Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 632 - 633: There Are Lights at Home

Chapter 632: Chapter 633: There Are Lights at Home

Disappointment flooded Fu Han’s heart like a tidal wave as she remembered Bai Wei, her head buried in her knees, crying. Her thin shoulders twitched up and down, looking so pitiful.

She felt it was so undeserved on Bai Wei’s part, where anger raged in her for this man before her who didn’t know his own heart. With a tone steeped in sarcasm she said, "So that also means you don’t even know whether you like Bai Wei or not, huh?"

"I..." Luo Qinghe started with difficulty, struggling to say, "I’m happy when I’m with Bai Wei, but I don’t like it when she deliberately tries to please me, I..."

"Alright, you don’t have to say more." The fury in Fu Han’s heart finally could no longer be contained, and she stood up abruptly, looking down on Luo Qinghe from above: "Before, I thought you were a person with clear affections and hatreds. I thought you were, just like Wang Yixuan, a free-spirited artist. Now it seems I was wrong."

"Wang Yixuan?" Luo Qinghe repeated the name with a complex look, which was the name of the man who got Nan Qing. How could he not be conflicted?

"Yes, that’s right, Wang Yixuan." Fu Han’s voice was crystal clear and penetrating: "I don’t care what Wang Yixuan has been through in the past, but when he likes Nan Qing, it’s wholeheartedly for her. He won’t think of other women when he’s with Nan Qing."

"He wouldn’t dare!" Luo Qinghe clenched his fists tightly, his teeth gritted with hatred: "If he dares to do anything to wrong Nan Qing, I will never forgive him."

"So, Luo Qinghe, face the reality. This is the difference between love and non-love." The last glimmer of hope in Fu Han’s heart vanished, and she looked at Luo Qinghe with a face full of disappointment: "Because you like Nan Qing, you can’t bear to see her bullied. You don’t like Bai Wei, so you can squander her true feelings without treasuring them; as Bai Wei’s sister, I ask you to break up with Bai Wei right now. Our Bai Wei isn’t lacking love, and our family will definitely not let her be with someone like you."

"Someone like me?" Luo Qinghe asked with a bitter smile on his lips, coldly questioning, "What kind of person is that? How come I don’t know myself?"

"You... a grown man who’s a child at heart." Fu Han’s lips curved up slightly with a degree of mockery: "You can’t even figure out who you like, and you still want to get married? Getting married isn’t harming Bai Wei for a while, it’s harming her for a lifetime. You should do the right thing and let her go. I’m also going to tell Bai Wei about our conversation today, and tell her not to be delusional about you anymore."

Having said this, Fu Han didn’t stay any longer. She grabbed her stuff and turned to leave.

She really didn’t want to spend another second there; staying any longer might truly drive her mad. It was really the first time that she felt disgusted by someone, especially someone she’d known for a long time.

Escorted by her bodyguards, Fu Han made it home smoothly.

Fu Han fished out her keys and opened the door. The originally pitch-black room was suddenly filled with light. When the lights came on, she saw Nan Qing standing by the switch.

"You’re back." Nan Qing smiled, her round face exceptionally cute, but her beautiful big eyes betrayed an indescribable weariness.

"Why aren’t you asleep?" Fu Han knew that Nan Qing was waiting for her, but she still asked the question, as though speaking it out would comfort her just a bit.

People chase many things in this life, but what you really need is very few; most of the time what you seek is not what you truly want.

Like wanting to earn lots of money, when you won’t actually use that much; desiring many houses, when you’ll only live in one; longing for many people’s love, when what your heart truly craves is for that one person to love you.

A sincere love, a cozy home, a hot meal upon getting off work, lights to warmly welcome you back in the evening, a comforting embrace when you’re tired, a soft bed when you’re sleepy.

Nan Qing walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water for both herself and Fu Han. Taking a slow sip, she spoke softly, "I was a bit worried about you since you hadn’t come back."

It was a simple sentence, but it eased the rage in Fu Han’s heart caused by Luo Qinghe. As the warm water flowed into her mouth, her tone softened considerably, "I’m back now. It’s late, you should go to sleep. You need to take good care of yourself right now."

Nan Qing yawned appropriately and smiled: "I’m actually sleepy, so I’ll go to bed now. Goodnight."

As she watched Nan Qing move step by step toward the kitchen, Fu Han was torn inside, her mind like a battlefield where two little people were fighting.

Ultimately, Fu Han still called out to Nan Qing, "Nan Qing, wait... I have something I want to ask you."

Nan Qing’s hand was already on the doorknob when she slowly turned around, her slightly plump and cute face looked very delicate: "Sure, Fu Han, what do you want to ask?"

"Today..." Fu Han felt exasperated about what she was about to say. Biting her red lips hard enough to draw blood into her mouth, it was with this taste of sharp pain that she finally spoke: "This is not the right place to talk, come with me."

Nan Qing looked puzzled as she followed Fu Han’s gaze. When she saw her own room door, she thought of something and obediently followed Fu Han to the living room balcony. This was the spot furthest from Nan Qing’s room and also the place with the best view.

Outside the window was the vast expanse of night, dyed like ink. Occasionally, a few stars fell upon the sky, shining like diamonds.

Looking down, not far away was the bright neon-lit A-city bustling with life. Yet although one could plainly see the lights of the city, no sound could be heard, as if the world had become a silent one.

A warm hand rested on Fu Han’s shoulder, the heat seeping through her sweater right into her heart, accompanied by Nan Qing’s exceptionally gentle voice: "Fu Han, just say what you want to say."

Fu Han had already moved past the initial awkwardness of not knowing how to begin. Centering herself, she spoke in as calm a voice as possible, "Has Luo Qinghe come to look for you?"

She always felt that there was something off about Luo Qinghe today, and even if Luo Qinghe himself said he hadn’t seen Nan Qing, Fu Han still thought it necessary to clarify some things.

When Nan Qing heard the name "Luo Qinghe," she froze, looking at Fu Han in surprise: "Brother Qinghe came over? Why don’t I know about that?"

"That’s good then," Fu Han smiled. While Nan Qing was speaking, she had been watching her closely and saw no hint of deception in her eyes, meaning that if Luo Qinghe really did like Nan Qing, it was unrequited.