Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 613 - 614: Proposing Again

Chapter 613: Chapter 614: Proposing Again

"I really like it." Fu Han smiled and leaned her head on He Xing’s shoulder, her smile particularly radiant, "I’m very happy to receive this gift."

"Then..." a blush flashed across He Xing’s face as he coughed unnaturally, "How about I take some photos for you?"

Fu Han looked at He Xing with some surprise; the He Xing of the past would definitely not have said such a thing.

A blush passed fleetingly across He Xing’s face; he coughed awkwardly, trying to sound natural as he said, "You always used to ask me to take photos for you, and I was impatient. But I’ve come to realize that time flies, and I should take more nice photos of you, so that later, when we... when we’re both old, we can sit under the grape vines and remember how we looked when we were young."

Hearing He Xing’s words made Fu Han’s heart soften; he remembered everything.

The sun was warm today, the sunshine splendid. Although it was winter, it was as warm as spring, especially with the garden full of flowers that made it seem like a fairy’s backyard.

He Xing did great today; to take photos of Fu Han, he even went upstairs specifically to get her SLR camera. Under He Xing’s doting gaze, Fu Han also took out her makeup bag to touch up her makeup.

What’s the best kind of affection?

A thousand people might have a thousand answers, but Fu Han’s answer is that when they are together, they can be immature, they can be childish; they can even do things that others find illogical.

Today, that’s exactly what they were like—two people in their twenties, acting like children, taking photos all over the garden. The poses didn’t matter as long as they were happy with their smiles.

Upon hearing the commotion, old Master He asked Lao Zhou to move a chair onto the corridor for him to sit and sunbathe while watching He Xing and Fu Han busy in the garden.

At one point, Fu Han pulled him to join their photo-taking, and Lao Zhou used Fu Han’s SLR camera to take many pictures of them.

Old Master He originally came out to watch the fun, but in the end, he joined in too, and his mood improved greatly.

After messing around in the garden for the better part of the day, it was not until the servants came to remind them that it was time for lunch that they realized their stomachs had started growling at some unknown point.

Old Master He waved his hand authoritatively, instructing Lao Zhou to fit the glass wind guards onto the Octagonal Gaze Pavilion, and they decided to eat their meal right there in the pavilion, surrounded by real and fake blossoms.

Before Fu Han had finished a bowl of rice, old Master He suddenly asked, "Fu Han, do you like our garden as it is now?"

"I like it." Fu Han stuck out her tongue and smiled endearingly, "Although most of the flowers here are fake, I think fake flowers can be pretty too."

Old Master He was amused by Fu Han and smiled, giving He Xing a meaningful look before turning back to Fu Han, "Don’t be fooled by its beauty; He Xing actually put a lot of thought into it. Those roses were specially flown in by chartered plane from F Country, arriving this morning."

"Over there..." old Master He pointed at the morning glory flowers not far from them and said, "You won’t find blooming morning glories this season, so He Xing had someone specially make these fake ones. Don’t think these flowers are simple; actually, they’re hand-crafted replicas of the entire plant. I think it’s quite a hassle, but He Xing said you like them, so he insisted on having them. I don’t understand young people’s affairs, but this is called romance, isn’t it?"

Fu Han’s face had turned red the moment old Master He started talking, but she remembered every word he said.

No matter the outcome, the effort is what’s most important; what’s more, Fu Han truly liked the gift He Xing had given her.

Compared to the fleeting fireworks, He Xing had given her a spring season. Yes, she felt He Xing bestowed spring upon her, bringing a beautiful spring right before her eyes.

She cherished the garden of the moment but even more, she cherished He Xing’s thoughtfulness.

Fu Han held He Xing’s hand of her own accord, and she confidently told old Master He, "Exactly, Grandpa, that’s what romance is, the romance He Xing has given me."

If He Xing had any worries that his performance today wasn’t good enough, those concerns now vanished completely.

He patted the back of Fu Han’s hand, then slowly rose to one knee before her, conjuring a ring box from his pocket like magic, "Xiaohan, this is a pink diamond ring I went abroad to buy especially for you. Would you marry me?"

Fu Han never dreamed He Xing would propose here; no, to be precise, she never expected He Xing would propose again, as she felt marrying He Xing was something destined to happen.

She looked at the pink diamond, resting quietly in the ring box, about the size of her little finger’s nail. The shape of this pink diamond was somewhat similar to the yellow diamond ring He Xing had used to propose last time, both in the shape of a lotus, just differing in contours.

"Why are you proposing again?" Fu Han, suddenly playful, did not directly answer He Xing’s question. Instead, she watched him with a mischievous smile, sly as a little fox scampering through the snow.

Looking at Fu Han like this, He Xing’s heart melted completely, "Xiaohan, I want to marry you sooner, but suddenly talking about marriage doesn’t seem quite right, so I made this ring especially for you, hoping... hoping you would marry me soon."

"Okay." Fu Han agreed without any hesitation, all she had was a sweet smile, "I wouldn’t marry anyone else except you, anyway."

Old Master He, perhaps not expecting everything to go so smoothly, composed himself and watched Fu Han with a beaming smile, "Then let’s get married, the sooner the better."

Before Fu Han could speak, old Master He took the lead, "Lao Zhou, go find a master to calculate when would be a good time for them to get married."

Lao Zhou agreed with a loud voice and trotted off.

Fu Han wanted to call him back but it was already too late. She could only flush red and say to old Master He, "Grandpa, I... I don’t remember, let’s just eat... eat our meal."

"Some are in a hurry even if you are not," old Master He chuckled, unabashedly pointing at He Xing, "If you don’t marry He Xing soon, I’m afraid the tight string he’s on is going to snap."

He Xing’s face turned red, but rather than argue with old Master He, he just looked at Fu Han with an extra touch of fondness, quite unlike his usual self.

Fu Han, her hand still under the table, gave He Xing’s arm a squeeze. She then addressed old Master He with an exceptionally sweet smile, "Grandpa, I think there’s no rush with the marriage. We couldn’t get married last time because everything was too hurried. This time we should be more cautious, deal with all the things we need to, and then consider marriage."