Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 672 - 673: Something’s Not Right

Chapter 672: Chapter 673: Something’s Not Right

Fu Han keenly felt that Wang Yixuan must have had something important to discuss with her today. An unease settled in her heart; after receiving that message, she had thought countless times of telling Nan Qing, but since Wang Yixuan explicitly told her not to, she ultimately resisted the urge.

However, she resolved that once she figured out what exactly Wang Yixuan wanted, she would carefully consider whether to inform Nan Qing or not. She was Nan Qing’s friend first, and only then Wang Yixuan’s.

After returning to her room in Huating No.1, Fu Han went to bathe and wash her hair as usual. Just as she barely finished drying her hair and was starting her skincare routine, a knock on the door startled her.

Surprised, she thought, "What time is it? Has Nan Qing gone to sleep so early?"

She looked down at her robe. Today, she was not wearing her usual V-neck robe but a pullover fleece pajama set that was thick and warm, which wouldn’t reveal anything even if she wore no underwear beneath it. Of course, to avoid any potential embarrassment, she still wore underwear.

"Coming," Fu Han said, rising to her feet to open the door. Wang Yixuan’s name had already reached the tip of her tongue but she swallowed it back as she faced Nan Qing at the door, smiling stiffly, "Nan Qing, you... why haven’t you slept yet?"

"I can’t sleep; I came here to chat with you," Nan Qing said, walking into the room on her own and scanning it with no particular focus. "He Xing hasn’t slept here recently, right?"

Fu Han was glad Nan Qing didn’t notice anything amiss, but her face blushed at the question. Turning away, she said in a low voice, "What are you talking about? He Xing has never spent the night in my room."

"That’s good," said Nan Qing, calling out before sprawling onto Fu Han’s bed and taking up more than half of it. She patted the space beside her, "Fu Han, come sleep; let’s have a good chat."

"Chat... about what?" Fu Han was heavy with thoughts, inevitably sounding guilty as she spoke. She climbed onto the bed at a leisurely pace, her mind racing as she genuinely didn’t understand what was going on, her questions tumbling out unconsciously, "You... you and Wang Yixuan aren’t having issues, right?"

"Of course not," replied Nan Qing with a smile, tilting her head to look at Fu Han, "Our relationship is fine. I came here to share this good news with you."

At this, Nan Qing sat up, her big eyes blinking rapidly with poorly concealed pride, "Wang Yixuan agreed to me today, saying he will never leave me, as in never. Fu Han, you don’t know how happy I am, I’m so very happy."

"Really?" Fu Han smiled, her heart genuinely happy for Nan Qing, but as she smiled, her mood suddenly became heavy.

If things were as Nan Qing said, why then did Wang Yixuan want to speak with Fu Han alone?

Nan Qing continued, "I felt something was off with Wang Yixuan today, and I was worried he might be thinking of leaving, but it turns out he told me he’d always stay with me."

"He... why would he think of leaving?" Fu Han muttered in confusion beside her, feeling that something wasn’t quite right, but she couldn’t pinpoint what that was.

"Just a feeling," Nan Qing said, shaking her head, her face conflicted, "I don’t know how to explain it, but I’ve felt this way these past few days."

Nan Qing’s fingers twisted the hem of her garment repeatedly, biting her lip hard enough to turn her face red as she murmured, "To be honest, I don’t know how to say this, you have no idea what I’ve been through these days."

Only after Nan Qing spoke did Fu Han understand that although Wang Yixuan had been sleeping in Nan Qing’s room every night, he would leave once Nan Qing fell asleep and return to his own room.

His explanation was that since they were not yet married, they should be mindful and maintain some distance.

Nan Qing felt that since they were bound to marry someday, there was no need to fret over such matters at this point, especially since if they had always been so proper, she would not have gotten pregnant.

Wang Yixuan listened to her words, but it made no difference; he still returned to his own room after Nan Qing fell asleep the next time.

Being a girl with thin skin, Nan Qing couldn’t possibly keep asking Wang Yixuan to live with her all the time, so the matter was dropped.

As Nan Qing spoke, Fu Han listened silently, her feelings growing more complex. She hadn’t realized how much Nan Qing had suffered; for Nan Qing, a miscarriage meant not only the loss of a child but possibly the loss of a lover too.

Finally, Nan Qing stopped speaking. Her face flushed, she hesitated for a long time before looking at Fu Han and asking slowly, "Fu Han, tell me, do I seem desperate?"

"Yes," Fu Han pushed all her thoughts aside and touched Nan Qing’s forehead with a finger, "I don’t think desperate is the right word; it’s more like you are chasing after Wang Yixuan."

Nan Qing’s already flushed face turned a deeper shade of red; she grabbed Fu Han’s hand, her eyes welling up, "Then... do you think what I’m doing is right? Have you... have you ever felt I’m embarrassing myself? I was like this with Su Cheng, and now with Wang Yixuan?"

"Want to hear the truth?" Fu Han raised her eyebrows, looking meaningfully at Nan Qing.

"Of course!" Nan Qing nodded vigorously like a pecking chicken or a primary school student, utterly adorable.

The night outside was pitch black, with not a single star in sight; the room was heated, as warm as spring, with lighting bright as day.

Fu Han and Nan Qing sat on the bed, the pale pink sheets blooming quietly in the night like cherry blossom petals, beautifully tranquil.

In such a lovely atmosphere, Fu Han’s gentle voice was like a piano melody, slowly flowing.

"I don’t think you’re desperate or anything like that. Instead, I find you brave, full of courage; your positive outlook on life is something I admire and envy."

"You really mean that?" Nan Qing’s eyes widened with surprise and joy but also uncertainty.

"Of course, I do," Fu Han took Nan Qing’s hand, looking into her eyes, "Although I’ve never told you, I feel guilty about you in my heart. I’ve always felt that because of me, you and Su Cheng, even though childhood sweethearts, couldn’t end up together."

"That has nothing to do with you," Nan Qing interrupted Fu Han, her smile exceedingly open, "Even if it wasn’t you, there would be someone else. Su Cheng doesn’t like me, it’s always been like that."