Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 673 - 674: Mutual Affection

Chapter 673: Chapter 674: Mutual Affection

She had been better off not saying anything, but once she spoke so frankly, it made Fu Han feel even more heartbroken. She reached out, intending to pull Nan Qing into her embrace.

But she didn’t, realizing that a hug could only comfort a child. An embrace could not heal an adult.

Fu Han’s soft voice began to rise, "Nan Qing, I want to tell you some things about He Xing, Xia Ning, and myself. Perhaps after you hear them, you will know that what I say is sincere and that I never lied to you."

"He Xing and I knew each other first. Less than two years later, Xia Ning’s mother died saving He Xing, and that’s when Xia Ning came into our lives. Xia Ning was younger than me by a bit, but she was precocious. I think she probably liked He Xing from the moment she saw him. As for me, I don’t remember when I started liking He Xing."

"The first time I met Xia Ning, she bullied me. She yanked the hairpin from my hair, threw it onto the ground, and stepped on it. I was just a few years old at the time and didn’t know to go tell an adult. I ended up scuffling with Xia Ning, until He Xing arrived. Xia Cheng sided with Xia Ning, saying I was the troublemaker, and He Xing believed him. He scolded me and told me not to fight with Xia Ning anymore, saying she was younger and that I should give in to her."

"How could He Xing be like that?" Nan Qing couldn’t contain her anger, clenching her fists and puffing up as she said, "Next time I see He Xing, I’ll take revenge for you."

Fu Han gave a bitter smile, a touch of helplessness in her voice, "Such occurrences were countless in my growing process. The scores between Xia Ning and me are impossible to settle because I was not weak. I would pull off her hair ribbons, and she would throw my shoes down the mountain; just as she would use a small knife to slash my skirt, and tear up my finished homework."

"You did well, at least you fought back," Nan Qing laughed, her face filled with admiration.

"To survive in a harsh environment, if I had no ability to fight back at all, I might be living miserably now," Fu Han sighed, her voice as boundless as the night outside the window, tempting one to let go yet incapable of doing so.

The words she uttered were like the extended voiceover in an old movie, filled with a sadness so profound it could not dissipate, "Perhaps you think He Xing has been good to me, and it’s normal for you to misunderstand because when you met He Xing, he was no longer the He Xing of the past."

"What was He Xing like before?" Nan Qing asked softly, her beautiful big eyes a mix of heartache, confusion, and of course, anger.

"The He Xing of the past," Fu Han tilted her head slightly upward, a beautiful chandelier above her casting a warm, somewhat dazzling light, yet she did not avert her gaze.

"At that time, I didn’t know who He Xing held in his heart. I only knew I liked him and wanted to be good to him with all my might, to be with him forever. But his heart was hard to understand. It was difficult to elicit a smile from him regardless of what I did. Back then, I genuinely didn’t know if he liked me or Xia Ning. Even now, I don’t know where I found the courage to like him for so many years, to give my all to be good to him."

"If I hadn’t heard it from you, I might really think that He Xing was pursuing you," Nan Qing lamented, "but now the tables have turned, and you have the upper hand."

Upon hearing this, Fu Han didn’t feel happy; in fact, she felt a bit sad. Love was never about who had the upper hand or who won; what she wanted was an equal love, one with undivided attention.

"When I was eighteen, my grandfather asked what I wanted for my birthday gift. I said I wanted to marry He Xing," Fu Han’s beautiful face flushed faintly, "I still don’t know where I got the courage to say such a thing at the time. I hadn’t even considered what I would do if my grandfather refused, but thankfully he preserved my dignity."

"You’re truly brave. If it were me, I couldn’t do it," Nan Qing said with sincere admiration.

"It wasn’t bravery, it was recklessness," Fu Han said with a wry smile, "To ask to marry He Xing without having communicated with him in advance, although He Xing didn’t refuse, our relationship didn’t inherently depend on the engagement. Nothing changed. In fact, the engagement made Xia Ning’s hostility toward me even stronger."

"Then..." Nan Qing imagined what Fu Han’s past must have been like, her heart filled with extra sympathy, "Have you talked to He Xing about it?"

"I haven’t," Fu Han said with a smile, like a rose blooming amidst ruins—beautiful, yet shrouded in a thick layer of dust, "What’s the use of saying it? He Xing, my brother, would only say, as before, that Xia Ning’s actions were a child’s prank, that she meant no harm. The most important thing is that he’s very busy with his work, and he has neither the time nor the energy to deal with my matters."

"But..." Nan Qing opened her mouth anxiously, eager to speak.

Fu Han slightly tilted her head, interrupting Nan Qing, "I’m not telling you this because I want your comfort, Nan Qing. What I want to say is that maybe because I’ve already used up all my courage in the past without getting the result I wanted, I am angry but not enraged by what happens between He Xing and Xia Ning. I don’t want to try for our relationship anymore."

"Don’t you think that’s a pity?" Nan Qing still couldn’t accept it, speaking excitedly, "After so many years of feelings between you two, I still hope you can be together."

"I hope so too," Fu Han blinked playfully, her smile utterly adorable, "I never said I would give up on He Xing. I just said I wouldn’t fight with Xia Ning anymore. If He Xing wants to be with me, then it’s up to him to make the effort."

"So that’s it, you scared me to death," Nan Qing said, patting her chest, looking greatly relieved.

Fu Han laughed again, her eyes steadfastly fixed on Nan Qing, "I no longer have the courage to be crazy for love; but you do. Even though you were so deeply hurt by Su Cheng, when you met Wang Yixuan, you still had the capacity to love, whether it was Su Cheng or Wang Yixuan, you gave it your all, and I think that’s great."

"I think so too," Nan Qing also smiled, her round face inherently cute, her laughter more infectious, "And Wang Yixuan is different from Su Cheng, right? Su Cheng didn’t have me in his eyes, but Wang Yixuan likes me, I know that."

"You can feel whether someone truly loves you," Fu Han smiled, patting Nan Qing’s shoulder firmly, "It’s really hard to find someone who loves you back. You need to cherish it well."