Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 612 - 613: Necklace Hidden in the Mountains

Chapter 612: Chapter 613: Necklace Hidden in the Mountains

Lanwan was, as always, like a hidden treasure within City A. From a distance, you could see lush greenery surrounding clusters of ivory villas.

Here lay the true castles in the air, boasting beautiful scenery and air that was much better than at the foot of the mountain, truly fresh and crisp.

As the He Family’s villa drew nearer, Fu Han’s sense of returning home intensified. Her eyes roamed curiously through the car window.

This was where Fu Han had grown up, where all her memories related to home took place. She loved it here as if it were fated.

The winding mountain road was like a jade ribbon wrapped around Lanwan Mountain, perfectly hidden among the trees from a distance, and feeling like a coiled necklace up close.

One after another, the trees were left far behind, and the He Family’s villa was now right in front of them.

Fu Han turned to look at He Xing, who, sensing her gaze, also turned to look at her. Their eyes met in mid-air, as if something had changed between them, accompanied by the faint sizzle of electricity.

For some reason, the two of them were as shy as a new couple, nervously avoiding each other’s gaze.

Fu Han felt her face burning. She rolled down the car window, and a cool breeze came through, seemingly carrying the sweet scent of candy.

The gate to the He Family’s villa was already open, and without pausing for even a second, He Xing drove straight into the garage.

He got out of the car first and jogged to the passenger side, opening the door for Fu Han with extra courtesy.

Fu Han’s smile deepened, "Since when have you become so considerate?"

"Then I’ll keep improving," He Xing replied unabashed, going with the flow, "Next time, just sit in the car and wait for me to open the door for you."

Fu Han smiled. After getting out of the car, she took the initiative to hold He Xing’s hand, "I wonder what grandpa is doing. I really miss him."

Chatting and laughing, they walked out of the garage. Fu Han keenly felt that He Xing’s palm was sweaty. She glanced at him, puzzled at what he could be nervous about.

Her question was soon answered when they rounded a corner to enter the He Family’s garden, which should have been wilted, but was instead bursting with blooms, rivaling even the most splendid spring day.

The staff standing at the entrance to the garden were astounded by Fu Han’s reaction; she was unsure if she had wandered into the wrong place or stumbled into a secret garden by chance.

Fresh flowers were everywhere in the garden: pink, dark red, yellow, and blue roses. There were lilies, gardenias, and peonies, every bloom radiant and gently swaying in the breeze.

On the left side of the courtyard was a small pond with pale pink and rose-pink lotuses, stunning against the green leaves, captivating one’s gaze.

And in the center of the yard, where grapevines once grew, now there were swathes of pale blue morning glories, like little trumpets hidden among the green leaves.

Excited, Fu Han turned to He Xing, "How... How did you do this? Are they real flowers or fake?"

He Xing had been worried that Fu Han might find his gesture too extravagant and not to her liking, but seeing the smile on her face and the sparkle in her eyes, he felt all his efforts were worth it.

He tightened his grasp on Fu Han’s hand, and despite the joy swelling in his heart, he feigned nonchalance, "Some are real, some are fake. The roses are real; the others are not."

A breeze blew by, and Fu Han realized that although there were flowers everywhere in the garden, she couldn’t smell their fragrance.

Roses don’t have a scent, and while other types of flowers would be fragrant if real, fake ones just...

Even if they were fake, the display was still stunning.

The entire yard was filled with artificial flowers, but there was no sense of falsehood to them. On the contrary, they looked incredibly realistic, indistinguishable from real flowers, with no visible signs of human assembly.

"It’s so beautiful; I love it so much," Fu Han beamed, her eyes curving like crescents, radiant as the moon, "This is the best Spring Festival gift I’ve ever received."

He Xing finally relaxed, wrapping his arms around Fu Han’s waist and leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Do you like it more than the fireworks show?"

His breath on Fu Han’s neck was warm, turning her cheeks and neck red with a blush as if ignited by sparks.

Subtly shifting, Fu Han tentatively tried to wriggle out of He Xing’s embrace. She wasn’t actually trying to escape, and He Xing was prepared.

Thus, Fu Han not only failed to "get her way," but was instead pulled tightly into He Xing’s arms, accidentally brushing her forehead against his chin in the process.

His chin had a circle of fine stubble, light and unobtrusive, but it gave Fu Han an unusual sensation. She swallowed hard, her eyes dodging He Xing’s gaze in flustered confusion.

It wasn’t until He Xing pinched her waist that she remembered she hadn’t answered his question.

Thanks to his pinch, which pulled her wandering thoughts back, she put on a sly smile and playfully asked, "Does that mean if Ji Liangchuan hadn’t prepared a fireworks show, you wouldn’t have given me this gift?"

Caught off guard by the question, He Xing was momentarily stunned, but quickly put on a smile, "My preparation for this has nothing to do with Ji Liangchuan. I just wanted to make you happy."

Without a doubt, it was a perfect answer, but somehow, Fu Han felt an odd sense of deflation, her joy diminishing somewhat.

Still, she smiled, batting her eyelashes playfully, "If you want the truth, I think both the fireworks show and this artificial garden are beautiful. It’s just that I didn’t like what Ji Liangchuan did at the fireworks show."

Once again, He Xing’s smile faltered. This wasn’t the response he was hoping for; he had expected Fu Han to prefer his garden over the fireworks. However, Fu Han didn’t play along with his expectations, making him slightly uncomfortable—especially since her question had been so surprisingly pointed.

But no matter, He Xing thought, as long as Fu Han liked what he did, that was what counted. He touched her nose with a finger, "As long as you like it, that’s all that matters. I had bought fireworks and stored them away earlier, but we had to postpone due to you being in the hospital, so I prepared this garden surprise for you instead."