Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 560 - 561 You Run and I Chase

Chapter 560: Chapter 561 You Run and I Chase

She slowly opened her arms and wrapped them around Wang Yixuan’s waist, and it was only then that she realized how slender he was despite looking strong; his waist was even thinner than many girls’.

"Why are you so thin?" Nan Qing gently rubbed Wang Yixuan’s neck with a pained expression, "You need to put on some weight; being too skinny isn’t good."

"How is it not good?" Wang Yixuan chuckled, his hand resting on Nan Qing’s waist. He gave it a slight pinch, and his breathing grew a bit heavy, "Are you trying to say I’m not good in bed?"

Nan Qing was already feeling upset, but upon hearing those words, her face instantly flushed red. Remembering the intimate moments they shared under the stars, she wished she could just crawl into a hole and hide from sheer embarrassment.

Nan Qing would never forget that day. During their travels, local girls expressed their affection toward Wang Yixuan, which lead a sulking Nan Qing to turn and walk away, prompting Wang Yixuan to immediately chase after her.

One ran while the other chased, and somehow they ended up in a meadow, not a golf course, but it was more beautiful than any golf course. The soft grass was like a thick carpet.

After catching up to Nan Qing, Wang Yixuan held her hand and confessed his feelings, admitting he liked her, and asked if she felt the same. Naturally, the answer was affirmative.

By that time, the night sky was strewn with stars, glittering like tiny diamonds against the deep blue velvet sky.

And their kiss began at that moment, a long kiss that left Nan Qing breathless. Everything progressed so naturally, like the floral dress slipping off her shoulder, like their entwined feet tangled in the grass, like their gentle, lingering sighs.

At that moment, Nan Qing wasn’t thinking of anything. She was only aware that she liked Wang Yixuan, and he liked her; everything happening between them felt meant to be.

It was that one and only time, Nan Qing’s first kiss, her first time, a beautiful memory she would never forget, and also the time a small life began forming inside her.

The memory abruptly ended there, as Nan Qing pushed Wang Yixuan, trying to break free from his embrace. She was no longer the naïve girl she once was and had a faint premonition of what would happen next. She wasn’t resisting; she was just too embarrassed, and she still remembered her mother’s advice.

But Wang Yixuan was prepared. He held Fu Han’s waist tightly with one hand and lifted Nan Qing’s chin with the other, kissing her deeply.

Wang Yixuan’s lips were as soft as petals yet electrifying, swiftly melting away all of Nan Qing’s resistance.

In an instant, her mind went blank, void of thought, leaving her to respond passively, basking in the pleasant sensations.

Wang Yixuan’s hand had wandered beneath Nan Qing’s clothes. Perhaps due to working out, his fingers had fine calluses that felt oddly special, causing Nan Qing to shiver slightly.

Suddenly, the sound of a key turning in the lock reached them. It wasn’t loud, but to the two people inside the room, it was deafening, no less than the sound of gongs and drums.

Nan Qing, not knowing where the strength came from, pushed Wang Yixuan away. Not that it was necessary, as he had already let go of her willingly.

The door opened just as they steadied themselves, and indeed, it was Fu Han coming back.

She stood in the doorway, looking at the two, who were not far apart. Judging by the blush on their faces, Fu Han could tell that her timing was off.

"Ahem..." A flush of red crept onto Fu Han’s face, and she coughed awkwardly, "Did I come back at a bad time?"

"Not at all, not at all." Despite her flushed face, Nan Qing hurried over to Fu Han, "You’re back just in time. My mom asked me to bring you the Red Dates and Bird’s Nest Porridge; have some while it’s still warm."

Ever since Fu Han had saved Nan Qing, her mother had wanted to take Fu Han as a goddaughter. She was really good to Fu Han, often calling her and frequently buying her gifts which were mostly refused by Fu Han. Sometimes, when the gifts had already been purchased and Fu Han couldn’t refuse, she would find an excuse to return the favor later.

But gift reciprocation aside, Fu Han genuinely felt affection for Nan Qing’s mother.

Hearing Nan Qing’s words, she smiled too, "Sure, you’re pregnant and need to nourish yourself too. Let’s have it together."

Turning around, Fu Han went to the kitchen, and when she came back, she had three bowls and three spoons, clearly including Wang Yixuan in the count.

Nan Qing spooned the Bird Nest Porridge, stealing glances at Fu Han as if trying to detect something different about her.

On the other side, Fu Han sat by the dining table; although she was looking at Nan Qing, it seemed as if she wasn’t really seeing her at all, her gaze empty and heartbreaking.

Nan Qing tentatively spoke up, "Fu Han, how was your visit to the He Family today? Did you have fun?"

Fu Han had been wondering if Nan Qing had heard the evening news, but there was no need to ask now; the question made it clear that Nan Qing knew.

A bitter smile crossed Fu Han’s face, and she tilted her head with a laugh, "I wouldn’t say it was fun or not fun, just that Xia Ning was there when I watched the news."

"Ah? She went to the He Family too? What was she doing there?" Nan Qing’s voice suddenly rose eight degrees, unable to hide her disdain.

Fu Han smiled calmly, "The He Family is like a second home to Xia Ning, and the Xia Family has been a benefactor to the He Family. She’s welcome to visit whenever she likes."

What else could Fu Han say?

Could she tell Nan Qing that it was Mr. He who invited Xia Ning?

His intent was for Xia Ning to see who truly mattered in He Xing’s heart; of course, Mr. He had plans as well, aiming to reveal Xia Ning’s true colors to He Xing.

But their plan had barely started when the television broadcast their complex relationships with the intensity of a prime-time soap opera.

Fu Han never felt that it was wrong to express the animosity between her and Xia Ning; she merely did not want to involve Mr. He, which is why she spoke to Nan Qing in this way.

"Such thick skin." Nan Qing complained bluntly. As she called Wang Yixuan over for the soup, she said to Fu Han, "Fu Han, I think even if there are issues between you and He Xing, you definitely shouldn’t let Xia Ning off easy. First and foremost, you need to deal with Xia Ning well."

"But..." Fu Han looked down at the white porcelain bowl. The creamy Bird’s Nest Porridge with two red dates floating on top looked particularly pleasing.