Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 670 - 671: Sweet Love

Chapter 670: Chapter 671: Sweet Love

Nan Qing was very satisfied with this. After all, who wouldn’t want their romance to have more sweetness and fewer messy and unpleasant incidents?

With this thought, Nan Qing looked up slightly at Wang Yixuan, who was ahead of her by half a step. Under the streetlight’s glow, Wang Yixuan’s silhouette seemed so tall, providing Nan Qing with a sense of security.

Suddenly, her heart swelled with confidence. She began to feel that Wang Yixuan was trustworthy. She thought if Wang Yixuan hadn’t left by now, he surely wouldn’t leave; she thought perhaps some things her parents had said hurt Wang Yixuan, but what did it matter? The future was about the two of them together, and she could compensate him doubly.

Nan Qing’s wrist broke free from Wang Yixuan’s grasp, and she took the initiative to clasp his palm instead. When their fingers intertwined, Nan Qing distinctly felt a momentary stiffness in Wang Yixuan’s body.

She quickened her pace to be level with Wang Yixuan, shaking his hand and looking up at him, "You once said you would never leave me. Do you remember?"

Memory took her back to the day in the hospital when she found out she was pregnant. An unmarried woman’s pregnancy was invariably a disgraceful affair, especially since Nan Qing had no prior mental preparation for motherhood. She sat in the hospital corridor with her diagnosis in hand, her face ashen.

They were abroad, vacationing near the equator where the weather was extremely hot. A slight movement would drench you in sweat, making you wish you could shower countless times a day.

Nan Qing remembered wearing a long chiffon dress with a floral print that day, while Wang Yixuan wore a white short sleeve shirt and capri jeans, his hair meticulously groomed, looking very stylish.

Seeing Nan Qing’s pale face, Wang Yixuan squatted down in front of her, held her hands in his, and proposed, "Nan Qing, before I met you, I never thought about staying in one place or with one person for long. But after meeting you, the word ’forever’ suddenly popped into my mind. If you’re willing to marry me, I will stay by your side forever."

For as long as Wang Yixuan said those words, Nan Qing remembered them. This was the first time someone had spoken to her of forever, and she would never forget it.

She had been well-protected by her family since childhood, but she wasn’t a fool. She had the sense to know who was sincere to her and who was not.

And it just so happened that when Wang Yixuan spoke those words, Nan Qing had looked intently at his expression, which clearly showed his heart laid bare before her.

If there was anything that could give her a sense of security now, after losing the child in her womb, it had to be this, it had to be the ’forever’ that Wang Yixuan had spoken of.

Her large eyes looked at Wang Yixuan, filled with undisguised expectancy, affection, and a touch of nervousness and insecurity.

Under such a gaze, Wang Yixuan’s breathing seemed to change. His first reaction was to avoid Nan Qing’s eyes, but ultimately he didn’t look away. Instead, he said deeply, "I said those words, of course I remember."

"That’s great, you remember," Nan Qing exclaimed joyfully, releasing Wang Yixuan’s hand and leaping up to wrap her arms around his neck, giving his cheek a firm kiss, "Wang Yixuan, I also will never, ever leave you."

Wang Yixuan was stunned. He touched the spot on his cheek where Nan Qing had kissed, the only warm spot on his face; the difference in temperature from the rest of his cheek felt significantly higher, as if her lips were flames.

This time, Nan Qing was the one who grabbed Wang Yixuan’s hand. She pulled him along as they ran forward, and after a few steps, she turned back to look at Wang Yixuan with an especially brilliant smile, "Come on, I’m hungry."

Wang Yixuan’s eyes, as cold as frosty stars, suddenly brightened up, as if a dark oil field had suddenly been ignited by a spark, the flames spreading wildly and engulfing the entire field.

He tightened his grip on the small, delicate hand in his palm, fearing that the slightest overexertion might crush it.

One glance at Nan Qing’s hand, and it was clear that she had been raised in luxury, a child who had come out of a honey pot, adored by her parents, the hands of a pampered young lady.

And him? Wang Yixuan clenched his other hand into a fist. You could distinctly feel the thin calluses in his palm, the marks left by life.

His family was indeed average, barely middle class. The little savings they had were all spent to support his pursuit of painting and an art student’s path.

If it weren’t for the sudden departure of his parents from this world, if they hadn’t exchanged their lives for a large sum of wealth for Wang Yixuan, he probably would have become just another unremarkable, unpopular middle-aged man in the city by now.

With mediocre work and no achievements; maybe with a wife and child, or perhaps still a bachelor, content with filling only his own stomach.

But after his parents left this world, he knew that fate had a different plan for his future. With no attachments, he pursued art single-mindedly. Now he was a somewhat famous painter both domestically and internationally, financially independent; plus most of the inheritance from his parents. His life could have been quite carefree and enjoyable.

Yet, he had met Nan Qing, the jewel of the heavens, the only daughter of the Nangong Family, one of the four great families in A City. Although she had no princess title, she was a true princess.

When Wang Yixuan first met Nan Qing, he told himself that she was different from any other girl he had encountered before, not someone he could afford to get involved with.

Reason is understood by all, but not all can follow it.

Wang Yixuan, while reminding himself internally to steer clear of Nan Qing, still fell for her against all odds.

But realistically, if it weren’t for Nan Qing’s unplanned pregnancy, Wang Yixuan wouldn’t have proposed to her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to propose, but he didn’t dare to.

Yes, he was an artist, but he wasn’t a fool. His wealth, status, and position might be quite impressive to the average person, but they paled in comparison to the Nangong Family.

So he earnestly hoped that Nan Qing could successfully give birth to the child, that way he could convince himself to ignore the insurmountable gap between them.

But life is often like this; what you fear the most is likely to happen. The expected and unexpected, the feared—all came to Wang Yixuan.