Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 666 - 667: Going Down a Dark Road

Chapter 666: Chapter 667: Going Down a Dark Road

"No, that’s not how I feel," Bai Wei said earnestly with a furrowed brow. "What I mean is, I’ve always thought Luo Qinghe was very aloof, the kind who wouldn’t bother with you if he didn’t like you; the kind who, even if he did something wrong, would absolutely not apologize. He’d stick to his wrongs all the way to the end."

"So..." Fu Han began with difficulty, frowning as she asked, "you mean to say that you think Luo Qinghe shouldn’t apologize to you or admit he was wrong?"

"Not exactly..." Bai Wei sighed deeply, her face full of conflict. "I don’t know what I’m trying to say, I just didn’t expect Luo Qinghe to apologize."

"You had a fight with him, don’t you want him to apologize and admit he’s wrong?" Fu Han’s brows knitted together as she felt increasingly unable to understand Bai Wei—she had successfully become bewildered by Bai Wei’s logic.

"Of course not, if he did something wrong, of course he should apologize, otherwise I certainly wouldn’t forgive him," Bai Wei sighed helplessly. "But I don’t know how to say it, I just feel like he’s not the kind of person who would apologize."

"So..." Fu Han shrugged with resignation, "you think Luo Qinghe should apologize to you, but when he actually does, you feel it’s not something he would do and you become unfamiliar with him—is that what you mean?"

"Yes, yes, yes, that’s exactly what I mean!" Bai Wei stood up excitedly from the sofa, saying eagerly, "Fu Han, you’re really amazing, that’s exactly what I’m trying to say."

Fu Han shrugged again with a helpless continuation, "So because Luo Qinghe apologized to you, you start to dislike him, thinking he’s not the same awesome person you knew?"

"I..." Bai Wei’s face turned bright red, her hands fumbling with her hoodie as she murmured softly, "That’s not entirely what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?" Fu Han leaned painfully onto the couch, covering her face as she exclaimed, "Oh my God, Bai Wei, you are the most difficult person I’ve ever met. When someone doesn’t apologize, you say they’re unrepentant and want to break up; when they do apologize, you say they used to be so cool and now they’re not, and you want to break up anyway?"

Bai Wei wanted to argue but found herself at a loss for words. In the end, she simply covered her face and looked away from Fu Han.

For a moment, Bai Wei’s living room fell into exceptional silence, so quiet that they could hear each other’s heartbeats.

Fu Han shook her head silently, full of resignation, "I feel like you never truly loved Luo Qinghe in the first place. What you liked was an illusion, a Luo Qinghe you fantasized about in your own mind. Now that you’ve discovered he’s different from what you thought, you don’t love him anymore."

"I don’t know, but I’ve been with him for a while, and I really have been happy," Bai Qian said painfully as she grabbed at her hair, messing up her shoulder-length locks into a bird’s nest, looking particularly ridiculous.

Fu Han sighed deeply again, "Bai Wei, I think you should really reconsider your relationship with Luo Qinghe; if you can’t handle being wronged, and can’t bear to see him humble himself before you, then I think you shouldn’t torment Luo Qinghe anymore."

"Torment?" Bai Wei immediately bristled, slapping Fu Han’s shoulder indignantly, "Why do you say I’m tormenting Luo Qinghe? I feel like he’s the one who’s tormenting me."

"That hurts!" Fu Han cried out dramatically, moving to the side to dodge Bai Wei’s next slap while saying helplessly, "How are you not tormenting Luo Qinghe? You were the one who chased after him in the first place, not him bothering you; and now, Qinghe is the one apologizing for his mistakes. He’s trying to make things right; you should take it and be content."

"But..." Bai Wei’s face was full of defiance as she rebutted, "That doesn’t make it okay, Luo Qinghe also said he wanted to be lifelong friends with Nan Qing, it was he who first troubled my mind."

Fu Han’s mind immediately conjured an image of Luo Qinghe sitting alone on a huge sofa set at Huating No.1. Despite his height over one meter eighty, on that day Luo Qinghe seemed particularly small, nestled into the sofa.

It was also on that day that Fu Han and Luo Qinghe went out for barbecue. Fu Han asked him whether he liked Nan Qing or Bai Wei more. At the time, Luo Qinghe did not answer, and after leaving him with a few harsh words, she walked away.

Actually, thinking back, Fu Han felt she had been quite harsh by walking away like that—if Luo Qinghe had drunk too much and something had happened that day, how would she explain to Bai Wei?

But on the other hand, while the Luo Qinghe of that day couldn’t clarify whether he loved Nan Qing or Bai Wei, today’s Luo Qinghe could accurately say his feelings for Bai Wei were romantic love, and for Nan Qing, friendship.

Fu Han knew Luo Qinghe well, aware he was not one to speak without thinking, and also knew Luo Qinghe was too proud to lie—indicating that what Luo Qinghe said was the truth.

Thinking of this, Fu Han turned to look at Bai Wei, who still had her eyebrows tightly furrowed, as if facing a tremendous dilemma.

Fu Han smiled and patted Bai Wei on the shoulder, "Alright, stop agonizing over this. Since you’ve already decided to call off your engagement ceremony, I’ll go explain to your aunt and uncle right away, don’t worry, they will handle it well; oh, and I’ll also speak to your manager to make sure this won’t affect your career."

"You..." Bai Wei trembled with anger, glaring at Fu Han through gritted teeth, "If you dare to talk, you’re no longer my friend."

"I’m not your friend to begin with, I’m your sister," Fu Han retorted, unfazed by the threat and even laughing louder.

"I don’t care, you’re not allowed to say anything," Bai Wei insisted with flushed cheeks, "Also, don’t meddle in this, I’ll handle it myself."

"Alright, alright, I get your point," Fu Han said, clapping her hands and standing up to walk towards the door; her hand already on the doorknob, she suddenly turned back, "I get your point. The engagement ceremony in a few days will go ahead as planned, I’ll try on my dress tomorrow to see if it looks good."

After making that statement, Fu Han didn’t linger and turned to leave.

Only Bai Wei was left in the room, her face burning red, but her expression was not one of anger, rather it seemed more like bashfulness.

She fished out her phone from beneath a pillow and checked it. There were no messages from the person she was hoping to hear from; she tucked the phone back beneath the pillow with a look of disappointment.

In truth, some of what Fu Han said made sense, but that wasn’t what Bai Wei was really thinking—it was just that there were other issues on her mind, ones she didn’t feel comfortable sharing with Fu Han.