Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 623 - 624: Strong Backing

Chapter 623: Chapter 624: Strong Backing

Upon closer inspection, she noticed that this entire floor had only one entrance. So it meant that the Fu Family had purchased an entire floor.

Fu Han secretly stuck out her tongue, feeling embarrassed about the negative thoughts she had about the house earlier. Indeed, it was typical of Fu Xingbo to buy an entire floor—it was quite competitive.

Soon after the doorbell rang, someone came to open the door. Seeing Bai Wei, whom she hadn’t seen in almost a month, Fu Han couldn’t help but smile warmly, "Bai Wei, hello there."

Bai Wei glanced at Fu Han and then at He Xing standing behind her. She smiled teasingly, "Oh, have you two become conjoined twins, inseparable wherever you go?"

Fu Han’s face turned red, but she still managed to catch the slip in Bai Wei’s words, "Conjoined twins? Who else is like that? You and Luo Qinghe?"

Now it was Bai Wei’s turn to blush. She shook off Fu Han’s hand and said annoyedly, "Why are you like this? Here I was, thinking you were a good person. It seems I was mistaken."

Bai Wei’s voice carried from a distance, "Bai Wei, what’s going on? Why aren’t you letting Xiaohan in? What are you doing blocking the door?"

As Bai Wei spoke, she already came over, opened the shoe cabinet at the door, and took out two pairs of cotton slippers, placing them on the doormat, "These are for you, new and unworn. Change into them and come on in; it’s cold outside."

Fu Han looked down at the slippers; her pair was pink, and each had the embroidered character "Han" at the back. He Xing’s pair was in light blue with a "Xing" on them. Bai Wei and Bai Qian also had pink slippers, one embroidered with "Wei," and the other with "Qian."

She thought the design was quite clever since everyone was roughly the same height, and their shoe sizes were similar. Without a marker, it would be easy to mix up the slippers. She could not tolerate wearing someone else’s shoes, nor could she bear to wear shoes someone else had worn.

After changing into their slippers, they went inside.

If they were merely astonished by the Fu Family buying an entire floor outside, stepping in made Fu Han feel like she had entered a gigantic exhibition hall.

The first thought Fu Han had about the house was that it was large, with a living room half the size of a soccer field, complete with genuine leather sofas, an oval coffee table, bonsai, display cabinets for collectibles, wine cabinets, and all of them were particularly large.

What was most exaggerated was the swing installed in the living room, right in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. When Fu Han saw it, she couldn’t help but think to herself that swinging here required quite a high tolerance for adrenaline, as each forward swing felt like flying out the window.

Seeing Fu Han take a tour on the ground floor, Bai Qian reached out, took her hand with a smile, "Your room is upstairs; let me show you."

"There’s an upstairs?" Fu Han was shocked. She had always thought buying one floor was extravagant enough, never expecting the Fu Family to have bought two.

The spiral staircase in the corner was not very conspicuous and had been decorated so that at first glance, it looked like a fan-shaped shelving unit in the living room. She really hadn’t expected it to be a staircase.

Reaching the second floor, there was a gym with all sorts of fitness equipment, and on the other side were three tightly closed doors.

Bai Qian opened the door to the room on the far right and proudly said to Fu Han, "Here is your room; do you like it?"

The room had been turned into a suite, with what looked like a reception room at the entrance. There was a fabric sofa that could accommodate five people, and the match of pale green with black and white lines looked very stylish.

The wallpaper was the same color scheme, aqua-green with dandelions drifting in the wind, which Fu Han also liked.

Through a white porcelain door was Fu Han’s bedroom. The overall theme was light pink, but the wallpaper was that kind of pink with black and white checks mixed with white, which instantly gave the pink a more sophisticated feel.

Just like her study room in M Country, her bedroom here was arranged with extra coziness—there was a floor-to-ceiling window, a spacious restroom, and a reception room. It was simply the kind of one-bedroom apartment that a single young woman would love.

Fu Han felt that such elaborate decor was really too much trouble, and she looked apologetically at Bai Qian, "Auntie, you didn’t have to decorate my room so nicely. I might not stay here very often."

Her plan was to stay with Nan Qing in Huating No. 1. They would be more comfortable there, as they were friends of a similar age with no elders to restrict them, free to do as they wished.

"Who says that? This room is yours, it always will be yours, and you can stay here whenever you want," Bai Qian said emphatically as she tidied Fu Han’s slightly disheveled hair.

Moved, Fu Han had some words she wanted to say but dared not, fearing it would upset everyone. She cleared her throat and decided to change the subject, "Thank you, Auntie. I understand."

Regrettably, before she could change the topic, Bai Qian continued, looking earnestly at Fu Han, "Xiaohan, I’ve been a girl myself. Although your uncle and I are very loving, we’ve had our quarrels too. When we fought, I always thought, why did I go to M Country? If I were in our home country with my parents around, couldn’t I just go back to my parents’ home?"

Fu Han already had an inkling of what she was going to say and took Bai Qian’s hand, attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere, "But Auntie, I’ve never seen you and uncle argue."

"Of course you haven’t," Bai Qian laughed lightly, her gaze filled with warmth as she looked at Fu Han, "Your uncle and I do have a good relationship. We may argue at the head of the bed but reconcile at the foot of the bed. Plus, at our age, it wouldn’t look good to quarrel in front of the younger ones—it’s quite embarrassing."

Her words managed to make Fu Han burst into laughter, covering her mouth as she giggled uncontrollably.

Bai Qian spoke up again, "Xiaohan, I know you and He Xing have a great relationship, but even the best relationships have their arguments. We hurried to finish decorating this place because we thought, if you or Bai Wei ever feel wronged, you should have a place to cry."

Fu Han saw Bai Qian’s eyes redden as she spoke, and she also felt a sourness in her nose, so she turned her head away, not wanting to keep looking at Bai Qian.

Bai Wei then deftly slipped a small key into Fu Han’s hand, her smile enigmatic, "Fu Han, this is the key to your room. The main door’s key is your six-digit birthday, so you won’t get confused."

"Okay, thank you, Auntie," Fu Han replied, unmistakably sniffling as she spoke.

On the verge of tears, Bai Qian blinked hard to hold them back, "Your uncle and I’s greatest wish is to be your strong support for a lifetime."