Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 543 - 544 Unexpected Encounter

Chapter 543: Chapter 544 Unexpected Encounter

"Godmother, what are you talking about?" Nan Qing’s voice came over before she was seen, carrying the buoyant shyness and joy of a young girl.

Lady Huangpu looked behind Mrs. Nangong and sure enough, saw Nan Qing coming over.

She affectionately pulled Nan Qing to her side, "Xiaoqing, you’re really getting prettier as you grow, but you’re too thin. Girls shouldn’t always be on diets; it’s not good for your health."

Nan Qing had been the treasure of both families since she was a child, and her relationship with Lady Huangpu was genuinely close. She hooked Lady Huangpu’s arm and, while pulling her toward the house, laughed, "Godmother, what are you saying? If I really did get fat, you’d tell me to control my weight."

Su Cheng followed behind them, a smile involuntarily forming on his lips as he listened to their conversation. His eyes casually swept around the room he was as familiar with as his own home. In fact, due to his parents being busy, he had spent most of his childhood here, so much so that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he had spent more time in this house during his childhood than his own.

After entering, Su Cheng immediately noticed Mr. Nangong and Wang Yixuan playing chess in the living room. At that moment, both men’s gazes shifted to Su Cheng and his group.

Su Cheng smiled and took the lead in greeting them, "Hello Godfather, hello Mr. Wang."

Mr. Nangong smiled warmly, looking at Su Cheng just as he looked at Nan Qing, as if he were looking at his own son.

Wang Yixuan stood up and politely greeted, "Hello Aunt Huangpu, hello Su Cheng, it’s a pleasure to see you."

His voice was crisp and clear when he spoke, as if his manner of speaking was professionally trained, enunciated and well-rounded. Moreover, Wang Yixuan’s demeanor while speaking was remarkably appealing—a balance of humility and confidence, polite yet without giving off a hint of insincerity.

Lady Huangpu sized up Wang Yixuan and smiled warmly, "No wonder our Xiaoqing likes you. You do have a handsome face and look every bit the artist."

Today, Wang Yixuan was dressed sharply in a suit that stood out. The same standard suit, but the one he wore was eye-catching—black with white Greek key patterns on the collar, cuffs, and hem. The three-row button jacket gave off a non-overly formal impression but exuded elegance nonetheless.

Especially with his medium-length hair dyed chestnut, loosely held in place by a black hair clip, he looked both elegant and handsome.

Even as a man, Su Cheng had to admit that Wang Yixuan indeed looked very handsome today.

Despite being praised, Wang Yixuan remained composed, smiling politely and graciously accepting the compliment, "Thank you for the compliment, Auntie. You look very beautiful today as well. If I didn’t know your true identities, I might think you and Mrs. Nangong are about Nan Qing’s age."

Nan Qing "glared" at Wang Yixuan upon hearing this, then reflexively looked at Su Cheng.

Su Cheng coughed awkwardly, intending to avoid Nan Qing’s gaze.

He understood all too well what Nan Qing meant, for Su Cheng was a true straight man who never complimented any woman besides Fu Han, not even his own mother, godmother, or Nan Qing, who had hardly ever received praise from him.

In fact, Su Cheng felt quite wronged. Having grown up with these three women, no matter how beautiful they were, he felt nothing, so looking at them was like looking at himself in the mirror—he knew they looked good, but he never voiced it.

Thinking of this, Su Cheng felt a small grudge against Nan Qing’s recent gaze. He moved closer to whisper to her, "I never realized before how good Wang Yixuan is at flattering."

"Mind your own business." Nan Qing stepped firmly on Su Cheng’s foot, not holding back in the slightest, thankfully she was wearing cotton slippers, so the step wasn’t too painful, "Are you stingy with praising others and can’t stand us receiving praise from someone else?"

Su Cheng’s face scrunched up. It wasn’t that he truly felt the pain; rather, he captured a long-lost, familiar feeling. He was about to retort to Nan Qing when the figure of someone familiar appeared at the end of the living room, close to the corridor.

If not for Fu Han, then who could that familiar, slender, and tall silhouette be?

"Fu Han... Fu Han is back?" Su Cheng’s eyes glued on Fu Han like they were stuck with adhesive. He elbowed Nan Qing instinctively, signaling her to answer his question.

Nan Qing disdainfully snorted at Su Cheng’s foolish demeanor, teasing, "Yeah, she returned a day later than you. Didn’t you know?"

"Didn’t know." Su Cheng’s heartbeat noticeably quickened. Instinctively, he looked himself over, feeling relieved that he hadn’t actually come out in a set of loungewear, otherwise he would have wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.

Because Fu Han looked exceptionally beautiful today, it was evident she wore no make-up, but the light green sweater only made her face look whiter, like freshly fallen snow, complementing her black grape-like eyes. Her beauty was captivating.

If half an hour ago Su Cheng was still confused about his feelings for Fu Han and Nan Qing, then the moment he saw Fu Han, he was utterly certain that the one he liked was Fu Han, and only her.

Then Nan Qing’s low voice rose again, "Don’t say I didn’t warn you, but Fu Han and He Xing seem to have had a fight. If you’re still harboring intentions, this could be a good opportunity for you. But I don’t see much hope for you. Naturally, it’d be better if you’re willing to give up."

Su Cheng was no longer paying attention to Nan Qing, he stepped past her and others, heading straight for Fu Han with surprise written all over his face, "Fu Han, long time no see, when did you get back?"

Fu Han hadn’t expected to see Su Cheng here. She had some understanding of the situation at Huangpu Group and thought Su Cheng would be at the company today.

But she quickly regained her composure, wearing a polite smile, "I’ve been back for a few days. I wanted to contact you, but I thought it’d be better to tell you once I’ve settled some company issues."

Her voice was calm, like a spring day without wind but full of sunshine, warmth without the chill, but her gaze held clear concern.

However, that very concern pulled Su Cheng back from his daydream in a second, because Su Cheng interpreted it as Fu Han’s sympathy for him.

Anyone could extend sympathy to Su Cheng; he could even swallow his pride to accept their pity, but he could not accept Fu Han’s. Once he did, his last bit of self-respect would vanish.

Su Cheng’s face momentarily stiffened, but he quickly recovered, "I see, you’ve been working hard on the company stuff."