Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 633 - 634: I Once Hated You

Chapter 633: Chapter 634: I Once Hated You

The living room’s warm gaze fell on Nan Qing’s cheeks, making her already gentle features look even more tender.

She tilted her head slightly, looking at Fu Han, "Fu Han, why have you suddenly asked this?"

"Because..." Fu Han managed to squeeze out a smile, and in as calm a voice as possible, she said, "Because I actually came back earlier, but I saw Luo Qinghe downstairs and he dragged me to have barbecue."

Amid Nan Qing’s astonished gaze, Fu Han recounted her conversation with Luo Qinghe.

However, when Fu Han spoke, her tone was very calm, as if she was talking about something completely irrelevant to her, and she didn’t lay out the entire conversation from tonight, but rather, she spoke selectively.

For example, she only mentioned that Luo Qinghe might not have let go of Nan Qing, without mentioning the quarrel between Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei; because Fu Han felt that was a matter between Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei, and although she knew about it, she couldn’t relay it to others—that was basic human decency.

Nan Qing’s frown deepened as she listened; she looked over Fu Han’s shoulder towards the room behind her, which was Nan Qing’s bedroom, where there was someone named Wang Yixuan.

It was only a simple door, yet Nan Qing’s gaze softened more and more as she looked, and her expression became more resolute.

A few minutes later, she turned her head towards Fu Han, "Fu Han, I know what you’re thinking, but I want to tell you, please rest assured, I will absolutely not get involved between Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe."

Fu Han felt a twinge of embarrassment and guilt, as she was touched by Nan Qing’s forthrightness, whereas she herself was not so open.

She said sincerely, "Nan Qing, actually, I didn’t mean it in the way you think, I’ve always believed that everyone has the right to pursue love, if you... if you think Luo Qinghe is better, I will also respect your choice."

"Whether it was in the past, now, or in the future, Brother Qinghe will always be my brother in my heart," Nan Qing said, feeling a bit guilty as she looked at Fu Han, "Fu Han, I’m sorry, I’ve tried my best to keep my distance from Brother Qinghe, but after all, we grew up together, and our families are old family friends, some connections aren’t so easily severed, but rest assured, he is only my brother."

"Of course, I trust you," Fu Han was shocked by Nan Qing’s kindness, and she also felt pity for Nan Qing’s compromises, hugging her all at once, "Nan Qing, I’m sorry for bringing this up, not to pressure you, but really just to give you a heads-up."

"It’s okay," Nan Qing patted Fu Han’s back, speaking in a low voice as if comforting a child, "Do I not know you? Since we’re on the subject, let me be honest. It’s absolutely impossible for me to be with Brother Qinghe. I used to be so infatuated with Su Cheng, and Brother Qinghe knew it; if we got together, that matter would become a perpetual thorn in his heart, and we would not be happy. Instead, a cinnabar mole would turn into a mosquito bloodstain."

Fu Han realized for the first time that Nan Qing also thought things through clearly, and apart from nodding, she didn’t know what else to say.

Nan Qing turned and glanced at the firmly closed bedroom door, a slight smile appearing on the corner of her mouth, "Moreover, I now have someone I truly like. I’m very clear about wanting to be with him, to never be apart for a lifetime."

"I think you’re quite good together," Fu Han tilted her head slightly, looking out the window at the same few sporadic stars in the sky, seeming as if nothing had changed, yet feeling as if everything had.

"Actually..." Nan Qing turned her head to look at Fu Han, a bitter smile on her beautiful face, "Actually, Fu Han, you might not know this, but I used to hate you."

"Ah?" Fu Han genuinely did not know; her surprise wasn’t feigned, but she quickly laughed, "It’s normal for you to hate me, I won’t be mad."

Of course it was normal. Nan Qing was always a person with clear-cut love and hate; she loved Su Cheng in such a way, and Su Cheng was madly infatuated with Fu Han. Wasn’t it very normal for Nan Qing to hate Fu Han?

Indeed, Nan Qing’s voice rang out, "The first time I saw you, I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted you to be my model, that’s why I approached you. I didn’t expect that Su Cheng and I would share the same taste. He too thought you were beautiful at first sight, then uncontrollably fell into it; Fu Han, back then I didn’t know you well, and I truly regretted approaching you."

"I understand," Fu Han was not the least bit angry. Almost every girl that came close to her did so to get closer to He Xing, and while they were nice to her on the surface, they were insanely jealous of Fu Han in their hearts; but Nan Qing was an exception.

Fu Han leaned forward and patted Nan Qing on the shoulder, "But I will never forget the help you gave me, when my part-time job didn’t pay out on time, you would lend me money before I even asked, you always included me when you went out for fancy meals, regardless of whether Su Cheng was there or not; all the kindness you’ve shown me over the years, I keep it in my heart and won’t forget."

Nan Qing’s eyes reddened, knowing she didn’t need to explain anything more, because Fu Han must understand her true intentions; Fu Han must know she had never really hated her.

The two girls who had known each other for four years hugged and said goodnight, heading towards their respective rooms.

The living room light turned off, leaving darkness as if nothing had happened at all.

By the time Fu Han got out of the bath and lay in bed, it was very late; she widened her eyes as she looked at the ceiling, admiring the distinctively designed chandelier that looked especially stunning.

She had just responded to He Xing’s message, and now she was waiting for He Xing’s reply; if He Xing wasn’t asleep, she would video call him.

The vibration from her phone broke the silence, Fu Han swiftly grabbed the phone from under her pillow—it was a video call from He Xing.

Fu Han found her Bluetooth earphones and put them on, watching He Xing on her phone screen with a heart full of sweetness.

He had also taken a bath, dressed in a dark blue sleepwear that typically only middle-aged men wore; yet it looked extraordinarily elegant on He Xing.

He Xing’s semi-long hair hung loosely on his head, illuminated with a halo by the light from above, looking especially attractive.

Usually, He Xing used hair gel to style his hair sharply, and Fu Han rarely saw him with his hair down. Every time he did, Fu Han felt her heart soften to a mush.

She propped her phone with one hand and her chin with the other, watching He Xing without listening to a word he said, her mind filled with thoughts of how cute He Xing looked and how much she wanted to hug him.

Even though they had been apart for only a few hours, Fu Han felt as if they hadn’t seen each other for a century. She began to regret not agreeing to He Xing moving in; that way, they could meet within a few minutes.