Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 502: A Beautiful Night

Chapter 502: Chapter 502: A Beautiful Night

Fu Han stripped off her clothes, her two smooth and straight legs exposed to the air. She stepped into the bathtub, the warm water wrapping around her, driving away much of the fatigue from her journey.

There is no tiredness that a bath cannot cure. If there is, it just means you haven’t soaked long enough.

The more Fu Han soaked, the sleepier she felt. She definitely did not want to fall asleep in the bathtub. Drowning or freezing to death, either way would be an unbearably cruel fate for her.

The spacious bathroom was amply heated, the rising steam akin to a pervasive fog that reduced visibility to nought, making one blind even with eyes wide open.

Fu Han dried off and slipped into a set of pink coral fleece pajamas. She wiped the mirror and saw her face, pink as if she had applied an entire box of rouge in one breath; her eyes shone bright as stars in the sky; her lips, untouched by lipstick, were naturally redder than even the most vivid shade of red.

Yawning sleepily, Fu Han felt utterly exhausted. She hurriedly reached for the hairdryer, planning to go to sleep right after she finished blowing her hair dry.

Little did she expect that when she pulled open the restroom door, she would come face to face with He Xing, sitting right in front of her office.

Startled, she instinctively covered her chest, which wasn’t exposed, and said with a lingering fear, "He Xing, are you human or ghost? How come you didn’t make a single noise coming in?"

It was like a slow-motion scene from a movie as He Xing turned around leisurely, his well-defined face flawless under the light.

"Xiaohan, come here!" He extended a finger toward Fu Han, his sexy Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

Fu Han’s heart pounded wildly. She felt as though she was under a spell as she walked towards He Xing. Yet when she placed her hand in his, He Xing forcefully pulled her, drawing Fu Han into his embrace.

Without any warning, a tender kiss descended.

Fu Han wrapped her arms around He Xing’s, eyes closed as she savored his gentleness. Her already drowsy mind turned into mush, ceasing to function.

Time seemed to stretch on as the air around them grew hotter with each breath, searing as it escaped their lips.

The kiss was long; only when Fu Han started to gasp for breath did she realize He Xing’s hand had made its way inside her pajamas, moving restlessly.

For a moment, Fu Han thought it wouldn’t be so bad to give in to the moment, considering what was about to happen was something every couple might experience.

But before she could completely succumb, the video of He Xing and Xia Ning flashed through her mind.

Somehow mustering the strength, she pushed He Xing away. Standing up quickly, she straightened her disheveled pajamas and said with flushed cheeks, "It’s getting late... I need to sleep now. You should go back and sleep too."

He Xing had on his usual white shirt, now crumpled, with several buttons undone at the collar revealing his defined collarbones and muscular chest, hinting at the outline of his abs.

His deep voice resonated in the room, "I’ll watch over you until you fall asleep, then I’ll go back."

Fu Han’s gaze involuntarily drifted towards his partially exposed chest. When she realized what she was doing, her already warm face turned even redder.

Pointing at He Xing’s collar, she whispered like a mosquito, "You... you’d better button up your shirt. Otherwise... otherwise you should leave."

He Xing stroked his chin with a mischievous smile as he began buttoning up, saying, "Alright, alright. As long as you don’t drive me away, I’ll do as you say."

Fu Han glared at He Xing, especially when she caught the meaningful look in his eyes as he buttoned his shirt—the suggestion couldn’t have been more obvious.

From childhood, He Xing had always been cold and unemotional. Regardless of how much Fu Han and Xia Ning showed their affection, he barely reacted, like an emotionless robot.

Yet whenever Fu Han and He Xing were alone together, he would often act out of character, leading to near-miss moments between them.

It was precisely because of He Xing’s unpredictable behavior in private that Fu Han always felt he liked her; but in the past, this "feeling" was more a self-consolation than anything substantial.

This is why, in the end, Fu Han was driven away by Xia Ning’s successful provocations and left the country for three years.

Nowadays, Fu Han no longer harbored such worries, for He Xing had personally told her many times that she was the only one he had ever liked from the beginning to the end.

Fu Han lay down in bed, and He Xing immediately came over to tuck her in, patting the comforter rhythmically, cooing like one might to a child, "Sleep, sleep, Xiaohan be good, have a nice sleep."

Fu Han indeed felt very sleepy, but his words made her even less inclined to sleep. Thinking about the reason for her return, she pulled out her phone from under her pillow and showed the video to He Xing, "Don’t you want to explain this video to me?"

He Xing took the phone and examined the video carefully, then replied unfazed, "That was when Xia Ning was in the hospital. She had an injury that made it hard for her to move. I was feeding her, and it accidentally scalded her, so she spit it out and almost fell. I just helped her up."

As he spoke, Fu Han kept her eyes fixed on him, fearing she’d miss any change in expression. Fortunately, He Xing did not disappoint Fu Han this time; when recounting the incident, his face showed no sign of a guilty conscience, as if the person in the video were someone else.

The heavy stone in Fu Han’s heart finally settled. She almost instinctively believed what He Xing said was true, but it seemed too easy to just forgive him like that.

She huffed, pretending to be annoyed, "I didn’t expect you to remember it so vividly."

He Xing pinched Fu Han’s cheek, half-smiling and half-sympathetic, "Is it my fault for having a good memory? I remember things about you even more clearly. Why don’t you test me?"

That was true, as he remembered everything he had read or experienced; ask him anytime, and He Xing would recall it clearly.

Many people say God is fair, but looking at He Xing, you could only see divine favor. Handsome face, tall figure, sharp mind, photographic memory.

Fu Han knew she couldn’t compete with He Xing when it came to memory. She also knew she wasn’t truly angry, and there was no point in being obstinate over such a matter.

She smiled faintly, reaching out from under the blankets to pat He Xing’s hand, "Alright, I know, I trust you. You can go back to sleep now."