Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 634 - 635: Want to Bring You Breakfast

Chapter 634: Chapter 635: Want to Bring You Breakfast

He Xing’s voice came through, "Xiaohan, are you listening to me?"

Fu Han immediately snapped out of her untimely reverie and looked at the screen at He Xing, her beautiful face slightly flushed, "You... Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Could you say it again?"

A hearty laugh came through. He Xing was exceptionally happy; his icy face suddenly burst into life, radiant as the midday winter sun, making one’s mood lift unconsciously.

Fu Han’s eyes instantly turned into crescent moons; her mind again became mush, losing the ability to think.

"I was asking you," He Xing’s gentle voice said through the phone, his gaze growing especially tender: "I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow morning. What would you like to eat?"

"Ah? Breakfast delivery?" Fu Han’s small head shook like a bobblehead as she hurriedly said, "No need, no need, I have to go to the company to check on things tomorrow. I’ll just buy something downstairs."

"How could that be okay?" He Xing immediately put on a stern face: "When I delivered it today, I saw many shops weren’t open yet, and even if there are ones serving breakfast, who knows if they’re good."

"But..." Fu Han’s face reddened thoroughly, and she stuttered anxiously, "If you bring me breakfast, you’ll have to get up early. I want you to sleep in a bit."

"I don’t need to sleep that late." He Xing’s face unconsciously softened, and he said with a smile, like cajoling a child, "I’ve already told the maid to prepare extra breakfast tomorrow morning, so I’m letting you know, not asking for your opinion, understand?"

Where is there such a gentle notification?

Fu Han felt her heart soften; she sweetly smiled, "Then okay, I’ll do as you say. Just wait for me at the office; don’t come to the apartment."

"Alright." He Xing nodded, his face enlarged on the screen, making a kissing gesture and saying with a touch of regret, "Ah, since you left, I’m not used to sleeping alone, my feet are always cold."

Fu Han’s face flushed even more, and she coughed unnaturally, "If you’re not used to it, you can sleep in my room. I won’t charge you rent."

"Is it a room I lack or someone to sleep with me?" He Xing looked at Fu Han, amused yet exasperated, "Everyone else forgets their friends when they see color, but why are friends more important to you than me?"

Though he was joking, Fu Han still heard the seriousness that he couldn’t hide in his words.

Her smile disappeared as she spoke with equal sincerity, "He Xing, it’s not like that. In my heart, you are the most important, but right now, Nan Qing needs me more, so of course, I came here to be with her."

This was the first time Fu Han had said something like this and the first time He Xing had heard it.

Upon hearing these words, his expression grew comical; at first disbelief, his face devoid of all expression; then his face lit with ecstasy. Once his emotions had calmed a bit, he looked at Fu Han earnestly and said with unprecedented seriousness, "Fu Han, that’s exactly how I feel, you are the most important person in my heart."

Although they were currently separated by a distance immeasurable by an arm’s length, although they couldn’t turn their heads and embrace each other, at that moment their hearts were extraordinarily close. They reaffirmed each other’s feelings and confirmed once more that they would always be together.

The two chatted for a long time on topics that lacked substance, but they talked with gusto, growing happier and more excited.

Seeing it was nearly time for the clock to chime, Fu Han, mindful that He Xing had to rise early tomorrow, wanted to hang up. But suddenly, she remembered the night’s events.

She immediately told He Xing everything that happened that evening, including her conversations with Bai Wei, Luo Qinghe, and Nan Qing.

Fu Han knew she had been impulsive today; she couldn’t be sure her words were right. She worried that a single sentence might harm Bai Wei, Nan Qing or Luo Qinghe.

They say it’s better to wreck ten temples than destroy one marriage; from the bottom of her heart, she hoped they would all find happiness.

He Xing’s brows grew more furrowed, a hand stroking his chin. Fu Han knew this was his habit when mulling over problems, so she waited patiently on her end of the phone.

After a while, He Xing finally spoke slowly, "Xiaohan, actually, if I were to follow my selfish desires, I wouldn’t want you to get involved in their affairs, whether it’s Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei or Wang Yixuan and Nan Qing. I think they can handle their own matters."

Fu Han’s heart sank bit by bit; she had anticipated some opposition from He Xing about her actions, but she didn’t expect him to wholly negate them.

Seeing the change in Fu Han’s expression, He Xing on the other end of the phone hastened to speak again, "Xiaohan, listen to me, I didn’t mean that. I don’t want you to tire yourself out. But they are your friends, and there’s absolutely no reason for you to stand idly by. I understand that."

"Yeah, that’s what I think too." Fu Han nodded, feeling somewhat aggrieved as she looked at He Xing, the corners of her eyes slightly sour.

A smile spread across He Xing’s cheeks like ink in water; he chuckled and said in an even gentler tone, "Xiaohan, I think what you did today was right. What you said is just and sensible, so don’t worry about being wrong. Sometimes truth can be harsh like that. It’s fine. The key is whether Luo Qinghe can accept it."

Fu Han brightened up again, nodding vigorously, "I know, thank you for comforting me. Actually, I feel the same way. I don’t want Bai Wei and Nan Qing to be unhappy because of Luo Qinghe’s actions."

They wished each other good night and hung up the video call, reluctantly.

Fu Han turned off the light and lay in bed. Her mood had lightened a lot, and she knew that without the words He Xing had just said, she wouldn’t have been able to sleep tonight.

As for now, she felt she had done what she should, and not wrongly so. Therefore, she should sleep well without worrying about all these possibilities.

She was at ease, even happily spinning around in bed; the thought of seeing He Xing first thing in the morning made her feel unprecedentedly relaxed.

Drowsiness, like the night itself, swept over her overwhelmingly. Fu Han closed her eyes, with a smile still on her beautiful face.

The hazy moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtains, highlighting the sleeping Fu Han—who looked as captivating as a fairy.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly as if she were smiling; it seemed she was indeed having a wonderful dream, allowing her to smile even in her sleep.