Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 591 - 592: The More you Hide, the More Apparent it Becomes

Chapter 591: Chapter 592: The More you Hide, the More Apparent it Becomes

The buttons of her hospital gown gradually came undone, and Fu Han felt a chill sweeping in. She shivered slightly, instinctively seeking warmth nearby, moving even closer to He Xing.

He Xing’s breathing became heavier, and his breaths louder, his hand slowly moving downward.

But suddenly the sound of firecrackers erupted, and the two separated as if electrocuted, both their faces blushing deeply.

He Xing immediately apologized, "Xiaohan, I’m sorry, I... It wasn’t on purpose, I just wanted to kiss you."

"Don’t talk about it anymore." Fu Han was so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a hole.

If everything had proceeded smoothly, it would have been fine, but the sudden brake right before the final step was too much to bear. What more, He Xing’s immediate apology was akin to admitting guilt without provocation, wasn’t it?

The heating was on in the room, and now He Xing felt the entire room even warmer, filled with a sweet atmosphere.

He couldn’t be sure what Fu Han really meant, but seeing that she wasn’t genuinely angry, he smiled and reached out to pull her closer, "Xiaohan, I remember you said the most precious things should be left for the wedding day, we’re not in a rush."

However, before Fu Han could respond, a loud bang resounded and fireworks began once again, blossoming in the night sky.

"Who is setting off fireworks so early?" Girls just can’t resist such things. Like Fu Han, she immediately forgot the previous incident and rushed to the window to watch.

The splendid fireworks exploded in the air, dyeing the inky sky a jewel-blue, as if it were made of the finest blue velvet.

Fu Han couldn’t help walking to the window to look; her face, regaining its beauty, was filled with delight. What could be more romantic than watching beautiful fireworks on New Year’s Eve?

He Xing moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Xiaohan, I’m sorry, I forgot to bring fireworks over. How about I put on a good show for you at home once you’re out of the hospital?"

His body pressed against hers, and she could distinctly feel a certain part of his body still in a state of excitement.

Flushed with embarrassment, she struggled to break free, "You’re a dangerous person right now, stay away from me."

"How am I dangerous?" As He Xing spoke, his lips caught Fu Han’s ear. He gently licked her earlobe and exhaled hot breath like a branding iron, "Stop moving, or I can’t guarantee what I might do."

Fu Han was truly frightened by him and stayed still in He Xing’s embrace, but she could clearly hear his breathing becoming hotter and hotter.

In the distance, the fireworks continued, changing into various shapes — chrysanthemums, peonies, gardenias, and... Fu Han even saw a lotus.

She pointed excitedly to the huge lotus blooming in the sky, "Look, that’s a lotus! When it’s not blooming, it’s also called a ’han’. That’s the ’han’ in my name, Fu Han."

"I know." He Xing smiled, feeling inside his wool coat and, like magic, produced a necklace, "Xiaohan, you’re the owner of this necklace. Will you take back what’s yours?"

Fu Han recognized it — this was indeed the necklace He Xing had given her before, right after she returned to the country and confirmed her relationship with him, precisely one year ago yesterday.

She was captivated by the diamond lotus at first glance and wore the necklace every day after receiving it. However, following an argument with He Xing, she broke the necklace in a fit of anger and returned it to He Xing.

Over the span of a year, many things transpired, and Fu Han often thought about taking back the necklace. But their relationship seemed specially uneven, always agitated by one thing or another. She could never quite open her heart fully to accept He Xing, which is why she never brought up the token of their love again.

Fu Han took the necklace and spread it out on her palm. The cool touch of her pale hand contrasted with the warmth of the almost-blooming lotus under the soft light.

She examined it carefully, reminiscing about the moments when she received this necklace. After a few seconds, she looked up at He Xing with her beautiful eyes sparkling, "I really like it. Will you put it on for me?"

"Of course." He Xing affectionately tousled Fu Han’s hair, took the necklace, and fastened it around her neck.

The lotus the size of an adult’s thumb shone brightly on Fu Han’s chest, complementing her gleaming eyes, each enhancing the beauty of the other.

Her heart swelled with happiness, and she leaned into He Xing’s chest.

The last lotus in the window faded away, and the sky turned back to pitch black. If you looked closely, you could still make out a few faint stars hanging in the distant sky.

"Looks like the fireworks show is over; let’s go watch the New Year’s Gala," said Fu Han with a smile as she turned around.

But suddenly, a loud bang rang out, and another set of fireworks began to bloom.

Fu Han immediately stopped and turned back, and sure enough, fireworks continued to rise in the distant sky, like fountains starting one by one from the center of a lake.

Under Fu Han’s gaze, the fireworks formed and froze in the sky, finally coalescing into two words: "Fu Han."

Fu Han heard a heart beating like drums, unsure if it was hers or He Xing’s. She knew this had to be arranged by He Xing; otherwise, how come it was so timely right after their dinner?

Feeling a faint expectation of what was to come, she watched the sky intently, completely unaware of the subtle force He Xing applied to the hand on her shoulder, his expression fluctuating.

A few seconds later, the two words vanished, and a new round of fireworks bloomed, forming three words: "I Love You."

The third round of fireworks formed another phrase: "Marry Me?"

Surrounded by enormous happiness, Fu Han wanted to turn around and tell He Xing she was willing, but the fireworks blossomed anew.

Under Fu Han’s watch, countless fireworks merged to create three words: "Ji Liangchuan."

If Fu Han was ecstatic the second before, she was astonished the next.

She turned to He Xing, bewildered, "I... I thought you had arranged these fireworks for me."

He Xing, with the icy demeanor of a millennium-old iceberg, looked past Fu Han towards the window, where the traces of fireworks faded away and the words "Ji Liangchuan" grew lighter until they disappeared.

The sky returned to its original state — pitch-black, like ink, and empty.