Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 578 - 579 The Use of Bodyguards

Chapter 578: Chapter 579 The Use of Bodyguards

But she never expected that Old Zhou would have such great tea-making skills, washing, boiling, and serving tea, each step done with remarkable precision.

Yet despite Old Zhou’s towering and muscular build, suggesting a driver who looked more like a bodyguard, he had also once been a national Sanshou champion.

Old Zhou’s appearance was of a burly man who would seem only capable of solving problems with strength, yet now he handled the delicate task with such precision, creating a delightful contrast that took people by surprise and pleasure.

"Uncle Zhou, I’ve realized you’re like the ultimate master that appears at the end of a TV series, what seems one way on the outside is another matter entirely. You’re simply amazing," said Fu Han teasingly while examining the small tea cup in her hand.

"Lady, please stop making fun of me," Old Zhou said, smiling as he continued his meticulous tea art ceremony, "This little skill of mine is only good enough to barely make a pot of tea for the master, not for the elegant halls."

He Laozhu zipped a sip of tea gently and followed with a smile, "Indeed, Old Zhou’s tea-making can only be considered barely passable, Fu Han’s tea is truly authentic."

"Then... when I’m better, shall I make it for you a few more times?" Fu Han offered with a smile and without a hint of embarrassment.

He Laozhu was stating the facts, and she was indeed very skilled; there was no need for false modesty here.

As soon as He Laozhu finished his tea, Fu Han suggested that he go home.

The He Family had many traditions, and there was so much to do on New Year’s day; all tasks requiring great effort and care, and she truly feared for Grandpa He’s well-being.

In just a few minutes, the spacious Ward was left with only Fu Han and He Xing, and even the bodyguards at the door had disappeared.

Without those two imposing ’door gods,’ Fu Han suddenly felt that her field of view had widened substantially, a feeling to which she was unaccustomed, her eyes roamed everywhere, unsure of where to look.

After He Xing tidied up the Ward a bit, he brought a chair over to sit in front of Fu Han, "I heard that Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan had a fight, what about?"

"Because..." Fu Han pondered whether she should tell He Xing about Nan Qing’s issues, after all, it involved Nan Qing’s privacy.

However, she felt conflicted, recalling her promise to Nan Qing.

Today, she keenly felt Wang Yixuan’s animosity toward her, or rather, his dissatisfaction; Fu Han could understand Wang Yixuan’s feelings. Under such circumstances, it probably wasn’t appropriate for her to intervene.

After a moment, Fu Han relayed the day’s events to He Xing, eager for his opinion, considering they were both men.

He Xing’s handsome brows furrowed, and after a few minutes, he spoke in a deep voice, "It’s not suitable for you to get involved in this matter, it would embarrass Wang Yixuan. It’s better if I talk to him."

"But..." Fu Han was worried, especially since last night Wang Yixuan had punched He Xing, leaving some swelling on his face still visible now.

"There’s no ’but’ about it," He Xing said, affectionately stroking Fu Han’s head with a smile, "For you, a girl, to interfere would only make it seem like you’re meddling. It’s better if I handle it."

Fu Han relished the warmth of He Xing’s palm, as cozy as basking in the winter sun, the kind that makes one’s hair warm to the touch. Her heart was suddenly overflowing with warmth, filled as if she’d just had a large bowl of hot soup.

"Silly girl, don’t worry too much about Nan Qing," He Xing said, noticing Fu Han didn’t pull away like she did in the morning, so he took the opportunity to draw her closer into his embrace, "If I’m not mistaken, it’s probably because Nan Qing’s parents don’t really approve of her marrying Wang Yixuan, and he happened to find out, prompting him to say those words."

That explanation suddenly enlightened Fu Han. She had been bewildered why Wang Yixuan would say such things when Nan Qing was so distressed but realizing the parents’ disapproval made Wang Yixuan’s reaction seem all too normal.

Fu Han had known Wang Yixuan earlier than Nan Qing. Wang Yixuan, with his superior appearance and talent, was exceedingly proud by nature; yet due to his family background, he may also have underlying feelings of inferiority that manifested as a complex of both pride and insecurity.

A man like him couldn’t resist someone like Nan Qing, a princess who’d always lived in the sunshine. Unconsciously, he was drawn to her, but once they were together, the pressure would mount, making him feel unworthy of her.

He Xing’s chin rubbed against Fu Han’s forehead with each movement, his voice gentle yet strong, "If you truly want to do something, you could talk to Nan Qing’s parents. I think Wang Yixuan’s attitude will change along with theirs."

"Alright." It was quite a coincidence, for Fu Han had been thinking the same thing.

She was eager to make amends to Nan Qing, and helping her fulfill wishes was one way to do so, at least that’s what Fu Han believed.

Having addressed a major concern, Fu Han felt much more at ease. Leaning against He Xing’s chest, she gazed around the simple Ward and felt an extraordinary sense of contentment.

What could be more fulfilling than having the one in front of you be the one in your heart?

Her eyelids began to grow heavy with sleepiness creeping upon her.

Just as she was about to close her eyes, He Xing’s gentle voice arose, "Xiaohan, did Su Cheng come to see you today? What did he want?"

Fu Han’s eyes, which had yet to fully close, snapped open. She pushed He Xing away at once, and as she left his embrace, a chill wind blew over her, causing an involuntary shiver.

"What’s wrong?" He Xing said with a soft smile, as if soothing a child, "You don’t like me asking, right? Then I’ll stop."

But even with He Xing hiding it well, Fu Han could still spot a flicker of panic and unease in his eyes. In fact, his expression was complicated for an instant; it was too transient for Fu Han to fully perceive.

She gazed intently at He Xing, saying word by word, "You’re so concerned about what Su Cheng talked to me about, why don’t you also care about what Xia Ning said to me."

"Xia Ning..." He Xing’s smile was momentarily rigid, and he opened his mouth with difficulty, unsure of what to say.

Just as He Xing was about to speak again, Fu Han suddenly interrupted with a hint of sarcasm, "Surely your people didn’t only report to you about Su Cheng’s visit; they should have notified you about Xia Ning’s visit as well."

"I..." He Xing cleared his throat awkwardly, a trace of redness appearing on his cheeks as he struggled to speak, "Xiaohan, don’t misunderstand. I didn’t have them here to monitor you; I just don’t want you to go through what happened yesterday again. I... I don’t want to see you hurt."