Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 506: A Blissful Morning

Chapter 506: Chapter 506: A Blissful Morning

"But..." Qin Nuan hesitated, still looking undecided.

"No buts," Yi Lixing interrupted Qin Nuan without hesitation, his expression blank as he spoke, "If you want to rescue your sister, then listen to me; they are all cunning old foxes. Without my strategies, you’ll surely be eaten by them without a single bone left."

Qin Nuan stared at Yi Lixing for a long time, and finally, she reluctantly bowed her head in agreement, acknowledging his words, yet her beautiful big eyes still swirled with a touch of worry.

...

Fu Han slept sweetly, a night without dreams.

When she opened her eyes in the morning, she saw the pale golden light piercing through the gap between the curtains, slightly dazzling, but it was the warmest color, making the world seem beautiful at a single glance.

Fu Han stretched lazily in bed, her clear black and white eyes looking around to confirm that this was her room in the He Family’s villa, and her sense of happiness grew even stronger.

The winters in City A were cold, but this cold was different from M Country; compared to M Country, the winters here were warm like spring itself.

Fu Han rummaged through her wardrobe and eventually chose a pair of black fleece-lined jeans, a white turtleneck sweater, and a camel-colored tailored wool coat.

Standing in front of the mirror in these clothes gave her a feeling of lightness, as if heavy down jackets were too cumbersome and lacked aesthetic appeal.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, accompanied by He Xing’s gentle call, "Xiaohan, time to get up. You can’t sleep too long. If you’re still sleepy, you can take a nap at noon."

"Coming." Fu Han crisply replied, pulling the door open. She had planned to get up and join her grandfather for breakfast, and being awakened early only added to her sense of happiness.

"Good morning, Xiaohan," He Xing said with a smile, his long arm reaching out to effortlessly pull Fu Han into his embrace. He lowered his head and lightly kissed her forehead, "Xiaohan, it’s so good to have you back."

The long journey, because of this sentence, seemed inconsequential, and even the dull, lengthy plane ride suddenly felt worthwhile.

She wrapped her arms around He Xing’s waist, resting her head on his shoulder, "Yeah, He Xing, I’m back, and I came back for you."

It was a line of sweet talk, Fu Han knew; what she didn’t know was when she had last spoken such sweet words.

He Xing’s body tensed noticeably, but then he hugged Fu Han even tighter the next second, "Xiaohan, with your words, even if it kills me, I would..."

Fu Han, alarmed, hurriedly placed her hand over his mouth, her eyes almost brimming with tears, "Don’t talk like that. Don’t speak of death so early in the morning. If you died, I... I wouldn’t want to live either."

"Alright, alright, I won’t say such things again," He Xing quickly nodded, and even went as far as to ’ptui’ several times exaggeratedly to make her happy, "Look, I spat it out; those words don’t count now."

Fu Han laughed at his antics, the previous gloominess swept away.

Hand in hand, they descended the stairs, and the rich aroma of food wafted from the dining room, making Fu Han’s stomach growl in response. She sheepishly stuck out her tongue, "I’m hungry."

After descending the stairs, Old Master He was already sitting at the dining table waiting for them, while Old Zhou was bustling bringing the dishes out from the kitchen, quickly covering the table with an array of options.

Calling it a meal was not quite accurate, as most of the table was filled with light and appetizing dishes, followed by buns, potstickers, noodles, and the like.

The homely new cook stood to the side with an awkward smile, "Master, Young Master, Lady, this is my first time making breakfast for you. I don’t know what you like, so I prepared a little of everything. Please have a taste."

Fu Han’s expressive eyes fluttered back and forth; with so many choices, she didn’t know what to eat. While abroad, Chinese restaurants were rare, especially those serving breakfast, limiting her options even further; she once complained about the lack of choice, but now she felt sometimes having no choice was the best choice.

He Xing picked up a small bowl and served himself a little portion of noodles.

Seeing this, the cook immediately advised, "Young Master, these are mixed noodles, they taste better with some side dishes added."

A few minutes later, a bowl of well-mixed noodles was placed in front of Fu Han, and He Xing warmly said, "Eat up before it gets cold."

Before Fu Han could speak, Old Master He began to cough beside her, so she promptly passed the bowl with a smile, "Grandpa, you eat first."

"Xiaohan knows best," said Old Master He, his wrinkles seemingly fewer than usual, making him appear much younger as he smiled contentedly.

He Xing coughed and, unable to restrain himself, spoke again, "Grandpa, you’re acting is a bit too much like a drama queen right now."

"Mind your business," snorted Old Master He, perfectly demonstrating a rapid change of expression.

He Xing was used to this behavior and acted as if he heard nothing, merely smiling at Fu Han, "Xiaohan, don’t worry, I’ll make you another bowl of noodles."

For the He Family, having three people at breakfast was as crowded as it got. Laughter and conversation filled the spacious dining hall, breathing lively warmth into the room.

After the meal, it was time for He Xing to go to work. Carrying his briefcase at the car door, he beamed at Fu Han, "Xiaohan, I’m off to work. Aren’t you going to see me off?"

Fu Han’s face flushed, and she scolded He Xing with a glance, though her eyes held no real force, "It’s not like you’re the only one who has to work. I have to go to my job too."

"Are you sure you don’t want me to take you?" inquired He Xing, his eyes gleaming with a faint concern, too piercing to look away from.

"No need," Fu Han flatly refused while dodging his intense gaze, "We’re not heading the same way, plus I have my own car, my own car."

From the wicker chair in the yard, soaking up the sun, Old Master He finally couldn’t bear it any longer and interjected, "If you two continue talking like this, I reckon you won’t make it to the company until nightfall."

Feeling shy, as girls often do, Fu Han stomped her foot and ran off like a puff of smoke, not daring to glance back at Old Master He, and within two minutes, her car slowly exited the He Family’s gate.

Just as He Xing was about to follow suit and get into his car, Old Master He suddenly spoke up, "How have you handled Xiaohan’s safety? She’s headstrong and refused when I suggested getting bodyguards for her. We can only arrange for someone to secretly protect her."

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