Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 667 - 668: Happy Dinner

Chapter 667: Chapter 668: Happy Dinner

But thankfully, Bai Wei’s heartstrings were untangled thanks to Fu Han’s guidance, and she finally understood what was bothering her.

First, she disliked how much attention Luo Qinghe paid to Nan Qing, especially loathing Luo Qinghe’s declaration that he would be friends with Nan Qing for life; to Bai Wei, this sounded as if he would always harbor an unrequited love for Nan Qing.

Second, Bai Wei had indeed idealized Luo Qinghe to the point of absurdity, never having imagined that Luo Qinghe, like any other person, would spend time on the toilet while messing around on his phone; therefore, she found herself unable to accept Luo Qinghe’s lowly attempts to apologize and make amends today, even as the apology was directed at her.

It was because of these reasons that Bai Wei hastily sent Luo Qinghe away amidst the chaos of her emotions. The words she said as she did so truly sounded like those said during a breakup, yet deep down she knew all too well she had never contemplated breaking up with Luo Qinghe.

What troubled Bai Wei was, how could she make Luo Qinghe understand her true feelings?

Moreover, if Luo Qinghe ran out of patience and truly believed they had broken up, what should she do? Should she take the initiative to contact Luo Qinghe?

Of course not, Bai Wei clenched her fists indignantly, thinking, "I am a superstar, why should I be the one to yield and apologize? It should be Luo Qinghe coming to me thrice."

"He definitely won’t do that." Bai Wei muttered to herself in great distress while repeatedly hitting her head with a pillow: "With Luo Qinghe’s temperament, it’s already good enough that he came to coax me once; how could he possibly coax me a second time?"

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Fu Han held onto the waxed staircase handrail as she slowly descended from the second floor. The moment she came into view, the three people in the living room all fixed their eyes on her. Six eyes staring at her, Fu Han felt a great deal of pressure.

She cleared her throat awkwardly and said, "Cough, cough, ask whatever you want to ask."

Bai Qian pulled Fu Han to sit beside her, touching Fu Han’s head eagerly as she asked, "What is actually going on between those two? Are they still planning to get engaged or not?"

"Engagement? Why wouldn’t they?" Fu Han began to smile as she affectionately leaned on Bai Qian’s shoulder, "Auntie, just focus on preparing a grand engagement ceremony for Bai Wei. I just asked her if she wanted to cancel it, she didn’t agree, so that’s quite telling, isn’t it?"

Upon hearing this, the three others all laughed, even He Xing, who was usually stoic, couldn’t help but follow suit. His laughter was simply because Fu Han was laughing too, despite not actually catching what she had said.

After hearing Fu Han’s words, both Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo seemed visibly more relaxed.

The two discussed that even though Luo Qinghe wouldn’t be joining them for dinner that evening, they must still open a bottle of fine wine to celebrate, considering the rarity of having the whole family together for a meal.

Dinner started promptly, as rich and lavish as usual, with most dishes tailored to the tastes of Fu Han and Bai Wei. Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian had not known that He Xing would be joining, so they hadn’t prepared his favorite dishes, but fortunately, he wasn’t picky.

Originally, the plan was for Fu Han to go upstairs and call Bai Wei for dinner, but Fu Han felt there was nothing wrong with Bai Wei and that anyone could go call her. More importantly, Fu Han didn’t want to miss the end of the movie she was watching.

It was He Xing who eventually went upstairs to call Bai Wei. He was very quick, and they appeared downstairs in less than two minutes.

It’s actually quite funny when you think about it. Bai Wei, who had been fearless since childhood, was only truly afraid of her cousin whom she had seldom seen.

Fu Han had noticed this much earlier, as often something that others told Bai Wei would have no effect, but if He Xing simply wore a stern face and said something, Bai Wei would instantly back down and obediently do as he said.

During the dinner, the conversation inevitably touched upon Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe’s wedding planned for a few months later.

Bai Qian served Fu Han a piece of Cola Chicken Wings, "Xiaohan, why don’t you and Bai Wei have your weddings together? It would be so lively."

Fu Han nearly choked on the Cola Chicken Wings that filled her mouth, struggling to speak without suffocating. After gasping for air, she said in disbelief: "Auntie, why are you dragging us into this again?"

She had thought the marriage-pressuring scenarios in TV dramas were exaggerated, yet the same melodramatic scene was now unfolding before her.

As she was contemplating how to redirect the conversation, He Xing nonchalantly interjected, "Xiaohan, I think auntie makes a good point. Wouldn’t it be great for everyone to get married together, so lively."

His words fell, and the gaze of everyone in the room landed on Fu Han; He Xing’s intention was clear, it wasn’t him who was reluctant to marry, but Fu Han. Hence, she was the one to be questioned.

In that moment, the taste of the Cola Chicken Wings in Fu Han’s mouth turned sour, and the atmosphere in the dining room changed, becoming somewhat oppressive and no longer as light-hearted as before.

Smiling wistfully, she said, "Won’t Su Cheng and Bai Wei’s wedding be lively? I don’t believe that for a second. Uncle and auntie will surely give them a bustling celebration."

If anyone asked Fu Han if she was ready to marry He Xing, she would proudly assert that she had been prepared to marry He Xing any minute since she was eighteen.

But if asked why she didn’t hurry up and marry He Xing, she would definitely say she wasn’t ready yet. She truly wasn’t ready, because marriage and dating are not the same; in a relationship, one can simply seek happiness, but marriage carries the weight of responsibility.

Also, in Fu Han’s heart, while she might grudgingly keep He Xing and all sorts of other mess separate during dating, after marriage, He Xing’s burdens were bound to come crashing down on her.

She wasn’t afraid of pressure. Rather, she didn’t want to end up indebted to the Xia Family for saving her life because of their marriage. It would have been fine if it were someone else, but it was the Xia Family and Xia Ning—people she would rather die than entangle with.

As Fu Han pondered how to deflect the topic, Fu Xingbo suddenly spoke up, "Even if you all want Fu Han and Bai Wei to get married together, I don’t agree. They are both my daughters, and I’d dedicate two hundred percent of my effort to prepare for each of their weddings. How could I possibly allow them both to wed at the same time?"

Bai Qian also immediately burst into laughter. She patted Fu Han’s head, "Silly child, it was just a joke, don’t take it seriously. Auntie has no experience in marrying off a daughter. Let’s start by sending Xiaowei off first; who knows how many jokes we might make. When it’s your turn to marry, auntie will be experienced and can give you a splendid wedding."