Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 625 - 626: The Lion with Spiked Hair

Chapter 625: Chapter 626: The Lion with Spiked Hair

"How do you know that?" Luo Qinghe frowned as he looked at Bai Wei. "I never knew the two of you were so close."

Bai Wei was about to say something, but Luo Qinghe’s tone had angered her, and she became like a lion with bristled fur, her face full of rage as she said, "What do you mean by that? Do you think I’ve been prying into other people’s business, wanting to see Nan Qing’s misfortune?"

"I didn’t mean that." Luo Qinghe realized that his words were not quite appropriate, and he quickly tried to explain, "I think pregnancy is a very private matter, and given the relationship between the two of you, she shouldn’t have told you."

"Why wouldn’t she tell me about it, given our relationship?" Bai Wei moved slightly away, putting an arm’s length between her and Luo Qinghe, her voice laced with irritation. "Is it not just because you used to really like Nan Qing, so you assume I could never be friends with her?"

"That’s not something I brought up." Luo Qinghe’s face fell, and his tone was no longer as pleasant as before. He said irritably, "I did like Nan Qing before, and even now, I hope Nan Qing can have her own wonderful life. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Of course, there’s nothing wrong with that, since you like her so much, right?" Bai Wei barked out a laugh in extreme anger. She snorted derisively, "You surely have something on your mind that you haven’t said, don’t you? Deep down, what you’re really hoping for is that Nan Qing’s happiness comes from you, right?"

"Bai Wei, can you stop being so unreasonable?" Luo Qinghe raised his voice by several decibels, his expression blank as he looked at Bai Wei as if she were a stranger. "I beg you to come to your senses. I did like Nan Qing in the past, but all of that is over. Just because Nan Qing doesn’t like me, should I then hope she doesn’t have a good life?"

"I didn’t say that." Bai Wei’s confidence deflated, mainly because she herself felt somewhat guilty. She hadn’t meant to express that, but once the words left her mouth, they seemed uncontrollable.

Luo Qinghe was clearly still angry on the other end, and it looked like he had more to say, but in the end, he managed to hold back without uttering a word, his face darkening nevertheless.

In front of Luo Qinghe, Bai Wei had always tried to maintain a humble posture, suppressing the dissatisfaction in her heart. She slowly reached out to take Luo Qinghe’s hand, her voice softening as she said, "Qinghe, don’t be angry. Can we stop talking about this?"

The sky outside the window had completely darkened, and it was pitch-black beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass. The night was the best cover, making it feel as if something was lurking in the darkness, watching them with ill intent.

Luo Qinghe’s gaze was as dark as ink upon Bai Wei, telling himself not to escalate matters. However, when he saw Bai Wei’s cautious demeanor, he felt as if his heart were trapped in a cage, heavy and struggling for breath.

He managed to restrain his emotions, but abruptly brushed off Bai Wei’s hand, his voice tinged with impatience. "Bai Wei, can you not do this every time? You can stand up to me with your points, you don’t always have to appease me. You’re an independent person with your thoughts; you’re not anyone’s accessory, you know that?"

"What... what are you saying?" Bai Wei stared at Luo Qinghe with wide eyes, hiding her hand that he had slapped away behind her back, and asked him in as calm a voice as possible. However, anyone could hear the tremble in her voice.

Luo Qinghe turned his head away, his expression extremely cold and chillingly frosty. "Bai Wei, what I mean is, even if we’re married, we should still maintain our individuality. But you..."

Here he sighed deeply, a sigh filled with utter helplessness. "But Bai Wei, can’t you see that you act differently around me than you do around others?"

Tears had started to gather in Bai Wei’s eyes. In order not to let them fall, she kept her eyes wide open. "What’s different? I haven’t noticed."

"Bai Wei, would you stop playing dumb?" Fu Xingbo’s voice grew a little louder, and his tone more severe than before. "In front of others, you say whatever you want, without a care, speaking your mind freely, so lively; but when you speak to me, you’re always worried you’ll say something that will anger me, so you keep all you want to say hidden inside. I don’t like this—you guessing my thoughts, and I guessing yours. Aren’t you tired? I am."

"So that’s it." Bai Wei nodded, tears brimming in her eyes, yet her face was masked with a broad smile.

That smile was like a rose blooming in a deserted graveyard, with no sign of life—lonely, beautiful, and aloof, yet also conveying a sense that, with just one look, one knew it was destined to wither.

A vast feeling of remorse spread throughout Luo Qinghe’s heart. He felt a strong impulse to hold Bai Wei in his arms and comfort her, but something deep inside him, a tiny stubborn persistence, prevented him. In the end, he still didn’t reach out his hand.

Finally mastering her emotions, Bai Wei spoke again, her face still bearing a smile but now filled with greater scorn, self-mockery. "Luo Qinghe, I think what you said makes sense; but have you ever thought why I’m different with you than with others? It’s because you’re the person I like. I’m afraid I’ll say something wrong by accident, and you’ll get angry and ignore me. Just like earlier, I really didn’t think I said anything wrong, yet you acted as if I had made a terrible mistake."

The atmosphere in the living room became more oppressive, especially with Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian, the couple’s laughter echoing occasionally from the kitchen, underscoring the coldness here.

Luo Qinghe instinctively wanted to say something, but when the words came to the tip of his tongue, he couldn’t say a thing, as if he had a belly full of retorts that he just couldn’t voice.

Bai Wei had been watching Luo Qinghe the whole time, hoping he would contradict her, but there was no response—her last bit of hope was finally shattered, like the last drop of oil in a kerosene lamp, extinguishing even the unwilling wick.

For the first time, a sense of despair invaded Bai Wei’s feelings toward this relationship.

Strictly speaking of this relationship, there were times in the past when she felt sad and disappointed, but she was like a tightly wound motor, doggedly moving toward a goal.