Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 614 - 615: Marry Him Tomorrow

Chapter 614: Chapter 615: Marry Him Tomorrow

After she had spoken, there was a moment when no one else said a word, only the warm breeze blew by, with a faint coolness, just like the wind that comes in springtime.

The flowers in the garden fluttered gently with the breeze, but there was no sound of wind, leaving even the most beautiful garden with scentless flowers to feel somewhat unreal to the onlookers, as if it were a false world.

Fu Han saw it clearly, the obvious signs of hurt in He Xing’s eyes; she also saw clearly the disappointment and sadness on the old man He’s face.

For a moment, Fu Han really wanted to take back what she had just said; she even thought about declaring recklessly that as long as it was He Xing, she could marry him tomorrow.

But, oh, but...

What Fu Han actually thought of was the phone call He Xing had hung up on their way back, that call from Xia Ning.

The present Fu Han no longer doubted He Xing’s love, or rather, she had stopped doubting it a long time ago; but judging by actions rather than intentions, He Xing did love her, there was no question, but beside He Xing, there was always a string of burdens, which often made Fu Han feel troubled, and that was why she was not willing to marry He Xing so soon.

Several long minutes passed, or maybe only a few seconds had gone by.

A kind smile appeared on old man He’s face, and he patted Fu Han’s shoulder in comfort, "It’s alright, you’re still young, you can have more fun for a few years, after all, you’re not the one who’s in a hurry."

"Grandpa, whose side are you on?" He Xing, who had been holding himself together, furrowed his brow upon hearing this, "Do you still want grandchildren or not?"

"Oh, so marrying me is just so you can have children?" Fu Han feigned anger; she felt relieved inside, as the topic could finally be put to rest, "He Xing, let me tell you, I’m not a sow, I don’t want to become a childbearing machine."

"No, no, that’s not what I meant," He Xing was indeed in a hurry, grabbing Fu Han’s hand in his, saying with unusual seriousness, "Xiaohan, I didn’t think like that, it was Grandpa who said it."

"You little brat!" The old man He punched He Xing’s shoulder, enraged and glaring, "I’ve truly brought you up for nothing, you’re such an ingrate, how can you sell out your grandpa like that?"

"Grandpa, go easy, it really hurts!" He Xing’s face was wrinkled in pain, suggesting that the punch was indeed forceful, or else he wouldn’t have been in such distress.

Lighthearted laughter and voices filled the Garden, complementing the sun overhead and the dreamlike flowers that surrounded them, creating scenes so beautiful that Fu Han felt they could only belong in dreams.

Fu Han had a particular habit of being picky with beds, not sleeping well in hospitals; thus, after lunch, she became drowsy and was swinging in the Garden’s swing, about to fall asleep.

"Xiaohan, go upstairs and sleep, be careful not to catch a cold," came He Xing’s gentle voice by Fu Han’s ear, almost softer than the breeze.

Fu Han felt her eyelids were heavy, she nodded but refused to budge; she truly wished she could teleport straight to her bed.

Suddenly, the world spun, and Fu Han’s feet left the ground, her sleepiness greatly diminished as she burst her eyes open, to see He Xing’s face enlarged before her.

He Xing had, in fact, picked her up in his arms.

"Put me down, I can walk by myself!" Fu Han, flustered with a flushed face, was still unaccustomed to showing such intimacy in front of others, suspecting it of being a show of affection that felt strange.

"Don’t move around, if you fall, I won’t take care of you," He Xing said, threatening Fu Han as he laughed, unfazed.

Fu Han was truly frightened and immediately clung to He Xing’s neck; only when she saw the amusement in He Xing’s eyes did she realize she had been tricked.

But He Xing had already stood up, carrying her toward the villa, and without any way to struggle free from He Xing’s embrace for fear of falling, she could only continue to hold onto his neck obediently.

As they passed through the corridor, old man He was there playing chess with Elder Zhou, and upon seeing them, he laughed, "It’s the young folks of today who know how to have fun, back in our day, we didn’t even dare hold hands when we met."

Fu Han, mortified, wished she could find a hole to crawl into; luckily, from her position, she couldn’t see Grandpa’s facial expression, so she simply buried her head in He Xing’s chest, deciding to go all in.

Many people think that He Xing’s small face must mean he’s very thin, but He Xing works out every day, and his physique is very good.

Although He Xing is not the type that’s all muscle, he does have a six-pack; also, he’s the kind where the right places have the right amount of muscle, and the places that don’t need it are lean.

In the past, Fu Han even teased him, saying He Xing’s body was better than many celebrities’ bodies.

However, three years of living abroad made Fu Han stop making such semi-meaty jokes, and even after returning to the country, when she occasionally saw He Xing’s body, she couldn’t admire it enough; she almost wished she could just find a hole to crawl into.

Now, with her head resting on He Xing’s shoulder, Fu Han distinctly felt He Xing’s broad shoulders, strong arms, and solid chest muscles.

Her face grew redder and her heartbeat faster, unconsciously imagining the night of the bridal chamber.

Isn’t that how they show it in TV dramas? On the wedding night, the groom lifts the bride’s red veil, carries her horizontally toward the bedroom.

While the typical TV drama won’t film what happens next, it leaves viewers with a lot of room for imagination, naturally filling in that what follows must be passionate, a tangled embrace until death.

The villa’s heating was turned up high, releasing He Xing’s scent.

Fu Han knew that He Xing rarely used perfume, yet there was always a kind of fragrance about him, light, a bit like the scent of shampoo or shower gel, but also mixed with a scent that matched He Xing’s temperament, the aroma of male hormones, and it smelled good.

She was already sleepy, and now lying in He Xing’s arms made her feel even more like her head was full of mush, and she only knew to stay still and rely on He Xing’s chest.

Finally, they reached Fu Han’s room, and He Xing bent down to place Fu Han on the bed while he squatted in front of her, reaching for her chest.

Fu Han, startled, slapped He Xing’s hand away, on high alert, "What are you doing?"

Instead of getting angry, He Xing burst out laughing, "I’m helping you undress, do you want to sleep with your coat on?"

"I..." Fu Han’s face turned crimson, she felt she had just lost so much face, and said huffily, "You don’t need to help, I can undress myself, I’m going to sleep now, you can leave."