Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 624 - 625: This is Our Home

Chapter 624: Chapter 625: This is Our Home

The words delivered a shock to Fu Han that was far stronger than ever before, or rather, they endowed her with tremendous energy, making her feel no longer like a weed in a raging storm but rather beneath a bright, sunny meadow.

Bai Qian took Fu Han upstairs, and that’s when Fu Han realized that the Fu Family had bought a duplex that came with a top floor for free rein in remodeling.

As soon as they ascended, they were met with the warmth of the sun, and for the first time, Fu Han truly felt that spring was coming soon; the cold was noticeably less severe than before.

"Auntie, your Garden looks so beautiful," Fu Han said, eyes sparkling with delight. She truly loved it here, having fallen for it at first sight.

"It’s ’our’ Garden," Bai Qian said, patting Fu Han’s shoulder with an especially tender smile, "We’re a family. This is also your home, so you can’t say what you just said anymore, okay?"

Fu Han stuck out her tongue and obediently replied, "Okay, I got it, I won’t say it like that next time."

"That’s a good girl." Just like soothing a child, Bai Qian gently stroked Fu Han’s head, smiling with exceptional warmth: "Xiaohan, though we share no blood relation, I took a liking to you the moment I saw you. Later, when I found out you were actually my niece, it only made me cherish you as much as Bai Wei in my heart."

Fu Han could tell Bai Qian meant every word, and it moved her greatly.

For the first time, she took the initiative to hug Bai Qian: "Auntie, you are like a mother in my heart as well, the two kindest women in this world to me are you and mom."

"Good child," Bai Qian said, patting Fu Han’s back, her voice brimming with gentleness.

Fu Han’s heart melted, and she leaned on Bai Qian’s shoulder, basking in the gentle embrace of the sunlight. For a moment, she felt transported back to her childhood, remembering her mother holding her in the same way.

Suddenly, a light cough sounded. Fu Han and Bai Qian turned around to see He Xing at the entrance to the rooftop, his eyes exceptionally bright against the backlight.

"You kid, how come you didn’t make a sound when you came up?" Bai Qian laughed upon seeing He Xing and patted Fu Han’s shoulder, "Why don’t you take He Xing for a tour around our house?"

"Sure," Fu Han replied, her smile radiantly happy, her beautiful face full of life, almost outshining the sun itself.

Bai Qian walked toward the staircase, and as she passed by He Xing, she playfully punched him in the arm: "Don’t you dare bully Xiaohan, or else I’ll deal with you."

"As if I would dare to bully her," He Xing looked past Bai Qian towards Fu Han, his eyes rippling with warmth, "She’s the treasure I hold in the palm of my hand."

Fu Han could feel her heartbeat quickening, throbbing in her chest like the pounding of drums, as if in the next second it might leap out of her throat.

She couldn’t recall when Bai Qian had left. She only knew she stood there foolishly, staring unblinkingly at He Xing as he approached step by step.

Stopping in front of her, He Xing reached out to touch her head, smiling with exceptional warmth, "Xiaohan, what are you thinking about?"

That question immediately snapped Fu Han back to reality. Her face turned a deep red; while averting He Xing’s gaze, she protested, "I wasn’t thinking anything, and don’t look at me with those eyes again."

Expecting a retort from He Xing, she was taken aback to see him obediently nod, then casually take her hand, "Alright, whatever you say goes. I remember everything."

Hand in hand, the two began to stroll through the Fu Family’s rooftop Garden.

The rooftop was evidently well-planned, with a designated area for a swimming pool. Although not as large as a standard pool, it was spacious enough for around ten people.

The other half of the rooftop was filled with many plants. Although it wasn’t springtime yet for blossoms, the greenery was lush and pleasant to the eye.

To Fu Han’s surprise, there was even a small vegetable patch where, amid the soil, a few lonely cabbages stood, nothing else in sight.

She thought she was seeing things and bent down to touch them, only to realize they were, indeed, real. This amused He Xing, who teased that she could pluck one to cook and eat.

...

This was Bai Wei’s first visit to the house, though she had arrived a few hours ahead of Fu Han and had already thoroughly explored the place.

The evening meal wasn’t ready yet; outside, the sky was darkening rapidly, and the sunset was slowly disappearing into the distance, with only a few final streaks of light shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She shifted slightly, finding a more comfortable position leaning against Luo Qinghe. Before them stood a television set, playing a youthful campus film.

After a prolonged sigh, Bai Wei said with a touch of helplessness, "I really can’t understand movies anymore. Why do these youthful angst films seem to require either abortions or sexual relationships?"

"You have to look at it this way," Luo Qinghe said, his arm nonchalantly wrapped around Bai Wei’s waist, his face with a hint of stubble, looking mischievous yet handsome, "If movies just depicted the average life, what would be the point? People enjoy films with plots full of ups and downs."

"Still..." Bai Wei, rarely questioning Luo Qinghe, sat up straight and looked at him seriously: "But audiences aren’t fools. If a movie can’t resonate with viewers and instead relies on exaggerated, improbable storylines to succeed, I don’t think such a film can be called a good work."

Luo Qinghe too sat up, his expression unusually serious: "Art imitates life, and the charm of art lies in magnifying the minutiae of daily existence. A good piece of art has value to offer. Those magnified details are precisely the points it wishes to express."

"Alright, I admit you’re right," Bai Wei tilted her head, smiling brilliantly, "But I still think I don’t like this kind of clichéd, painful literature of youth."

"Coincidentally, I don’t like it either," Luo Qinghe also smiled, naturally giving Bai Wei a way out of the debate.

Bai Wei reclined against Luo Qinghe again, then, recalling something, she looked up at him, "Did you know, Nan Qing had an incident a few days ago; she had a miscarriage."

"I didn’t know," Luo Qinghe’s expression shifted subtly, and he leaned back slightly, creating distance between them: "I’m only finding out now that she was pregnant."

"Didn’t I tell you?" Bai Wei frowned in surprise, sounding a bit distressed, "Nan Qing hurried back from abroad because she was pregnant and needed to prepare for the wedding."