Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 664 - 665: Unknown Liquid

Chapter 664: Chapter 665: Unknown Liquid

Warm water trickled down Bai Wei’s throat and into her stomach, where she felt a warmth rising slowly from her abdomen. The warmth that the wind had carried away returned, or one might say, the warmth in her heart had come back.

Using the act of drinking water as a pretext, she observed Luo Qinghe. Today, Luo Qinghe was still immaculately in tune with Bai Wei’s aesthetics, his slightly curled hair casually draped over his shoulders, his lips framed by a fine circle of stubble, giving him a literary appearance.

Under the glow of the light, Luo Qinghe’s eyes seemed to have a hint of dark green, which, combined with his deep-set eyes, tall nose bridge, and lips as thin as a blade, made him incredibly charming. One glance was enough to make him unforgettable.

Luo Qinghe had the most versatile temperament Bai Wei had ever seen. He could be refined or unrestrained, cultured or wild; his ever-changing demeanor required no deliberate disguise, as a change of clothes might alter it entirely.

In fact, Bai Wei was very angry when she received Luo Qinghe’s outrageous call. Even in her heart, she thought, "I’m a great beauty with no shortage of suitors. I don’t give a damn about you. Piss me off, and you can get lost!"

But now, looking at Luo Qinghe, she couldn’t help but swoon over him again. She thought that if she lost such a paragon, she would never find another.

The more she looked, the happier she felt, the more reckless her gaze became, to the point that she didn’t even notice the unidentified liquid dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

Luo Qinghe’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed as he said irritably, "What are you looking at?"

Bai Wei’s face flushed a deep red, and she slowly lowered her head. "Who said I’m looking at you? I’m clearly admiring the scenery outside. Don’t flatter yourself; the scenery is much prettier than you."

After saying that, Bai Wei glanced through the floor-to-ceiling window not far behind Luo Qinghe, and she almost wished she could bite off her tongue.

But in just a few minutes, the outside had been whipped into a frenzy by strong winds. Trees as thick as an adult’s arm were spinning wildly in the storm, looking as if they could break at any moment.

And that wasn’t all; outside there was flying sand and rolling stones, blurring the view so much that it looked like a sandstorm was approaching.

Luo Qinghe also turned his gaze following Bai Wei’s, and after a while, he said leisurely, "So, you have quite a unique taste?"

Bai Wei’s face turned even redder, and with her cheeks puffed, she gritted her teeth. "Yes, if I didn’t have unique taste, how could I ever fancy you?"

"What’s wrong with fancying me?" Luo Qinghe exaggeratedly ruffled his hair, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly as he gave a teasing look at Bai Wei. "I’ll have you know, I’ve had lots of admirers since I was young."

"I have had even more admirers," Bai Wei replied with a smile, her beautiful face brimming with confidence. "If you don’t believe me, you can ask my parents. My school bag was filled with love letters every day."

She was exaggerating, but she had indeed been liked by many people since she was young, receiving at least a dozen love letters a day.

When she spoke, she was prepared for Luo Qinghe to argue, but unexpectedly, when she waited for a while, he didn’t say anything. Doubtful, she turned to look at Luo Qinghe and found that he too was looking at her.

Bai Wei’s face flushed red with embarrassment, and she lowered her head, full of shyness.

It was then that Luo Qinghe’s voice rang out, "Indeed, many people like you, and I am one of them."

His declaration was so sudden that Bai Wei’s first reaction was to think Luo Qinghe was teasing her; it wasn’t until her second reaction that she realized what he meant.

By the time she understood, Bai Wei’s face turned bright red, and the usually sharp-tongued girl found herself at a loss for words, her face blushing.

On the other side, Luo Qinghe leaned slightly toward Bai Wei. "Xiaowei, has Fu Han said anything to you?"

The question came out of nowhere, leaving Bai Wei bewildered as she looked at Luo Qinghe. "What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

"It’s nothing." Luo Qinghe chuckled, looking much more relaxed. He moved close to Bai Wei, sitting beside her, and reached out to pull her hand. "Are you still angry?"

Bai Wei attempted to pull her hand away, but Luo Qinghe was prepared for that. Moreover, as a man, he was much stronger than Bai Wei, so naturally, she was no match for him.

Her hand began to hurt from the effort, forcing her to give up reluctantly. She tried to distance herself from Luo Qinghe. "I am angry, of course I’m angry, and let me tell you, I am not going to forgive you."

To her surprise, Luo Qinghe burst into laughter upon hearing her words. The hand not holding hers pinched Bai Wei’s cheek. "Bai Wei, how did I never realize how cute you are before?"

The flush on Bai Wei’s face deepened. She slapped Luo Qinghe’s hand away and said indignantly, "Don’t talk to me about such nonsense. I’m not interested at all. Didn’t you say you were going to find Nan Qing? Go to her then."

"Who said I was going to find Nan Qing?" Luo Qinghe’s hand got a smack from Bai Wei, and with exaggeration, he blew on his palm and said helplessly, "Xiaowei, I said that in anger. Why are you taking it seriously?"

"I take it seriously, very seriously!" Bai Wei was still angry—rather, Luo Qinghe’s attempts to cajole her made her even angrier. She threw a punch at Luo Qinghe’s chest. "Tell me, who’s more important in your heart, Nan Qing or me?"

This was the question Bai Wei cared most about, not just now but something she had always focused on. Ever since she and Luo Qinghe started dating, this question had been her chief concern.

She could let go of anything else, but she couldn’t ignore the answer to this question.

They say first love is hard to forget, but what’s even harder to forget than first love is unrequited love—a hopeless and fruitless crush, which is an indelible memory for anyone. Moreover, Luo Qinghe’s fixation on Nan Qing had lasted over a decade.

Initially, when Qin Xiaonian openly courted Luo Qinghe, Bai Wei wasn’t afraid nor worried because Luo Qinghe didn’t care about Qin Xiaonian in the slightest.

But facing Nan Qing, Bai Wei truly lacked confidence; the relationships between the three of them were like clearly defined steps of a hierarchy, with Bai Wei on the lowest rung of the food chain.

Her fervent, unspoken love for Luo Qinghe; Luo Qinghe’s quietly persistent unrequited love for Nan Qing—this straightforward cause-and-effect was what Bai Wei cared about the most.

Luo Qinghe’s gaze alternated between Bai Wei and the furiously spinning trees outside the window, his thin lips tightly pressed together as if deep in thought.