Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 630 - 631: Unpleasant Memories

Chapter 630: Chapter 631: Unpleasant Memories

Fu Han looked on in anger, feeling deceived. Since then she developed a natural wariness towards any woman that approached her, convinced that any woman getting close to her was doing so to get to He Xing; this mindset persisted until she finally started to change after meeting Nan Qing.

About that barbecue, He Xing mindful of Fu Han’s dignity, kept a cool face and coped throughout; no sooner had the party ended than he lashed out at her, telling her she was blind when it came to making friends, dragging any Tom, Dick, or Harry home without caution, and that one day she’d be sold out without even realizing it.

Fu Han still remembers how sad she felt when she first heard those words from He Xing, but looking back now, she feels it was a precious memory.

It was only at this moment that Fu Han finally realized, He Xing must have liked her a lot already at that time; he was angry because he thought Fu Han knew those girls were interested in He Xing, yet she still brought them home for a party.

Chatter from the small vendors filled Fu Han’s ears, one wave after another.

Waves of appetizing aromas hit the nose, carrying heat and the thick smoke produced by the BBQ stands; it was like a snapshot of the bustling metropolis, brimming with vitality as well as the scent of money.

In fact, Fu Han was already full that evening, but suddenly, the smell of roasted lamb made her feel as if she could eat a bit more.

She asked Luo Qinghe what he wanted to eat, and when he said barbecue, Fu Han took him to a BBQ shop they had visited before—a pricier option on that street, but with flavors that truly justified the cost.

They casually picked an empty table to sit down, and a friendly waiter immediately brought the menu.

Luo Qinghe passed the menu to Fu Han, "You chose the place, you order."

The pencil swiftly traveled over the paper, and in less than two minutes, Fu Han had placed the order. After thinking for a moment, she looked at Luo Qinghe and asked, "Do you drink?"

Luo Qinghe nodded silently.

Fu Han rolled her eyes inwardly, wanting to ask what type of alcohol Luo Qinghe preferred. She told herself to be patient, and then she spoke again in the calmest voice possible, "Do you want liquor or beer?"

She quickly added, worried about any more complications, "They only have these two kinds here. I think it’s better if you drink beer; it’s not as easy to get drunk, and I can’t handle you if you do."

Luo Qinghe nodded again, still without saying a word.

Fu Han couldn’t help but criticize in her mind, It was you who asked me to come out for a midnight snack, and now you’re as tight-lipped as if your mouth was sewn up with a needle. How will you even fit food in later?

Perhaps because the Spring Festival holiday had just ended and the students hadn’t returned to school yet, there weren’t many people in the shop—a lot fewer than when Fu Han and the others had visited previously.

But that also had its benefits—their order arrived swiftly.

When the grilled meat was served, it sizzled with oil, the smell of cumin mingling with the aroma of meat, making one’s mouth water.

Luo Qinghe must have been really hungry; he grabbed a handful of skewers and devoured them one after another, soon finishing off the first batch brought by the waiter.

Fu Han had eaten with Luo Qinghe several times before, but this was the first she had seen him eat so inelegantly.

His wolfing down was as though he hadn’t eaten a full meal in eight lifetimes; or rather, Luo Qinghe ate as if he bore a grudge against the food itself, as if he wanted to swallow all that he abhorred into his stomach.

Fu Han covered half of her face with her hand, feeling as if Luo Qinghe’s eating manner was somehow... enticing. The few customers in the shop had all turned their attention towards them, especially since many were looking at Fu Han with sympathetic eyes.

She guessed that they might see Luo Qinghe as a poor classmate she was treating to a meal, or perhaps they thought Luo Qinghe was tarnishing her reputation.

Fu Han didn’t know for whom Luo Qinghe’s considerable anger was intended—Bai Wei? Nan Qing? Wang Yixuan? It couldn’t possibly be directed at Fu Han, could it?

As Luo Qinghe single-handedly devoured a vast amount of barbecue and drank an entire case of beer in what seemed like venting, eventually he couldn’t fit any more into his stomach and finally stopped.

During this time, Fu Han also ate some barbecue, but she didn’t drink the cold beer, instead, she ordered a glass of freshly squeezed juice for herself.

Then Luo Qinghe downed a large mug of beer in one breath and finally turned his gaze to Fu Han, saying with some resentment, "What did she tell you?"

This was the first sentence Luo Qinghe had spoken since they entered the BBQ shop, and it was a sentence without context, but Fu Han understood it.

However, Fu Han deliberately pretended not to understand, calmly looking at Luo Qinghe, "Who are you referring to?"

As expected, Luo Qinghe’s face grew even uglier, his brows and eyes full of rage. He suppressed his anger and squeezed a sentence from his throat, "Bai Wei."

"Oh, Bai Wei. You still remember her name, huh? I thought from now on you would just call her ’her,’" the anger in Fu Han’s voice was barely contained, and her words carried barbs.

"What did you say?" Luo Qinghe slammed the table fiercely, his face turning crimson with rage. He glared at Fu Han, angrily enunciating each word, "What exactly did Bai Wei say to you?"

The customers in the shop and the waiter delivering food all turned to look at them. The atmosphere had been quite merry, but with such outburst, people were scared into silence, and some even looked concerned for Fu Han.

"Hmph!" Fu Han was far from intimidated; she stared back at Luo Qinghe with her clear, distinct eyes, "If you’re so interested in what Bai Wei said, why don’t you go ask her yourself? Why are you asking me here? I have the right not to tell you."

"What did you say?" Luo Qinghe’s face turned from red to purple, veins throbbing on his forehead, looking like he might explode any second. His ice-cold voice, devoid of any emotion, rose up, "Don’t think I won’t hit a woman. I’m no gentleman."

It was an unabashed threat. The fury in Fu Han’s heart intensified; she trembled with anger, her fists clenched so tight that her not particularly sharp nails dug painfully into her flesh.

Never had she been so infuriated as she was today.

Her mind raced, filled with thoughts of how to retaliate against Luo Qinghe. Although this matter had nothing to do with her, she would not stand by idly if something happened to Nan Qing or Bai Wei; as for Luo Qinghe, at best they could be considered mere acquaintances.

Suddenly, her phone rang with an incoming message.