Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 549 - 550: Dressing Up

He Xing looked at the red mark on the back of his hand and let out a helpless sigh, withdrawing his hand obediently and putting on the appearance of a henpecked wife, "Xiaohan, won’t you forgive me? Tell me, what do I need to do for you to forgive me? I’ll listen to you."

This seemed to be the first time He Xing had spoken to Fu Han in such a tone and manner since she could remember. Her heart melted into a mess and she even started to feel guilty for being so harsh on He Xing.

The words to forgive He Xing were on the tip of her tongue, but then she caught Grandfather He signaling to her from the corner of her eye, and she quickly held back.

In the end, she just kept a stern face and said to He Xing, "What you did was really too much. If you think that’s enough for my forgiveness, you’re definitely mistaken. I’ll see how you behave in the future."

He Xing’s face collapsed instantly, and he looked at Grandfather He reproachfully, only to receive an even fiercer glare in return.

At that moment, He Xing had only one thought – he dared not provoke his grandfather, since after all, it was Grandfather He who could get him back into Fu Han’s good graces after she had blocked him.

Of course, deep down, He Xing was also quite indignant. Clearly, Grandfather He had already contacted Fu Han, yet he hadn’t called He Xing to inform him, instead making him look for Fu Han everywhere. It would be hard for anyone to believe that Grandfather He hadn’t done it on purpose.

But the problem was that not only could He Xing not complain about his grandfather, he couldn’t even show his dissatisfaction because... well, if he wanted to woo Fu Han back, he truly needed Grandfather He’s help.

The time that followed was really quite humorous, with Fu Han and Grandfather He chatting idly in the Pavilion as if He Xing was thin air.

He Xing wasn’t angry, either. He first went upstairs to shower, wash his hair, change his clothes, spray some perfume, and apply some hair gel, grooming himself to look exceptionally handsome as he strutted around Fu Han.

Unfortunately for him, Fu Han continued to ignore him, and even Grandfather He pointed at He Xing as a bad example, "Fu Han, I’ve heard that young people these days like to talk about playboys. Isn’t He Xing dressed exactly like one today?"

Fu Han burst into laughter at this, covering her mouth and nodding seriously, "Grandfather, you’re really too fashionable. He Xing really is a playboy, especially the kind that flits about everywhere looking for flowers to land on."

"How am I a playboy?" He Xing murmured gloomily, sizing himself up. Black jeans, a black sweater, a black coat.

His outfit was just short of having "Keep out" written all over his face.

Grandfather He was particularly irritated with He Xing today, and before Fu Han could respond, he retorted, "If Fu Han says you’re a playboy, then you’re a playboy. Just listen to whatever she says. Why all the talk?"

With one sentence, Grandfather He successfully shut He Xing up. He really wanted to explain that he wasn’t arguing with Fu Han. Initially, it was Grandfather He himself who had called him a playboy, but while he thought this in his mind, he couldn’t utter a single word.

Meanwhile, Fu Han was covering her mouth, laughing uncontrollably. After she had had her fill of laughter, she pretended to be serious and coughed, "Even if you dress down, your face attracts bees and butterflies anyway. Those bees will fly towards you on their own."

He Xing was even more distressed. He touched his face and said helplessly, "Then... next time I go out, I’ll wear a mask. Will that be enough for you to forgive me?"

"Forgive, forgive, you keep talking about forgiveness," Grandfather He took "singing a duet" to the extreme. He blew his beard and glared at He Xing, "All those dastardly things you’ve done, let me tell you, Fu Han will never forgive you for your whole life. This is a stain on your life. Fu Han is just giving you a chance now to see what you will do next time."

In the cold of the early evening, Grandfather He’s words resonated powerfully. Although He Xing knew he was doing it on purpose, he still felt a certain pressure from his words.

Just as He Xing was about to ask Grandfather He what he meant, the roar of an engine echoed. The three turned their six eyes toward the direction of the gate.

What first appeared in everyone’s sight was a pair of slim, black ankles, followed by the face of Xia Ning, already familiar to them all.

Xia Ning wasn’t expecting to see all three of them as soon as she stepped out of the car. Her expression stiffened for a moment, but she quickly recovered, showing off her signature sickeningly sweet smile as she greeted, "Grandpa He, Brother He Xing, Sister Fu Han, hello."

To be fair, Xia Ning was indeed dressed beautifully today. Her chestnut hair was curled into soft waves, adorned with two delicate hairpins.

Her already quite attractive face was even more delicately made up. From a distance, Fu Han could see her long eyelashes, high nose, cherry lips, and porcelain white skin.

If one had to point out flaws on Xia Ning’s face, it would be that her nostrils were too large, and her skin wasn’t all that fair, leading her to apply makeup with a heavy hand, resulting in her face looking exceedingly pale, as terrifying as those female ghosts in TV dramas.

Today, Xia Ning had evidently made an all-out effort to dress up. A cream-colored sweater with lace details, paired with a plaid skirt and making her legs look even more slender with tights, coupled with a pair of black platform shoes; topped with a bright red short wool coat, she indeed radiated youthful vitality.

Of course, all this was under the premise that Xia Ning didn’t speak. The moment she opened her mouth, her feigned, pretentious voice and her demeanor, desperate to show off how pretty she was, were enough to make someone almost throw up yesterday’s dinner.

It was already somewhat chilly, but now Fu Han felt like she was on the verge of vomiting her dinner. Her expression darkened and she didn’t bother to be polite, "Xia Ning, don’t call me sister. I am not your sister."

Xia Ning’s eyes, obviously exaggerated by colored contacts to appear particularly pitiful, immediately sought help from He Xing, "Brother He Xing, didn’t you say Sister Fu Han wouldn’t be angry with me? Why is she being like this to me?"

Listen to that, what’s called blaming others, what’s called playing the victim first.

Fu Han seldom rolled her eyes, but at this moment, she really couldn’t help but give Xia Ning an extremely rude eye roll, "Xia Ning, what do you mean I shouldn’t be angry? Let me tell you, with what you and He Xing have done, I’m already being nice not to kick you out with a broom."

He Xing was just about to scold Xia Ning when he heard Fu Han’s words and immediately shut his mouth. His eyes shone as he looked at Fu Han; he had never imagined that one day, Fu Han would speak so fiercely and possessively.