Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 517: Adorable Kitty

Chapter 517: Chapter 517: Adorable Kitty

A simple meal of five dishes and one soup, with meat, vegetables, and broth, including braised, steamed, and stir-fried dishes—enough to stir up anyone’s appetite.

Fu Han licked the saliva at the corner of her mouth; her stomach, cooperating with the vision before her, growled loudly, especially noticeable in the not-so-quiet office.

"Look how hungry you are," He Xing chuckled and handed Fu Han a bowl of steaming rice, "Eat up quickly, don’t want my little kitty to get skinny."

Fu Han’s face turned beet red, and she said in a low voice, "Who’s a kitty? I’m not."

"If you’re not a cute little kitty, then what are you?" He Xing laughed even brighter. He started to pick up food with his chopsticks swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already served Fu Han quite a few dishes.

Fu Han couldn’t help but smile wryly, hurriedly shifting her bowl as she quickly started to eat.

He Xing ruffled her hair then began to eat, his own bowl and chopsticks in hand.

Both of them seemed to be so hungry that neither spoke. They simply buried their heads in their food, indeed embodying the old saying, "No talking while eating, no speaking while sleeping."

As Fu Han was finishing her bowl of rice, suddenly there came a burst of noisy cheers from outside, it sounded like the staff was celebrating something, but it was unclear what.

Just as she opened her mouth to tell He Xing about what happened when she arrived at the office in the morning, her office door was abruptly knocked on.

This time it was really just a knock because before Fu Han could respond, the door had already been pushed open from the outside.

She and He Xing both turned to look toward the door; entering was none other than Jiang Ling.

After finishing the photo shoot, Fu Han hadn’t bothered with Jiang Ling, assuming that, with several assistants following her, someone would have taken care of her makeup removal and outfit change.

Fu Han had thought Jiang Ling had left long ago and was surprised she hadn’t; clearing her throat, she asked calmly, "Lady Jiang Ling, is there something you need?"

"I’m not here for you," Jiang Ling glared at Fu Han, then turned her softened gaze to He Xing, her face breaking into an instant smile, "Mr. He Xing, I heard you were here, so I specially came to see you."

Her cloying smile and coquettish voice gave Fu Han goosebumps. If she hadn’t restrained herself, she might have thrown up the better part of the half-bowl of food she had eaten.

However... Fu Han’s mind was more focused on gossip. It was clear that Jiang Ling was displaying her interest, and Fu Han was quite curious about He Xing’s reaction.

He Xing looked annoyed enough to kill a mosquito with his furrowed brow. He looked up at Jiang Ling and said coldly, "Now that you’ve seen me, can you leave?"

Jiang Ling’s pupils dilated shockingly, as if she couldn’t believe her ears.

On the contrary, Fu Han almost laughed, covering her mouth. This felt too familiar, so familiar that it would make her wake up laughing from her dreams.

It’s true that He Xing was infuriatingly handsome and incredibly charming; but he was definitely not the warm spring breeze type. Instead, He Xing was notorious for his biting words.

Back when he was at school, he was very popular, receiving so many love letters daily that he needed a backpack to carry them all. Many girls painstakingly wrote letters and courageously presented them to He Xing in person.

But each time, He Xing had a way of saying something that could drive anyone to want to hide in a hole, as he always spoke sharp words that could wound deeply.

However, there were exceptions, and those exceptions were Fu Han and Xia Ning. Sometimes He Xing was sharp-tongued with Fu Han, but at other times he would suddenly say something sweet.

As for Xia Ning, Fu Han always felt that He Xing was too tender with her, although he could be harsh at times too. But most of the time it took extreme provocation before he would retort to Xia Ning.

Perhaps for this reason, as children Fu Han and Xia Ning both firmly believed that they were He Xing’s exception, each thinking that He Xing liked her.

But now the issue was resolved. The person He Xing liked was Fu Han. As for Xia Ning, she had already lost, continuing her attempts only because she did not want to give up on He Xing.

Thinking thus, the corners of Fu Han’s lips curved slightly upwards, and when her gaze shifted toward Jiang Ling, it carried a hint of schadenfreude.

But Jiang Ling wasn’t paying attention to Fu Han; regaining her composure, she batted her exaggeratedly large eyes and said, "Mr. He, there’s something I would like to discuss with you. How about I treat you to lunch? The food you’re eating now is too simple. How can you stand it?"

Fu Han felt an even stronger sense of amusement; she knew Jiang Ling’s words were mocking her, but she didn’t care because someone else would handle it.

True to expectation, He Xing’s expression darkened, and he said icily, "Miss Jiang, I have nothing to discuss with you, and this lunch is something I specially bought to eat with Fu Han. If you find it too simple you can look away. Now we are going to eat, please leave."

Jiang Ling had shot herself in the foot and felt extremely awkward; her face turned red and she was speechless. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t leave, simply standing straight nearby.

He Xing picked up another chopstick full of food for Fu Han, urging gently, "Xiaohan, you’re too skinny. You have to eat more. Don’t follow others in dieting and not eating properly, got it?"

One second he was a domineering CEO, the next he turned into a nagging mother.

Fu Han was satisfied with He Xing’s reaction. Sensing two murderous gazes upon her, she smiled mischievously, "I don’t want to eat, unless you feed me."

"Okay, okay, I’ll feed you," He Xing promptly took action, putting a piece of meat into Fu Han’s mouth.

At the same time, he whispered so only the two of them could hear, "How’s that? Didn’t I do well today?"

The smile at the corners of Fu Han’s mouth grew wider, and she picked up a piece of meat as well, "He Xing brother, let me feed you too. Here, open your mouth..."

Jiang Ling watched in disbelief as they fed each other, alternating between the two. She was so angry she felt like her chest might explode. Eventually, unable to bear it anymore, she stomped her foot and left.

No sooner had she stepped out than Fu Han waved her chopsticks in distress, "Oh my goodness, that was so nauseating, I’m about to vomit."

"What was nauseating about it?" He Xing extended his arm and pulled Fu Han’s office chair closer to him, "A moment ago, it seemed quite clear that you were enjoying it."

As their distance closed, He Xing purposefully leaned in, causing Fu Han’s face to burn. She wanted to retort with defiance, but He Xing’s breath on her neck silenced all her intended words.

With lightning speed, He Xing wrapped his arm around Fu Han’s waist and kissed her cheek, reveling in how nice it felt—bouncy, soft, and fragrant, softening his heart as well.