Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 594 - 595: Happy Times

Chapter 594: Chapter 595: Happy Times

Speaking of this, He Xing extended his palm to Fu Han for her to see, "Look, I still have a scar here. Grandpa knew about this, and so did the doctor at home. At that time, this was his method of teaching me."

"Alright, I’ll take your word for it." Fu Han said stiffly, but there was still a faint smile on her face, clearly, her mood had improved a lot.

As Fu Han’s mood shifted, so did He Xing’s. He grasped her hand in his palm and shook it, "The third time was just a few days ago, when you kicked me out of Huating No.1. I happened to run into Ji Liangchuan who came looking for you. He challenged me to a drinking contest, saying that if I won, he wouldn’t pester you anymore, so I agreed; but I drank too much, and he ended up with a bleeding stomach. I must be honest with you, I really didn’t know why Xia Ning showed up when I was drunk, and I also don’t know how I ended up in the hotel."

"So, in fact, you also don’t know if anything happened between you two this time," Fu Han’s face sank once again as she tried to pull her hand away from He Xing’s grasp.

"No." He Xing held onto Fu Han’s hand even more tightly, his cheek pressed against the back of her hand, he said anxiously, "Xiaohan, you... you’re really too innocent. Don’t you know that a completely drunk man cannot... cannot do that?"

A rush of blush overwhelmed her, and Fu Han felt her cheeks burning hotly. She yanked her hand out of He Xing’s palm, "Who knows if what you are saying is true. The two of you came out of the same room this time, a whole night is a long time, anything could have happened, don’t try to fool me here."

"Then..." He Xing was in a difficult position. After thinking for a moment, he leaned close to Fu Han’s ear and whispered, "Then how about I go to the hospital for a check-up to see if I am still a virgin?"

"You!" Fu Han never dreamed He Xing would say such a thing. She was so embarrassed she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, "You really are getting more and more indecent."

In contrast to her embarrassment, He Xing appeared exceptionally openhearted. He looked at Fu Han with eyes as black as obsidian, his tone brimming with grievance, "What else can I do when you don’t believe me? This is the only idea I can come up with, after all, Xia Ning wouldn’t testify for me."

One sentence successfully amused Fu Han. She poked He Xing’s forehead with her finger and said with disbelief, "You still know that Xia Ning won’t testify for you, huh? I think you know everything but just refuse to say it."

"I..." Seeing Fu Han’s anger on the verge of erupting, He Xing quickly surrendered, "Xiaohan, I swear to heaven, I’ve told Xia Ning countless times that I like you, I only like you; but Xia Ning just won’t give up, and there’s nothing I can do about it. After all, you know that I owe the Xia Family two lives."

Fu Han sighed softly. She also knew very well that she couldn’t truly break up with He Xing.

Moreover, she wasn’t a fool. She could tell that everything He Xing said today was true, so the barriers in her heart had already began to crumble.

Now there was only one last thing that made Fu Han feel uncomfortable. She sniffled, her cute and delicate nose wrinkling slightly, "Then let me ask you, do you admit that every time Xia Ning wanted something from you, she would use her mother to put psychological pressure on you?"

He Xing’s face changed, but he quickly responded, "I admit it."

"Do you know, last time you even said that to me?" Fu Han felt wronged instantly, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry." He Xing panicked, pulling Fu Han into his arms. He kissed her forehead gently and cooed like comforting a child, "But Xiaohan, knowing is one thing and saying it is another. The debt I owe to the Xia Family is known to anyone who wants to find out. As long as the Xia Family doesn’t do anything too outrageous, I can’t completely cut ties with them in this lifetime, you know that, right?"

Even though Fu Han knew what He Xing said was true, the image of He Xing talking about Xia Guoxiong and Yi Lixing conspiring to steal corporate secrets from the He Group crossed her mind.

She pouted, her voice a mix of helplessness and defiance, "But you’ve already done enough for them over the years, would you let them bleed you dry for a lifetime?"

"Money and life are not the same thing, right?" He Xing persuaded gently, "Xiaohan, how do outsiders view the He Family? They only say that what the He Family doesn’t lack is money. If I use money to repay a debt, what do you think others will think?"

