Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 602 - 603: The Painting on the Wall

Chapter 602: Chapter 603: The Painting on the Wall

He spent the better part of a year incorporating everything related to Taozi into this bar, but it seemed like no one ever noticed what he painted on the walls—everyone who came to the bar was preoccupied with how crowded it was, whether there were many beauties around, and whether the drinks were good or not.

Today, Ji Liangchuan opened all the windows and doors, making the space exceptionally bright.

The yearning he had deeply buried in his heart could finally be exposed to the sunlight.

It turned out the walls were covered with oil paintings, one after another, depicting a girl whose every smile and frown was exquisitely beautiful. Upon closer inspection, her features indeed bore a strong resemblance to Fu Han.

But there were differences too; the woman in the oil paintings had that gentle demeanor unique to the water towns of Jiangnan, a tenderness that indicated at first glance she was destined to be a good wife and mother.

By contrast, Fu Han’s features were more rhythmic; she could be tenacious like a small plant struggling to survive in the storm, playful like a butterfly flitting through flowers, or aloof like a celestial fairy beyond reach.

As Ji Liangchuan stared at the wall at the girlfriend he had depicted stroke by stroke, he felt as if he was worlds away, as if something had changed, yet everything remained the same; the person before him was so familiar, yet so foreign.

He stood motionless, gazing for nearly half an hour before whispering, "Taozi, why haven’t you come into my dreams after all this time? Don’t you know I miss you so much?"

Those words were faint, barely there—dispersing into the air without a breeze.

A sorrowful expression emerged on Ji Liangchuan’s face, his eyes fixated on the paintings on the wall, filled with endless longing: "Taozi, I’m sorry, I’ve tried, but I can’t forget you like you told me to; but now it’s okay, I’ve met a girl who looks a lot like you, I can marry her, and I will be good to her, making up for all the regrets I have with you."

Ji Liangchuan bent down briefly; it turned out he had placed many painting tools at his feet, and there was a ladder already set up by the wall.

He climbed the ladder, holding a palette in one hand and stabilizing himself with the other, beginning to make changes to the mural.

Under Ji Liangchuan’s touches, the face of the woman on the wall began to change—the gentleness in her features faded, being replaced with some of the resilience that often graced Fu Han’s face.

A few days earlier, Ji Liangchuan had a drinking competition with He Xing, and surprisingly, as a bar owner, he lost. He bled from his stomach and had to be rushed to the hospital.

Their drinking bout made small waves in their circle.

Yet, no one knew the real reason they drank so desperately, perhaps because neither He Xing nor Ji Liangchuan had publicly disclosed the cause for their duel.

When Ji Liangchuan awoke in the hospital, he was humiliated, unwilling to accept defeat—giving up had never crossed his mind since he went into the competition believing in victory.

Moreover, Xia Ning had sent Ji Liangchuan a video of He Xing drunk.

With this in his possession, Ji Liangchuan could shamelessly claim that He Xing was also drunk that day, and they tied. It’s likely no one would say much about it.

So, after being discharged from the hospital, Ji Liangchuan immediately went ahead with organizing a fireworks show. The only surprise was, he had initially secured connections to set off fireworks outside the He Family’s villa, to propose to Fu Han in person and confront He Xing; but he didn’t expect Fu Han to end up hospitalized with injuries.

Hence, he changed his plans at the last minute. He found out the location of Fu Han’s ward and deliberately chose to set off the fireworks right in front of it; and to make sure nothing went wrong, he even enlisted the help of a nurse.

In fact, even if Fu Han hadn’t seen the fireworks that day, there was a nurse assigned to remind her to watch them.

There were not so many coincidences; everything had been planned well in advance, all for Ji Liangchuan’s grand yet unrequited marriage proposal.

When the fireworks display started, a photographer who was ready and waiting took pictures of all the scenes and immediately posted them online, letting everyone see them.

Ji Liangchuan was well aware of what he wanted to do—he wanted the whole world to know that he intended to marry Fu Han, and whether Fu Han agreed or not was still premature.

After busying himself for several hours, he finally completed the transformation of all the paintings on the walls, turning every image of Taozi into Fu Han’s likeness.

But the Fu Han he painted always gave off a strange feeling, the images depicting her frowning carried an awkward rejection, while the smiling ones bore a somewhat world-weary air.

If Fu Han herself were here, she would instantly see the root of the problem; Ji Liangchuan had failed to capture her true essence, and most of his images were based on his subjective assumptions.

To be precise, Ji Liangchuan’s impression of Fu Han stemmed more from his subjective interpretation than from the real Fu Han; one might even say that none of the Fu Hans he painted were really her.

Nevertheless, Ji Liangchuan was satisfied with his work. After having the bar cleaned up, he took pictures with a DSLR, capturing every painted image.

The proposal from yesterday was just the beginning; today, he painted a roomful of images for Fu Han as his next step. As for what to do next, he would plan it freely.

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Fu Han had just finished her IV drip. After pulling out the needle, she got up and headed towards the wardrobe at the entrance. She and He Xing had agreed to go out for a walk and have lunch outside after her drip. The doctor had already given his consent.

She carried the clothes she had picked out to the restroom. No sooner had she closed the door than she heard He Xing’s phone ring.

The restroom door was not soundproof, but since Fu Han disliked eavesdropping on others’ phone calls, she simply went on changing without paying any attention to what He Xing was saying.

A few minutes later, Fu Han emerged from the restroom all dressed, smiling at He Xing, "All set, we can go. I feel like having coconut chicken today, I wonder if it’s available."

She took a couple of steps before realizing that He Xing wasn’t following. She turned back, puzzled, and looked at him, "What’s wrong? Did something happen?"

He Xing’s face looked troubled. He cleared his throat unnaturally and said, "Well, Xiaohan, I’ll order coconut chicken for you through delivery. I must get back home... something came up unexpectedly at home, I need to go back for a bit."

"Ah, what happened? How is Grandpa?" The color drained from Fu Han’s face instantly; her heart began to race as she searched for her phone while saying, "I’ll go back with you to check on Grandpa."