Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 499 Finally Returning Home

Chapter 499: Chapter 499 Finally Returning Home

Twenty-five thousand miles high in the sky, Fu Han slowly opened her tightly shut eyes. She looked out the window into the darkness that still enveloped the outside.

Her journey was magical, in a sense. This flight was like one that evaded the light, with the sun chasing them from behind yet never quite catching up.

They boarded the plane in M Country during the night and disembarked in City A while it was still dark; they saw very little sunlight during the entire trip.

Throughout the long flight, Fu Han only saw the clouds when lightning struck. She didn’t know where she was at the time, but amidst the thunder and lightning, the clouds tumbled endlessly, dreamlike—as if from a scene in an ancient fantasy TV drama where immortals endure their tribulations.

Unexpectedly, an image arose in Fu Han’s mind: He Xing sitting cross-legged on a cloud, the clothes on his upper body shredded by lightning, with streaks of blood seeping out from his skin.

Above his head, lightning still gathered. He Xing tilted his head slightly, an expression without a hint of retreat on his jade-like face, standing tall as if nothing in the world could make him bow down.

Although Fu Han left in a hurry and many things were left behind, she carried a backpack with her. Rummaging through it, she found a half-used sketchbook and a pre-sharpened charcoal pencil.

It was still early and Fu Han hadn’t downloaded any movies to pass the time, so she decided to settle down and sketch the scene from her mind.

Wang Yixuan had taught her how to sketch, and even Nan Qing admitted that his drawings were superior to hers.

Wang Yixuan was best at sketching, with just a few strokes creating a complete picture, easily expressing whatever you wanted to convey.

Fu Xingbo had paid a hefty sum to Wang Yixuan to ensure that he taught Fu Han properly, and he truly did impart all he knew. Unfortunately, photography, not drawing, was Fu Han’s main interest; drawing was at most a hobby for her.

Fortunately, she was someone who took things seriously. When she learned to draw, she was very diligent. Although she might have only skimmed the surface of Wang Yixuan’s skills, it was better than nothing.

Charcoal pencil scratching on the sketchbook, He Xing’s silhouette gradually took shape on the white paper.

Fu Han spent hours on a sketch, adding and erasing, always feeling something was not quite right. Even after all that time, she merely found her work passable.

With less than two hours remaining before landing, Fu Han looked at the vast blank spaces on her sketch page and began to write in them.

When the flowers fell, I met you, not knowing of yearning, yet I placed you deep in my heart.

Little did I know that meeting early wasn’t fortunate, young as I was, I had already tasted life’s hundred sorrows.

Looking back, the young man remains as he was, yet everything else has changed, only my heart remains unchanged.

Looking forward, I hope we walk these red dust paths of the mortal world hand in hand, to grow old with the one I hold dear.

With each word, Fu Han expressed her sentiment gradually, until her eyes wettened toward the end. She looked at the teardrops blurring the sketchbook, with her yearning for He Xing growing like a rose in the night—hidden and deep-rooted, unnoticed by others.

City A was just ahead; her heart had already sprouted wings and flown to the He Family’s villa, to He Xing’s side. She had already decided, the moment she saw He Xing, she would embrace him and confess all the unspoken longings of this time.

Suddenly, the plane jolted. Panic-stricken passengers exclaimed loudly, their cries like thunderclaps, echoing one after another in a series of explosive sounds.

Fu Han was initially anxious, but when the plane stabilized and she realized there was no power outage and everything was as usual, and when the flight attendants came to reassure everyone, she was no longer afraid.

Her memory went back to last autumn when she returned from Antarctica and the plane encountered a thunderstorm. It was struck by lightning and nearly crashed.

Everyone on the plane wrote their wills then, including Fu Han, who penned a letter to He Xing. In the letter, she admitted she hadn’t forgotten He Xing during her three years abroad, not for a moment. She said she loved He Xing as much as her own life, and she asked him to take good care of himself and his grandfather in her absence.

Fortunately, they landed safely, and that will ended up tucked away in her collection room at the He Family’s home, never to be opened again.

Why had she never looked at that will again? Because what she wrote didn’t match her actions in real life.

At that time, Xia Ning treated Fu Han with the attitude of a lady of the house. Fu Han felt suffocated with resentment, and with her explosive temper, she readily talked about leaving He Xing and canceling the engagement. How could she admit that she never truly wanted to leave him?

The plane finally landed. Fu Han gathered her luggage and exited the airport, easily hailing a taxi.

The driver, a kindly looking old man, struck up a conversation, perhaps because the journey from the airport to Lanwan Mountain was long and it was late at night.

Fu Han responded to him while taking in the city she grew up in.

The moment she disembarked felt like a weight lifted off her. This sensation grew stronger as they headed towards Lanwan Mountain, until anxiety began to creep into her heart.

As they neared the urban area, high-rise buildings and neon lights began to multiply alongside the road, illuminating the city as if it were daylight—or rather, the neon turned night-time City A into a world that seemed to exist only in fairy tales, and she was Cinderella in her pumpkin carriage, on her way to the prince’s palace.

In the past, Fu Han refused to let the sons and daughters of the upper-class society call her Cinderella, hating any mention of her being a servant’s daughter.

But now, she thought perhaps Cinderella herself was quite happy in that beautiful fairy tale; at least, she lived happily ever after with the prince in the end.

Lanwan Mountain loomed close—the nighttime view of Lanwan Mountain was perhaps the most like an actual night throughout City A. There were no flashy neon lights, only street lamps encircling Lanwan Mountain, along with the lights on the winding mountain road. Seen from afar, they looked like a scarf tied around Lanwan Mountain.

The taxi stopped accurately at the foot of Lanwan Mountain. At night, no vehicles from outside the villa area were allowed in; Fu Han would be taken the rest of the way by a patrol car from the property. Her status as an "owner" in Lanwan Mountain had been established for some ten or twenty years.

The He Family’s villa was situated at the top of Lanwan Mountain, the most expensive villa in the area, not just anyone with money could afford it—it was the only villa befitting the He Family’s status in City A.