Fu Han fell silent. She felt He Xing was wrong, but at that moment, she couldn’t think of a way to refute him.

Noticing that Fu Han didn’t respond, He Xing quickly turned up the sound of the projector, "Alright, Xiaohan, didn’t you say you wanted to watch the New Year’s Eve celebration? If we don’t start watching now, we might miss the end."

The lively singing filled the room, and the people on the projector were dressed festively, singing songs appropriate for the occasion, stirring up excitement in the listener’s mood.

Fu Han glanced at the time; it was nearly the end of the year.

The simplest happiness in life is having the one before your eyes also be the one in your heart, and having that person participate in every significant moment of your life.

Although Fu Han couldn’t spend New Year’s Eve with Grandpa He this year, she felt content with He Xing by her side.

She leaned obediently against He Xing’s shoulder, watching the Spring Festival Gala with great interest; she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this satisfied.

"He Xing, it’s so nice to have you with me to celebrate New Year’s Eve," Fu Han said.

"Xiaohan, you got it wrong, it’s you who are spending New Year’s Eve with me, and that makes me feel very blessed," He Xing said as he kissed her on the cheek, his movements extra tender.

...

After hours of busy preparation, Qin Nuan finally had the New Year’s Eve dinner ready; she took off her apron while looking for her phone.

She had numerous unread messages on her phone, but sadly, not a single one was from Yi Lixing; this caused her smile to fade a bit.

Yi Lixing had previously told her not to call him unless it was important; therefore, Qin Nuan rarely initiated calls to him.

She calculated in her mind, it had been nearly three hours since Yi Lixing left. Even if he had matters to discuss, they should have finished by now, considering that He Xing also had to celebrate the New Year.

After pondering, she decided to call Yi Lixing anyway; the phone rang for a long time with no answer.

Qin Nuan’s smile faded considerably, her eyes and brows showed a trace of mild concern, though not too intense; she sat at the dining table and typed a message to Yi Lixing word by word: "The New Year’s Eve dinner is ready, please come home early to eat."

The dining table was so clean it could serve as a mirror, thanks to Qin Nuan’s cleaning; at the center of the table was a white porcelain vase with a rose Qin Nuan had picked up that morning while shopping for groceries.

The rosebud, not yet fully open, had petals red as blood, looking beautifully textured under the light.

She stared at the rose for several minutes in a daze; then, she touched her cheek, feeling its slick, oily surface, and brought her nose to her sleeve, detecting a strong smell of cooking oil.

Ever since she grew up and began studying, Qin Nuan had been particularly concerned with her appearance, never tolerating the scent of grease on her; she untied her apron and headed to her room, planning to take a shower before Yi Lixing returned, so he would find her fresh and clean.

Soon, the sound of water splashing loudly filled the room, and through the frosted glass door, one could vaguely see a curvaceous figure moving inside.

Suddenly, a loud knocking, thud thud thud, broke through the air, so loud that even the sound of the running water couldn’t drown it out.

Qin Nuan thought it was Yi Lixing returning; he often forgot his keys, and knocking was not unusual.

She quickly rinsed off the soap from her body, wrapped herself in a bath towel, and went barefoot to open the door, chiding in sweet complaint, "Why do you always leave without your keys?"

But on opening the door, she was shocked and instinctively tried to close it, yet the person outside had anticipated this, a foot already lodged in the doorway: "Qin Nuan, what’s the matter, aren’t you going to invite me in?"

Indeed, it was Xia Cheng, who had inadvertently learned of Yi Lixing being taken by the police and was oblivious to the situation; he came looking for Qin Nuan not for any particular reason other than his libido and lack of a beautiful woman at hand.

"I don’t welcome you here!" Qin Nuan pushed against the door, refusing to let Xia Cheng in; she was all too aware of the kind of men the Xia family father and son were. Given her scant attire, she knew too well what could happen should Xia Cheng get in.

"You don’t welcome me? Aren’t you curious about Yi Lixing’s whereabouts?" Xia Cheng had seen that Qin Nuan was only wearing a bathrobe as he opened the door, and almost instantly, his body reacted.