He Xing guessed that Fu Han should be awake by now. Instead of directly starting a video call, he sent a tentative message: "Xiaohan, have you woken up?"

Less than a minute later, Fu Han’s video call came through. Before even answering, a smile was already spreading across He Xing’s face. "Xiaohan, why did you get up so early today?"

Fu Han’s face was magnified on his phone screen as her clear voice sounded: "I wake up at this time every day; it’s just sometimes I go back to sleep for a bit."

"Then..." Seeing Fu Han through the phone made He Xing’s heart melt. He spoke with a tone used to cajole children, "Then after you hang up, you can go back to sleep for a while, can’t you? You went to bed late last night."

He Xing’s flight to City A arrived at midnight in M Country, and he had told Fu Han to sleep early without waiting for him, but Fu Han insisted on confirming his safe landing before she would go to sleep.

Fu Han rolled over to lie on her back and lifted her phone high up: "You forgot, today is the last day of the promotion at the store; we’re probably going to be busy all day."

"You..." He Xing paused for two seconds, then whispered, "Don’t wear yourself out, take care of yourself. There are many things Su Cheng and the others can handle; you should rest for a bit."

In fact, He Xing initially wanted to say that if she was so tired, she should just quit. But he suddenly remembered he had said something similar in the past, which had sparked Fu Han’s anger, so he forcefully swallowed the words that had almost slipped out.

Just as Fu Han had said, she was never anyone’s accessory, not in the past nor would she be in the future; so she would definitely cultivate her own career.

He Xing supported her in this, and he had even suggested investing to help Fu Han start a new company, where both of them would each own fifty percent of the shares.

Of course, his proposal was self-interested. Su Cheng’s intentions towards Fu Han were crystal clear to everyone; He Xing didn’t want Fu Han to be too tied up with Su Cheng.

On the other end, Fu Han’s bright eyes focused on the screen, her expression calm as she said, "That might not work, Su Cheng took a flight back to the country last night; he should be almost here."

"Back to the country? Then you’re really going to have a hard day today. Hang in there; it will soon be over." He Xing’s expression was somewhat peculiar, or perhaps he felt it was odd to be discussing Su Cheng with Fu Han. Yet, the conversation was his doing after all, wasn’t it? He knew some things about Su Cheng but hesitated, unsure if he should tell Fu Han.

He knew Fu Han too well; she was a kind-hearted person. If she found out that Su Cheng’s family had run into trouble and that He Xing had been negotiating with Su Cheng while that trouble was ongoing, Fu Han might become angry, and seriously so—perhaps making his trip to M Country entirely futile.

Fu Han’s gaze remained fixed on He Xing, and on seeing his somewhat guilty demeanor, and watching him awkwardly change the subject, Fu Han’s heart suddenly softened.

She already knew about the deal He Xing had struck with Su Cheng and its details; she had deliberately claimed the deal was beneficial to Su Cheng to defuse the situation at that time.

However, truth be told, Fu Han felt somewhat uncomfortable. She could accept if He Xing used every fair and square method to dissuade Su Cheng from pursuing her. But taking advantage of someone’s family misfortune to pressurize them? Honestly, Fu Han could not accept this.

But right now, her inability to accept it was no longer important. She just stared at He Xing’s face on the phone screen. Although it was from a terrible angle, He Xing was still handsome as usual.

Just that... while Fu Han stared at the screen, He Xing’s complexion slowly changed, from initially feigning calm to growing visibly restless, until finally, in a soft voice, he asked, "Xiaohan, why aren’t you saying anything?"

Finally unable to hold back, Fu Han burst into laughter, saying amusedly, "What’s the matter? You think, with things having come this far, I wouldn’t know what happened with Su Cheng’s family? Or that I wouldn’t know about the deal you struck with him?"

Although Fu Han laughed, using his years of growing up together with her as a gauge, it was still difficult for He Xing to discern if Fu Han was truly angry or not.

He tip-toed around the issue, cautiously asking, "That... Xiaohan, me... if I did that, would you be angry?"

"Angry." Seeing He Xing being so cautious, the last bit of reserve in Fu Han’s heart vanished entirely. She poked the phone screen and pretended to be stern, "You should be clear about my feelings for you. Even if you wanted to get rid of a rival, you should have plenty of ways to do that. So why resort to these underhanded tactics?"

At that moment, He Xing’s heart raced. He inwardly cursed, feeling that Fu Han was indeed angry.

No longer able to contain his thoughts, he blurted out anxiously, "Xiaohan, please don’t be angry. As long as you’re not angry, I’ll do whatever you ask."

"Really? You’ll do whatever I ask?" Fu Han continued to keep a stern face, though inwardly she was already bursting with joy.

Like someone in hell who had seen a glimmer of hope, He Xing hurriedly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes! As long as you’re not angry, I’ll do anything you ask of me."

"Then..." Fu Han deliberately drew out her words, saying with a smile, "Then from now on, your punishment is to go to bed by eleven every night. If you can’t do it, I’ll never forgive you."

Honestly, He Xing had braced himself, thinking Fu Han would demand something difficult to fulfill. But he never imagined she would simply ask him to get more sleep.

So shocked was He Xing that he didn’t immediately know how to respond to Fu Han’s request. It was only after Fu Han’s "impatient" prodding that he agreed in rapid succession.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Fu Han needed to get up and prepare for the store, they probably would have talked all night. Yet, even so, they had already chatted for more than an hour.

As Fu Han got ready to leave the house, she reminisced about He Xing’s reluctant demeanor. She had heard long-distance relationships were bitter, but now she felt it was manageable; any bitterness dissolved the moment they connected with each other.

During her three years alone abroad, Fu Han also deeply missed He Xing, but at that time she thought they had broken up and was set on avoiding him. Those three years had nothing to do with long-distance love.

Who said that a love not tested by the ordeal of long-distance isn’t complete? Then their love, having experienced long-distance, must be regarded as complete now, right?

As Fu Han thought to herself, she reached out to pull open the car door. This driver was specifically assigned by Fu Xingbo to be on call for her twenty-four hours a day.

Every morning, the driver would park the car at the door in advance waiting for Fu Han, and today was no exception.