Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 539 - 540: The Anxiety of Meeting the Parents

Chapter 539: Chapter 540: The Anxiety of Meeting the Parents

Fu Han looked at Nan Qing with some sympathy and finally said quietly, "I think... I think if you can solve the problem I just mentioned, you shouldn’t have any major issues today."

"I got it." Nan Qing nodded worriedly. She wanted to say something, but in the end, no words came out, and she could only silently turn around and go back to her room.

Before long, Fu Han finished her makeup. To say that she "did her makeup" might not be quite accurate. She only applied a bit of concealer, fixed her eyebrows, and added a touch of lipstick.

As for clothes, Fu Han rummaged through her wardrobe and chose a light green sweater, paired with a very ordinary pleated skirt, and a beige woolen coat over it.

The design of the coat was simple, just an ordinary mid-length style, with the only decoration being a belt at the back.

She was clear in her mind that she was not the main character today; she couldn’t steal the limelight and only needed to accompany Nan Qing, giving her emotional support.

It wasn’t long before Nan Qing was also ready, looking her best. She ran into Fu Han’s room, turned around in a circle, and said expectantly, "Fu Han, what do you think of my outfit?"

Fu Han’s beautiful eyes scanned Nan Qing from top to bottom, giving her a thorough once-over.

Nan Qing looked very pretty today. She wore a white naval-style sweater on top and a matching knitted skirt on the bottom. The fur collar, cuffs, and the hem of the skirt were light blue, adding a touch of vitality to the ensemble.

She wore a pair of long stockings that reached her calves and a pair of chunky leather shoes, at a glance resembling the beautiful, lovely girls one might find on a college campus.

"Pretty," Fu Han nodded and said earnestly, "You look very nice today. Maybe your parents will feel like their hard-grown cabbage has been nudged by a pig."

Nan Qing, who had been blushing not knowing what to say, was taken aback by that comment. A visible conflict crossed her beautiful face as she hesitated, "Fu Han, do you think I should change into something more ordinary?"

Nan Qing, who was fully made up, looked especially gorgeous today. Now with her cheeks blushing, she appeared even more charming and attractive—a different kind of beauty that was captivating.

Fu Han couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, love truly is a woman’s best nourishment. A woman surrounded by love is always the most beautiful.

Unlike her, who had swollen eyes when she woke up this morning, almost losing sight of her double eyelids. In the end, Fu Han had to stick on double eyelid tape for an hour to barely conceal the redness and puffiness.

Seeing that Nan Qing took her words seriously, Fu Han burst into laughter, "Alright, Nan Qing, you really are too nervous. You’re taking every word to heart. Then let me ask you, if your parents find you’re less sophisticated and pretty after being with Wang Yixuan, do you think they would agree to you being together?"

The blush on Nan Qing’s face deepened. She finally realized she had been teased by Fu Han. She punched Fu Han gruffly and said, "Fu Han, you’re really annoying. I came to you in good faith because I don’t have experience, and you... you just know how to make fun of me here."

Fu Han clutched her arm and laughed exaggeratedly, but after her laughter, she looked at Nan Qing seriously and said, "I’ve met your parents; they are very reasonable people. I can assure you that even if they have reservations about Wang Yixuan in their hearts, they would never directly express them. They definitely will not embarrass Wang Yixuan in person."

"That’s good, that’s really good," Nan Qing patted her chest, looking even more nervous than when attending an arts examination. She complained with palpable relief, "You don’t know how much of a face-saving person Wang Yixuan is. If my parents really made him lose face on the spot, I think he’d just leave without a word."

Fu Han imagined it and thought Nan Qing had a point. Someone like Wang Yixuan, who was used to being unrestrained and held himself in high esteem, might indeed just walk away in such a situation.

Thinking this, she too began to worry, but it was too late for regrets. Even if they knew their parents might disapprove, they would still try their hardest to obtain their blessing.

As for the outcome, Fu Han believed that as long as you give it your all, fate won’t let you down, but first you must make the effort.

Wang Yixuan wasn’t long in coming back, bearing the brunt of the chill, his hair seemingly damp from sweat.

There was sunlight today, but the morning fog was severe. The winter fog was like ice water, layering onto you wave upon wave.

Wang Yixuan took out a thermos from his chest and handed it to Nan Qing with a smile, "Eat it while it’s still hot."

After speaking, he turned to Fu Han and said, "I’ve bought a generous portion, so there should be enough for two. If Nan Qing can’t finish it, you have it. Don’t be picky."

Fu Han didn’t mind at all, in fact, she found Wang Yixuan’s proudly romantic words quite amusing.

But before she could speak, Nan Qing had already glared at Wang Yixuan, "What are you saying? If Fu Han and I are going to eat, we’ll eat together. Why would Fu Han have to eat my leftovers? I’m not a pig; I can’t eat that much."

Though she spoke sternly, Fu Han, as an outside observer, didn’t think she was angry at all—clearly, her heart and eyes were full of sweetness.

And it seems she wasn’t the only one who felt that way. After hearing Nan Qing’s words, Wang Yixuan indifferently curled his lips, a nonchalant expression on his face, "Got it, you two hurry up and eat, I’ll tidy up a bit."

Nan Qing instinctively grabbed Wang Yixuan’s hand, cooing as she followed him toward his room, "No way, you promised me you won’t talk like that again next time. Fu Han is my best friend, and I won’t allow anyone to treat her that way."

Their footsteps faded. Fu Han shook her head, chuckling as she picked up the hefty thermos and headed to the kitchen. It was full of Wang Yixuan’s love for her—even the outside of the thermos was still warm from his body heat.

Fu Han dished out the Crab Dumplings onto a plate. She had heard that pregnant women can be picky eaters, so after some thought, she arranged the dumplings as neatly and appealingly as possible.

Wang Yixuan was right; he had bought plenty, enough for two girls to eat. It was just unfortunate that, in typical male carelessness, he only bought the dumplings and forgot to take the sauce packet.

But that was alright. In the distant past, when Fu Han had some interest in cooking, she had studied various breakfast sauce packets. Anyways, their kitchen was well stocked, so she could whip up some sauce; that would do.