Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 525 - 526: The Old Friend Returns

Chapter 525: Chapter 526: The Old Friend Returns

But if Fu Han were to take the initiative to talk to He Xing about the conflict between them, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

It was clearly He Xing who was in the wrong, so why should she be the first to speak up?

Fu Han had already sat in the car for a good ten minutes, still unsure of where to go. The He Family villa was indeed her home, but right now she truly didn’t want to return.

Suddenly, Fu Han’s cell phone rang. She thought it was a call from He Xing or Grandpa, hesitating over whether or not to answer. When she took out her phone, she saw it was Nan Qing calling.

Huating No.1, building one, apartment 2201, half an hour later.

Fu Han had come in a hurry without her keys; she could only ring the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door was opened from the inside. Nan Qing opened the door and hugged Fu Han tightly: "Fu Han, I’m back, did you miss me?"

Her enthusiasm was like a flame, dissolving all the displeasure in Fu Han’s heart caused by He Xing and Xia Ning.

Like someone frozen through, Fu Han instinctively sought out any source of warmth.

"Welcome back, I did indeed miss you," said Fu Han, also patting Nan Qing’s arm. Her personality had always been like this, neither cold nor hot, rarely lively like Nan Qing, but also not as aloof as He Xing; one could only say she was occasionally as warm as flame, and occasionally as cold as ice; of course, her attitude toward you depended on your attitude toward her.

"All right, how long are you going to stand at the door? Be careful not to catch a cold," Wang Yixuan’s clear voice, like the call of a phoenix, suddenly rang out.

The next second, he appeared behind Nan Qing, holding a knitted cardigan over her shoulders: "Why are you standing at the door like a little kid, where it’s windy? What if you catch a cold?"

Fu Han let go of Nan Qing and looked at Wang Yixuan with a smile: "How come I find you’ve become so caring now?"

What should have been a simple teasing comment made both Wang Yixuan and Nan Qing blush at the same time, leaving Fu Han utterly surprised.

At the entrance, Fu Han found the slippers she used to wear. Fortunately, they were kept clean in the shoe cabinet and were ready to wear.

This apartment had been where Fu Han and Nan Qing lived since Fu Han returned to the country last year. Even though it wasn’t a third of the size of the He Family villa, it was a small but complete home, more than enough for two girls to live in.

Apart from the He Group, the Fu Family’s villa in M Country, this was the only place that could still feel like home to Fu Han, even if this home lacked the liveliness of family life, it was indeed very warm.

Fu Han and the others hadn’t been here for almost half a year, and she thought Nan Qing had already given up the lease on this apartment. She couldn’t help but ask, driven by curiosity.

At that moment, Nan Qing was sitting on the sofa, drinking warm water. On hearing the question, she broke into a playful smile: "Ah, I didn’t tell you? Less than a month after we rented this apartment, my parents paid for it in full as a purchase for me."

Fu Han’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Did you tell me? I don’t remember."

In her memory, Nan Qing had said she directly rented it for half a year. After Fu Han moved in, she insisted on paying half the rent. At that time, she was working at a company in Su Cheng with a stable salary, and sometimes she would earn a nice sum when her photographs were sold, so supporting herself wasn’t a problem, hence she insisted on contributing to the rent.

Under Fu Han’s sharp gaze, Nan Qing’s face gradually reddened, and she coughed awkwardly, settling next to Fu Han and saying in a placating tone, "Well... it’s like this, I knew you had such a strong sense of pride, I was afraid you’d refuse to stay with me here if I told you the truth, so... "

"Just like the young Lady of the wealthy Nangong Group," Fu Han said, tapping on Nan Qing’s forehead with a finger, feigning anger: "You should have told me earlier this apartment was yours, then I wouldn’t have contributed to the rent. I should have just lived in your place for free."

"Of course, you’re welcome," Nan Qing was initially worried Fu Han would be upset, and now she breathed a sigh of relief, her entire demeanor relaxing considerably: "I promise there will always be a room for you here, let’s call it... call it..."

She stumbled and turned to Wang Yixuan for help.

Wang Yixuan smiled indulgently, playing along: "This place is Fu Han’s maternal home."

"Exactly, maternal home," Nan Qing clapped her hands hard, unable to contain her laughter: "Fu Han, if you ever fight with He Xing, you can just come and live here, let him be unable to find you."

Fu Han’s good mood was spoiled upon hearing the name He Xing, but seeing the genuine happiness on Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan’s faces, she didn’t want to dampen everyone’s spirits and forced a smile back onto her face.

Luckily, Nan Qing was chatting with Wang Yixuan, so neither of them noticed anything off about Fu Han.

After the three of them chatted and laughed for a while, Nan Qing coquettishly told Wang Yixuan she was hungry, and he immediately stood up and went to the kitchen, his behavior shockingly attentive, to Fu Han’s disbelief.

When only the two of them were left in the living room, Fu Han leaned in, curious: "What on earth did you give Wang Yixuan to drink? How did you get him to become like this?"

Fu Han had known Wang Yixuan longer than Nan Qing and her memories of him remained mostly from when they first met.

On that day, He Xing took Fu Han out for a meal, and Wang Yixuan played the Wedding March on the piano, dressed in a white suit, his long hair casually tied into a small ponytail at the back, with some stray hairs framing his cheeks.

Fu Han was truly stunned; she had never imagined a boy with long hair could look so attractive without seeming effeminate—in fact, he looked as much a prince as any from a fairy tale might.

To this day, the only man besides He Xing who had managed to dazzle Fu Han was Wang Yixuan.

Even though Wang Yixuan wasn’t Fu Han’s type, she had to objectively and fairly admit, Wang Yixuan was like a box of ink, rich in musical literacy, capable of composing, arranging, and writing lyrics; his painting prowess was also strong—it was the kind you’d look at and feel like you’d stepped into the world within the painting.

But even the most perfect people have flaws, and Fu Han had never seen Wang Yixuan cook. However, it seemed she never had the opportunity to see him cook, so she instinctively felt Wang Yixuan wouldn’t know how.

Nan Qing’s face grew redder and redder as she whispered, "Well... I don’t know how to tell you this, but we... we’re going to get married."

"What?" Fu Han’s voice rose eight decibels, her hands covering her mouth in shock as she stared at Nan Qing: "Are you joking with me?"