Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 627 - 628: A Quiet Dinner

Chapter 627: Chapter 628: A Quiet Dinner

The white porcelain spiral staircase was extravagant, covered with a light grey cashmere carpet patterned in squared spirals, which added to its luxurious appearance.

But in fact, the carpet’s primary function wasn’t for aesthetics, but rather for slip resistance and noise reduction. There wasn’t a sound when walking on it.

Fu Han ascended the stairs step by step in her pink slippers embroidered with the character "Han," as quietly as a cat, without making any noise.

On the first floor were the kitchen and the living room. Additionally, each of the four of them had a studio arranged for them. Fu Xingbo’s space was set up like a study, with shelves full of various books covering an entire wall. The room belonging to Bai Qian was entirely devoted to cultivating oneself with a tea room, floral arts, and decorative textiles; everything was there. Bai Wei’s room featured a large television, a big sofa, and a hanging basket.

Fu Han’s room was divided into two sections, a light room and a dark room, which are common in photographers’ studios; she was very satisfied with it.

The gym and their personal restrooms were on the second floor. Funnily enough, the resting rooms were also one per person, four rooms in total. Bai Qian had strongly demanded this, saying that if they ever fought with Fu Xingbo, she could send him to sleep in another room.

Fu Xingbo was speechless about this, but he had no way to deal with Bai Qian and could only indulge her.

Fu Han stopped outside Bai Wei’s door and knocked on it gently with two fingers, neither hurriedly nor slowly. After knocking twice, she stopped to wait for the owner’s response. After a while with no movement, she knocked three more times, this time a little harder.

Soon footsteps could be heard from inside the room, and a few seconds later, Bai Wei opened the door. She looked at Fu Han expressionlessly, "What are you here for?"

Fu Han sighed helplessly, "What else could it be? I came to ask what happened, so I can help you take revenge."

Bai Wei just stared at Fu Han, and as she did, her tears began to fall uncontrollably.

"Alright, don’t cry," Fu Han said, disliking the sight of girls crying in front of her. Perhaps because Xia Ning had cried in front of her too many times since childhood, she was thoroughly annoyed by it.

But Bai Wei was different from Xia Ning, so Fu Han still tried to keep her voice as calm as possible, "Even if you have to cry, you should have let me in first, then cry, right?"

Bai Wei’s room was decorated a bit like Fu Han’s, also pink-themed, only Fu Han’s reception room was at least grass green, while Bai Wei’s space was pink through and through.

The two girls sat down on a pale pink fabric sofa, and Bai Wei eagerly recounted the argument with Luo Qinghe, without leaving out a single detail.

After she finally finished, and Fu Han listened to it all, Bai Wei locked her arms across her chest and glared at Fu Han with red eyes, "It’s Luo Qinghe’s fault, isn’t it?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Fu Han raised an eyebrow, her look pregnant with meaning as she watched Bai Wei.

Bai Wei’s cheeks flushed, and she cleared her throat unnaturally, "Well, I’m telling you, of course, I want to hear the truth."

"The truth is, both of you are at fault, but Luo Qinghe is more to blame," Fu Han said earnestly, "Actually, I really think some of Luo Qinghe’s words were quite accurate, and you should think about them yourself."

"Like what?" Bai Wei’s expression stiffened, but she still asked slowly.

"Like your attitude towards Luo Qinghe," Fu Han said with a smile, teasingly, "I always feel that you’re too nice to Luo Qinghe. If you truly marry him, you’ll be like his mother, fussing over every little thing, always afraid that if you do something wrong, he’ll get angry."

"I... I’m just not confident in myself," Bai Wei twiddled with the hem of her garment nervously, again and again, like twisting a rope, "You know how hard I worked to catch up with Luo Qinghe. I don’t want him to leave me."

"But..." Fu Han sighed earnestly, "But have you ever considered that perhaps your relationship with him really isn’t equal, yet the moment Luo Qinghe recognized you as his girlfriend, your relationship became equal, and you shouldn’t place yourself in such a humble position anymore? After all, his liking for you is the reason he wants to be with you."

"I... alright, that is indeed my problem, and I’ll try to avoid it in the future," Bai Wei admitted reluctantly but ultimately accepted what Fu Han said.

Fu Han thought Bai Wei wasn’t beyond help and took a deep breath before continuing, "There’s another issue. What exactly is Nan Qing to the both of you? Is she a presence that can be casually mentioned or an untouchable taboo topic in your conversations?"

"That..." Bai Wei’s face turned red instantly, she said sheepishly, "We never talk about Nan Qing, not until today."

"No wonder then," Fu Han smiled, looking at Bai Wei with a gaze akin to one caring for a child with special needs, "You never talked about Nan Qing in front of Luo Qinghe before, and now that Nan Qing has had a miscarriage, you suddenly brought her up. No surprise that Luo Qinghe reacted."

"That’s not just a reaction, he is clearly bothered by a sore spot in his heart. He’s guilty," Bai Wei blurted out angrily, her suppressed rage erupting like a geyser as she waved her fists vigorously, "Inside, Luo Qinghe still can’t forget about Nan Qing. I know it."

"Do you have any proof when you say that?" Fu Han looked at Bai Wei, a mix of incredulity and amusement, "Just because you mentioned Nan Qing, Luo Qinghe told you off?"

Bai Wei’s face turned red, but she nodded, staying silent this time.

Fu Han struggled to hold back but ended up poking Bai Wei’s forehead with a finger, "Oh you, you seem so smart most of the time, how can you be so foolish now? Is Luo Qinghe angry because you mentioned Nan Qing? No, he’s angry about the timing of your mention, and your overcautious attitude in front of him."

After these words, the room quieted down significantly.

Minutes later, Bai Wei nodded, "You make sense."

"So," Fu Han smiled earnestly, "what you need to do now is to find yourself again, because the original you is whom Luo Qinghe likes, not the you who acquiesces to his every whim in front of him. Frankly, you act like a thoughtless marionette around him."

Bai Wei’s face flushed a deep red, clearly embarrassed, but in the end, she said nothing. Instead, she bit her lip harder, leaving a clear set of teeth marks there.

Fu Han slowly stood up, bent over and patted Bai Wei’s shoulder, "Alright, now that I know what difficulties you’re facing, do you want to handle this yourself, or do you need my help?"