Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 628 - 629: A Beautiful Kiss

Chapter 628: Chapter 629: A Beautiful Kiss

"I... Luo Qinghe left on his own, I’m certainly not going to look for him," Bai Wei’s face turned bright red as she awkwardly turned away.

Fu Han covered her mouth, laughing: "Okay, I get it, you want me to play peacemaker and go communicate with Luo Qinghe for you, right?"

"You’re so annoying, asking when you already know?" Bai Wei’s face was so red it almost dripped blood as she stood up, pushing Fu Han toward the door: "Hurry up and take He Xing with you. You know I’m not happy, yet you two still flaunt your affection in front of me, without any consideration for my feelings."

"Blaming me?" Fu Han shrugged her shoulders, her eyes smiling as she looked at Bai Wei, feeling very good.

Stomping her feet, Bai Wei grumbled: "Showy love leads to quick death, flaunts of affection summon lightning strikes, don’t you know? Better to keep it low-key."

"You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you? In the past, you were much more nauseatingly sweet than we are," Fu Han laughed heartily, not giving Bai Wei a chance to retort, and dashed away.

She went downstairs to the living room where He Xing sat on the sofa. Even outside work hours, He Xing always sat up straight, proper and dignified, exuding energy and vigor no matter the time or place.

Fu Han approached He Xing step by step, her heart growing softer as she got closer. When she was near, she saw the light reflecting on He Xing’s forehead, casting a dazzling halo through his hair, making her heart melt. She reached out unconsciously to ruffle He Xing’s hair.

He Xing looked up at Fu Han, his long arm reaching out to pull her into his embrace: "You’ve finally finished. If you hadn’t come down, I would have fallen asleep."

"Alright, let’s go home," Fu Han said, her hand caressing He Xing’s cheek. The skin on his cheek was delicate, and the stubble on his chin added a touch of rough charm, a contradiction that was filled with masculine allure. Fu Han could clearly feel her heartbeat pounding like drums.

Bowing his head, He Xing kissed Fu Han’s cheek firmly before letting her go. Hand in hand, they bid farewell to Fu Xingbo and his wife and left the Fu Family’s place.

The Lamborghini raced through the night, with trees and street lamps speeding past in reverse.

He Xing wasn’t driving fast, instead, he drove at a regular pace; the night deepened, and in the early winter, there weren’t many people on the streets.

The ride back was mostly silent, but the temperature inside the car rose higher and higher.

Not for any other reason, but because Fu Han spent the entire journey shamelessly staring at He Xing; her gaze was very special, pure adoration, full of emotion yet devoid of lust.

Every time he was waiting at a red light, He Xing would reach back and rub Fu Han’s head, his eyes and brows filled with tenderness and a love that ran deep to the bone.

Fu Han truly enjoyed this way of being together, with no forced small talk, no tooth-achingly sweet nothings, and no ambiguous physical gestures.

Yet her heart was very sweet. She was absolutely certain of He Xing’s love for her, just as she had examined her own heart countless times and knew her love for He Xing reached deep into her bones.

If it were possible, Fu Han truly wished they could continue like this, until the end of time.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs. The distance from the Fu Family home to Huating No.1 was very short, and it didn’t take long for them to arrive at their destination.

Unlike the usual flamboyance, He Xing did not park the car at the dropping point of Fu Han’s residence, but in a parking spot not too far away.

There was only a dim light there, its range of illumination limited, beyond a meter, it was all darkness.

Once the car stopped, Fu Han reached for the door: "Okay, I’m here, you can head home. Be careful on the road."

"Wait a moment." He Xing quickly locked the door with a swift motion, extending his long arm to pull Fu Han back into his embrace, the next second his gentle kiss fell upon her.

This was not the first time Fu Han kissed He Xing, and she couldn’t even recall how many times they had kissed; nor did she remember when their first kiss was.

She often kissed He Xing in her memories, always in secluded places, or in their own private spaces.

He Xing had always been cold-hearted and stern-faced since he was young, but when they were alone, especially when it was just him and Fu Han, he would often make audacious moves, with kissing being a common occurrence, even coming close to breaching the final barrier several times.

Those past kisses were many and sweet.

But today’s kiss was different from the past ones. If the previous kisses mixed liking with a bit of desire, today’s kiss was more about the spiritual convergence between them.

Love has always been like this; you are not drawn to someone’s shell, but their true inner self, their soul.

And tonight’s kiss was just that – a union of souls.

He Xing’s kiss was at times gentle, at times wild, at times sparse, at times dense, at times giving, at other times asking; Fu Han responded to him with all her might.

A voice inside her told her that this was the closest she had ever been to He Xing’s soul, and if she missed this chance, there would never be another.

After what seemed like an eternity, He Xing finally released Fu Han.

This was also the only time they had kissed without He Xing’s hands wandering, Fu Han’s clothes were still neat, and her hair was not in disarray.

Fu Han leaned softly against He Xing’s shoulder: "Be careful on the way back when you drive, okay?"

"Got it."

"Don’t drive too fast just because you’re in a hurry."

"Alright."

"Go to sleep early tonight, you must sleep before midnight!"

"What about you?"

"Me too."

"Then I’ll sleep with you."

"I’m going up now, you go first. I’ll watch you leave."

"No, I need to watch you go up. You go first."

Fu Han knew she could never outstubborn He Xing, and besides, her mood was so good today, she didn’t want to make He Xing unhappy over such a small matter. Thus, she obediently got out of the car and walked to the door, looking back at each step.

When she reached the front door, two figures appeared out of nowhere like ghosts. They were the bodyguards He Xing had hired for Fu Han; they always had the ability to vanish when you didn’t need them and appear when you did.

And Fu Han knew that He Xing had become frightened and needed someone to ensure her safety absolutely.

Although Fu Han herself didn’t like it, to reassure He Xing and her grandfather, she had now become quite indifferent towards the matter of bodyguards.

She entered the door, turned around, and waved again in the direction of the Lamborghini. Even though she could no longer see He Xing’s face, she knew he was watching her.

After waving, Fu Han turned and headed toward the elevator room, passing by the sofa area set up by the property management on the first floor for people to rest. She was planning to walk straight past, but a glimpse from the corner of her eye caught sight of someone sitting on the sofa, and furthermore, it was someone she knew.