Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 590 - 591: The First Date

Chapter 590: Chapter 591: The First Date

As for the distance between her and He Xing, that would be a matter for the future. At least for now, they were still together, after all, dealing with everything related to the Xia Family was not something that could be resolved in a short period of time; it would be a protracted battle.

On the eve of the Chinese New Year, Fu Han had a delightful dinner, she and He Xing turned it into the effect of a candlelit dinner.

Even though there was no wine and no fruit juice for tonight’s dinner, just dishes and soup, both of their cheeks were still rosy.

It felt like the first date, where all you did was walk along the curb, and even though you didn’t even hold hands, you found the date utterly enchanting—the sweetest memory of your lives.

After the meal, He Xing had the dishes cleared away, and the hotel staff quickly filled the table with various fruits and pastries, bringing the feeling of the New Year instantly.

He Xing pulled Fu Han to sit on the sofa, fondly rubbing her head, "Feeling sleepy? Do you want to take a nap first?"

Staying up late on New Year’s Eve is something Fu Han had done from a young age; it’s said that if you express your wishes on New Year’s Eve, they will certainly come true.

In the past, Fu Han’s wish every year was to marry He Xing as soon as possible, but this year she hadn’t yet decided what her wish would be.

She hoped that her love life could go a bit more smoothly, and also that her career could reach new heights.

"I... I want to watch the Spring Festival TV program." Fu Han said with a playful smile, the corner of her mouth held the smile of a little scheme’s accomplishment.

Actually, she intentionally proposed something she thought would be difficult for the moment; she wanted to see He Xing in distress, as she always found him incredibly cute at such times.

"Sure." Unexpectedly, He Xing agreed very readily. He stood up and walked over to Fu Han’s wardrobe. In no more than a few seconds, he took out a small projector, "I bought this mini projector when I was overseas last time; it has excellent projection quality, perfect for watching the Spring Festival program."

Fu Han leaned in to see, and it indeed was a very precisely made projector, advanced as if it were a vital prop crafted with a great budget in a TV drama.

She watched as He Xing fiddled with it for a few minutes, and to her surprise, the Spring Festival program appeared on the wall, the picture clear as a cinema’s large screen, a very good viewing experience.

"You’re really amazing," Fu Han raised a thumb unreservedly.

Though only a day had passed, while the signs of bruises were still visible on Fu Han’s face, they had already improved since she was brought in the day before. And even compared to the morning, her face was no longer as swollen as it appeared.

The ward’s lights were off, the faint glow from the projector shone on Fu Han’s face, casting a delicate sheen, similar to the luster of jade strung on her face, and it was unexpectedly beautiful.

As he watched, He Xing’s Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously. He approached Fu Han step by step, and with a stretch of his long arm, he embraced Fu Han in his arms, speaking low and tenderly, "Xiaohan, I love you, do you know that?"

Fu Han had not anticipated such a sudden declaration from He Xing. Startled, she thought to push him away, but when she saw the profound affection in his eyes, her hand froze, as did she.

How could one describe He Xing’s expression at this moment?—like a sunflower always turned towards the sun, like a beauty dancing under the moonlight, like the Earth eternally orbiting the sun.

Although He Xing only spoke a simple sentence, his eyes had already communicated so much. His gaze, intense and complicated, rested on Fu Han, who felt as though she had seen a thousand words within them.

She nestled softly against He Xing’s shoulder, looking up at him with a low, tender voice, "I know, I know it all."

"Do you love me then?" He Xing leaned in closer, reducing the space between them. His handsome face was filled with an irresistible aggression and anticipation.

Fu Han’s already blushing face deepened in color as she let out an unnatural cough, "Why are you suddenly asking this? The Spring Festival program has started, let’s hurry and watch."

"No rush." He Xing’s voice was deep, magnetic, with a resonating seductive quality, "Xiaohan, I really want to know the answer to this question."

Without any movement, he simply looked at Fu Han, and she obediently met his gaze. Her bright eyes fell squarely into He Xing’s.

At first glance, those eyes seemed like a starry sea, but upon a closer look, they resembled a mire, deeply drawing Fu Han in, surrounded by countless stars as if innumerable butterflies were dancing around her.

Fu Han’s heart melted completely, her lips parted slightly, and she confessed earnestly, "He Xing, I love you too."

With her words spoken, the last bit of trepidation in the depth of He Xing’s eyes finally vanished. He looked at Fu Han with immense excitement, as though he had found treasure, "Xiaohan, I... I love you, certainly more than you love me. I will pamper you like a princess, ensuring that in this life you will only experience joy without bearing any pain; that your eyes will witness beauty without having to bear sadness."

Fu Han smiled, her smile blossoming like a rose garden caressed by the spring breeze, glorious beyond compare.

If she recalled correctly, those were the sweetest words He Xing ever spoke. She nodded vigorously, replying obediently, "I know, I’ve always known."

Listen, whose heartbeat resonates so quietly into the peaceful night, bustling as if drums and gongs were being played.

Kisses fell like raindrops, set against the lively Spring Festival program, exquisite like wildflowers blooming far and wide.

Fu Han stood on tiptoes responding to He Xing, her uninjured hand tightly wrapped around his shoulders, with unprecedented eagerness.

Each of her movements encouraged He Xing, who held her ever tighter, as if wishing to meld her into his own body.

Whose deft hands roamed across Fu Han’s back, effortlessly undoing the buttons of her underwear; whose body reacted, as though something was ready to emerge.

Although Fu Han had never had such an experience, she wasn’t a naive girl. During her time studying abroad, she had accidentally seen her roommate watching something similar, a romance film with explicit scenes.

She was clear on what would happen next. But should she resist? Should she refuse?

Fu Han wasn’t sure, but what she did know was that she felt an anticipation within her own heart, as if everything was falling into place naturally, and all she needed to do was follow her heart.