Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 660 - 661: Not Listening to You

Chapter 660: Chapter 661: Not Listening to You

Her long, curly eyelashes were dense like little brushes, gently swaying up and down as if the world before He Xing’s eyes was opening and closing with them.

It was a simple action, yet when Fu Han did it, it gave off an air of elegance, like it was the result of high-end photographic coloring.

There was a magic about her, such that when she appeared before you, she would automatically become the focal point of your vision, turning everything else—every scenery, person, and object—into mere backdrops for Fu Han.

He Xing had once served as the producer of the film "Yearn for Return." Although his main goal at the time was to accompany Fu Han to the Film and Television Base to shoot the movie, he actually took his job seriously and had earnestly learned a lot of relevant knowledge.

Back then, Fu Han was just a photographer. One day, the crew’s director told He Xing that if Fu Han entered the entertainment circle, she would surely become an even more outstanding actress than Bai Wei.

Never mind that Fu Han herself had no interest in becoming an actress; even He Xing wouldn’t want Fu Han to become one. The more applause you receive, the greater the responsibilities you bear, and likewise, the slander and harm you suffer would also increase.

He Xing’s gaze softened involuntarily; he felt he could spend the whole day doing nothing, just watching Fu Han.

As he was immersed in admiring Fu Han’s beautiful features, Fu Han’s lips parted slightly and she began to speak slowly, "I think everyone may have different views on everything. I don’t force you to agree with mine, and you shouldn’t force me to agree with yours. In any case, I still stand by what I said—Xia Ning’s motives are definitely not pure."

He Xing initially wanted to say something, but then he thought about it and realized Fu Han was right. Many things are just like this: you don’t have to agree, and I don’t have to agree with you. Let’s agree to disagree.

Having understood this, He Xing felt much more relaxed. He shook Fu Han’s hand and said with a smile, "Xiaohan, do you still want to keep skating? If you skate, I’ll join you; if not, let’s go watch a movie instead."

Fu Han gazed deeply at He Xing for a full two minutes, making him feel uneasy. Only then did she say with a smile, "I’m quite busy, you know. If you want to watch a movie with me, I suggest you make an appointment in advance; to be clear, the afternoon won’t work. I have to return to the company; it’s the first day back after the New Year, and I can’t be absent from work."

He Xing burst into laughter at these words. After he had his laugh, he played along and said, "Alright then, what do you suggest? How about we watch a movie and have dinner together after you finish work in the evening?"

"That won’t work either." Fu Han said with her chin proudly raised, struggling not to chuckle, "I have to go to my uncle’s house for dinner, so I won’t have time to watch a movie."

"Dinner?" He Xing frowned deeply, "Why do they invite you for dinner and not me? I want to go too!"

"How come I never noticed how thick your skin is?" Fu Han finally couldn’t help but laugh, biting her teeth as she pinched He Xing’s hand. Despite her efforts, it had no effect due to his hand being thin yet large. She pouted, "Uncle and Auntie only invited me; you shouldn’t go, as you might spoil my mood."

"I promise that I’ll just go for dinner today at Uncle and Auntie’s place without causing any trouble." He Xing grinned, nuzzling his head against Fu Han’s shoulder, "Fu Han, just agree to let me come."

Under the sunlight, Fu Han’s face was like the petals of a pink rose. She pushed He Xing away, saying indignantly, "Who are your uncle and auntie? Don’t call them that; they’re your little aunt and her husband."

"What’s the difference?" He Xing was determined to be shamelessly persistent today, his smile more radiant than ever, "We’re going to get married one day anyway. At that time, we’ll have to change how we address them. It wouldn’t be nice for you to call them ’little aunt’ and ’her husband,’ so let me follow your lead and call them ’uncle’ and ’auntie.’"

Fu Han blushed and squirmed, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She mustered all her strength to push He Xing away, got up quickly, and as she ran off, threw back a line, "Who’s going to marry you," before racing toward the distance.

But she hadn’t taken many steps before a hand wrapped around her waist from behind, easily pulling her into a warm embrace, the familiar arms with a trace of cool scent that belonged uniquely to He Xing.

Fu Han pushed against He Xing’s chest desperately trying to break free, "Let go of me, let go of me."

"I won’t let go." He Xing’s arms firmly encircled Fu Han’s waist like iron pincers, his gaze from above commanding Fu Han to clarify, "You must state clearly today, whether you will marry me or not."

Their distance was incredibly close, and each breath He Xing exhaled brushed against Fu Han’s face, turning it into a red apple.

She could hear her heartbeat pounding as if it were drums blaring in her ears.

He Xing’s Adam’s apple moved unconsciously, one hand controlling Fu Han’s waist, while the other lifted her chin, his lips drawing near.

Since Fu Han confirmed her engagement to He Xing at the age of eighteen, they had officially started dating. Yet, neither Fu Han nor He Xing were the type to publicly display affection, let alone engage in intimate contact in public.

Though Fu Han’s mind was mush, she was still aware that there were many people around; as He Xing’s lips were about to touch hers, she quickly turned her head away.

He Xing’s lips landed on Fu Han’s cheek instead. Far from being angry, he took the opportunity to move from her cheek to her earlobe, gently taking it with his lips, "Xiaohan, I love you."

"Don’t tell me these things; I won’t fall for it." Fu Han used what felt like her last bit of strength to speak, and if not for He Xing holding her waist, she might have collapsed to the ground.

"I’m speaking the truth. What do you want me to do to prove it?" As he spoke, He Xing nibbled her earlobe again, then his lips slowly moved down to her neck, teasing her.

At that moment, Fu Han felt as if she were engulfed in flames, an indescribable sensation that was both agonizingly pleasurable and frightening, barely clinging to a sliver of rationality.

Fu Han didn’t know when He Xing had started kissing her lips. All she knew was that she had lost all resistance, and it was only when He Xing kissed her that she felt her life was complete.

The warmth of the gaze around them was like autumn leaves falling from the sky, covering Fu Han and He Xing in an orange glow.