Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 642 - 643: A Beautiful Morning

Chapter 642: Chapter 643: A Beautiful Morning

This side also has been accumulating over the years, and Xia Ning had virtually no good qualities left, becoming increasingly presumptuous, spoiled and capricious, and increasingly oblivious to what was good for her.

To be fair, He Xing had long been aware of Xia Ning’s little shortcomings, and even knew clearly when Xia Ning was telling the truth and when she was lying.

It was just that his mind had never been on Xia Ning, and coupled with his substantial support for Xia Group, he subconsciously felt that he had done Du Wanting justice, and thus no longer cared about Xia Cheng and Xia Ning’s upbringing, after all, their ages weren’t that different from his.

Now, looking back, He Xing felt that if he had treated Xia Ning like his own sister from the start, perhaps none of this would have happened.

Thinking of this, He Xing’s mood became even heavier, seemingly heavier than the night outside the window.

He Xing had taken great effort to coax Xia Ning to sleep, but her sleeping position made him feel very uncomfortable.

No matter how she was persuaded, Xia Ning wouldn’t listen and insisted on holding on to He Xing’s sleeve before she would agree to sleep; originally, Xia Ning wanted to hold He Xing’s hand, but he strongly opposed it, and finally, they chose a middle ground, allowing Xia Ning to hold onto his sleeve.

Several times he thought Xia Ning had fallen asleep and tried to pull his sleeve away, but Xia Ning immediately woke up; left with no choice, He Xing could only let Xia Ning hold onto his sleeve, and feeling a bit sleepy himself, he rested his head and drifted off.

...

Fu Han surprisingly got up early, disregarding the cold winter morning and rushing to the restroom to wash her hair and take a shower.

After a whole night, her anticipation to see He Xing intensified; she wanted to be in her best condition when meeting him, and hoped to always look beautiful in front of him.

When Fu Han was leaving, she almost ran into Wang Yixuan, who was just coming out of Nan Qing’s room.

Wang Yixuan’s hair was naturally curly, and with its length almost reaching his chin, it had turned into a bird’s nest after a night’s sleep.

Usually, Wang Yixuan was always immaculate, with perfect features, and long hair that didn’t make him look effeminate but rather emphasized his masculinity, giving off the aura of a handsome man with both valor and good looks.

Compared with the usual Wang Yixuan, today’s Wang Yixuan was simply... too hard to accept, with a ring of fine blue stubble on his chin, turning into a rugged man.

On the other side, Wang Yixuan was sizing up Fu Han, and after one look, he calmly said, "You’re dressed up pretty nicely today."

Wang Yixuan was notoriously conceited, even to the point of arrogance, which had once made Fu Han think he was naturally disinclined to compliment others, and today was truly a rare first.

But, truth be told, being praised by someone who never complimented her did feel quite nice.

With a playful tongue click, Fu Han replied unapologetically, "Thanks for the compliment, though you look very... very manly today."

That was truly the only somewhat suitable phrase she could scrape together from the bottom of her heart.

Wang Yixuan, completely indifferent, shook his head and glanced sideways at Fu Han, "I’m going out to buy breakfast for Nan Qing. What will you eat? I can bring something back for you too."

"No need," replied Fu Han, tired of watching their daily displays of affection, and now having a rare chance to retort, she would not miss it, thus she straightforwardly said, "He Xing is going to bring me breakfast today, to my company."

"Wow, so He Xing is that good, huh?" Wang Yixuan returned to his usual sarcasm, playing with his unruly hair as he teased, "No wonder you dressed up so nicely, but be careful in case he gets held up and can’t bring you breakfast."

"He Xing will definitely keep his promise," retorted Fu Han, glaring daggers at Wang Yixuan before bypassing him to get to the door and change her shoes.

Today was the first day back at work after the Spring Festival holiday, and the neighborhood, quiet just yesterday, was noticeably livelier today, with early risers, old men and women, carrying thermal lunch boxes heading towards the gate, presumably to buy breakfast for their still-slumbering children at home.

Younger folks, undaunted by the cold, were running around the neighborhood in spring and autumn sportswear; elders were practicing Tai Chi in the Square, the volume of the speakers kept low, likely to avoid disturbing others.

Everything was bursting with vitality, and the trees in the neighborhood were as green as ever, with the careful observer noting fresh green leaves emerging.

Fu Han’s head-turning rate was as high as ever, and she had long since come to terms with it, knowing that excessive modesty is, after all, a form of pride.

Ever since Fu Han became aware of the concept of beauty, she knew she was beautiful, and not just average, but even more beautiful than that.

Thus, from a young age she had grown accustomed to people staring at her, secretly sizing her up as she walked; aware of her beauty, she felt it was the best state for a beautiful person to be in.

Especially today, after Fu Han had dressed up meticulously, she looked even lovelier, like pearls and gems on display.

Today, Fu Han had her waist-length black curly hair tied up in a high ponytail, adorned with a large black velvet bow decorated with pearls. The ponytail bounced with her movements, adding an extra dose of liveliness.

She wore a short light green and white plaid lambswool jacket on her upper body; black and white plaid shorts on the bottom, with black fleece-lined leggings underneath, finished with boots that reached mid-calf.

This outfit perfectly showcased Fu Han’s physique, highlighting her tall and well-proportioned figure, with curves in all the right places and not an ounce of excess fat where it shouldn’t be.

Most importantly, Fu Han was also wearing makeup; eyebrows, eyeliner, eyeshadow, lipstick – not a detail was missed, making her face look even more exquisite, as though a princess from a fairy tale had stepped into the real world.

Today, Fu Han did not want to take the subway as she usually did whenever she rode the subway, someone would ask for her contact information, and when she refused, some would persistently pester her; and others always tried to take pictures of her, which disturbed her mood. Today, she didn’t want such things to spoil her spirits.

Fu Han hadn’t driven her car in days and was pleasantly surprised to find it still had fuel, and despite the weather not being particularly cold, she started it up with ease.

The drive from Huating No.1 to Cheng Yihan’s company wouldn’t normally take much time, but as both locations were in the bustling city center of City A, and today being the first day back to work, she was unsurprised to find herself stuck in a traffic jam.

The cars on the road were as packed as canned sardines, moving slower than a tortoise.

Fu Han watched as the time ticked by and became increasingly anxious, dreading that she might be late and He Xing would get upset.