Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 619 - 620: Sweet Vacation

Chapter 619: Chapter 620: Sweet Vacation

Every time it came to this, Fu Han would wonder if the person standing before her was really who they appeared to be—was it truly He Xing?

The He Xing of the past would have never uttered such words, not even slightly gentle ones, let alone so blatantly shameless now. It seemed he had reached new heights in his trickery.

Although it wasn’t to the point of being peerless in his attitude, Fu Han found it unforgettable at the very least.

Even though Fu Han wasn’t as adept at playing dirty as He Xing, she remained steadfast in her own principles. No matter how alluring He Xing’s words, her stance was unwavering: marriage was possible, but definitely not now.

In the end, neither could persuade the other. Dragging their feet, the Spring Festival holiday thus came to an end.

However, although they didn’t come to an agreement about marriage, at least they spent an exceptionally clingy Spring Festival together—to the point where even Old Master He couldn’t stand to watch.

They would sleep in every day until it was almost lunchtime when they woke up. After lunch, Fu Han would either go out with her camera to capture scenes or sunbathe in the garden.

Whenever Fu Han did this, He Xing would become her tag-along. Wherever she went, he followed; if she sat down, he made sure to sit right next to her. In short, he was determined not to be apart from her.

Initially, Old Master He admired He Xing’s clinginess, but eventually, he couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Each time He Xing acted like a tag-along, the old man would tactfully switch locations with Old Zhou to play chess or drink tea elsewhere, far from their presence.

Today marked the last day of the Spring Festival holiday, as well as the day Fu Han would leave Lanwan Mountain Villa to stay at Huating No. 1.

Truth be told, Fu Han had grown accustomed to the conjoined days she shared with He Xing and was actually somewhat reluctant to leave the He family.

But there was no helping it. Nan Qing, like clockwork, reminded Fu Han to return to Huating No. 1 with the regularity of three meals a day. She also tempted Fu Han with various delicious foods, promising to cook for her upon her return to Huating No. 1.

Indeed, Nan Qing hadn’t been idle over her Spring Festival holiday. She had been learning how to cook with the family chef at home.

Passion is the best teacher, and although it had only been for a short seven days, due to Nan Qing’s diligent learning day and night, her cooking had reached the point where it was quite presentable.

Having never tasted Nan Qing’s cooking, Fu Han could only judge from the increasingly appetizing appearance that Nan Qing’s culinary skills were getting better, and Nan Qing herself was bursting with confidence, always praising her own achievements. It made Fu Han go from initially doubting her cooking skills to now looking forward to them.

When Fu Han opened her eyes today, as usual, she woke up in He Xing’s arms.

Unlike before, where Fu Han would normally wake up before He Xing did, today she opened her eyes to fall into a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars.

With such close proximity between them, Fu Han clearly felt the breath exhaled from He Xing, causing her face to immediately blush.

Fu Han blushed easily. In spite of waking up next to He Xing every day for some time, she still blushed every time she saw him.

"What’s wrong, have a fever?" He Xing asked with his mouth, though his face showed none of the concern his words suggested; instead, he deliberately touched Fu Han’s cheek and leaned in closer.

Just as He Xing’s lips were about to touch Fu Han’s, she covered her mouth with her hand and murmured drowsily, "Don’t kiss, I haven’t brushed my teeth."

"I don’t mind." He Xing moved his hand and easily pried Fu Han’s hand away.

Gentle morning kisses rained down intensely as if a shower of petals surrounded her, Fu Han thought as she closed her eyes.

If it hadn’t been for her inability to breathe, that long kiss might have never ended.

Unsurprisingly, by the time they both got ready and went downstairs, the kitchen was filled with the rich aroma of food—it was almost lunchtime.

Lunch started soon, as always, rich and made up entirely of dishes that Fu Han liked.

Regarding this, Fu Han felt a bit embarrassed. She was a picky eater, perhaps even more so than the average person. There were very few dishes she liked and many she disliked; moreover, she was stubborn to the core—if she didn’t like a dish, no matter how much you forced her, she would absolutely refuse to take a single bite.

But on the flip side, she wasn’t particularly fussy with food she did like; even if they weren’t prepared very well, she would still be willing to eat them.

In contrast, food was merely a necessity to fill their stomachs for Old Master He and He Xing, without any other significance.

So, whenever Fu Han was at home, the chef only needed to cater to her palate; and when she wasn’t around, the dishes prepared by the chef were mainly about the flavor.

Old Master He sat at the head of the table as usual, with Fu Han and He Xing sitting opposite each other. Following Old Master He’s command, Old Zhou took a seat at the end of the table.

With a table full of delicious food, Fu Han’s stomach cooperatively rumbled loudly.

Old Master He looked at Fu Han with affection and chuckled, then gave the order, "Everyone, start eating," and served Fu Han a piece of her favorite salt and pepper fish fillet.

The rules at the He family were strict. No one could touch their chopsticks until an elder said to start eating, there was no scrambling for dishes in the dishware; you had to eat whatever you picked up. Moreover, there was no talking during meals; if you wanted to speak, you had to finish the food in your mouth first.

"Thank you, Grandpa," Fu Han sweetly replied. She bit into the fish fillet, finding it delightfully crispy on the outside and tender inside—just the way she liked it. She enjoyed her meal with particular zeal.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw He Xing watching her, and the lingering kiss from earlier flashed through her mind.

Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly served He Xing a piece of fish fillet, chiding him softly, "Eat your meal, don’t look around when eating."

He Xing chuckled, but he said nothing, obediently taking small bites of the fish fillet.

Before long, the chef brought out the freshly made chicken soup. Old Master He put down his chopsticks and asked nonchalantly, "Is everything prepared for the lady ready?"

"Master, rest assured, everything has been sorted out. When the lady leaves later, she can just take them with her," the chef replied promptly, with a sincere smile on her honest face.

"Well, that’s good," Old Master He nodded.

Fu Han listened, utterly confused. With innocent eyes, she looked toward Old Master He, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? I don’t understand a single word you’re saying."