Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 676 - 677: Dare You Say You Don’t Love Her?

Chapter 676: Chapter 677: Dare You Say You Don’t Love Her?

Wang Yixuan looked deeply at Fu Han but said nothing.

In the quiet corridor of the 22nd floor at Huating No.1, only the two of them stood under the dim glow of a lamp overhead, which enveloped their bodies but somehow failed to illuminate their cheeks.

Fu Han’s face was indistinct, yet her eyes shone exceptionally bright, "Wang Yixuan, do you dare to say you don’t love Nan Qing? If you dare, then I’ll let you leave!"

For a moment, Wang Yixuan’s body stiffened, like a noble tree that would never bend its proud posture, or perhaps like a body frozen solid in the cold wind.

On the other hand, Fu Han keenly seized on Wang Yixuan’s mental vulnerability, relentlessly saying, "Wang Yixuan, do you know how rare it is in this world for two hearts to yearn for each other? You can give up love for freedom, and she can give up freedom for love. Whatever choice you make, I won’t interfere, but Nan Qing also has the right to make her own choices; if you want to leave I can’t stop you, but Nan Qing must ask. Before you go, you must tell me where you are going, or else I will stop you until Nan Qing wakes up."

Wang Yixuan was stunned, staring deeply at Fu Han for a long while without speaking.

A silent standoff began to spread between them; they looked at each other, Fu Han’s gaze sharp as a judge’s, carrying an immense lethality; Wang Yixuan’s gaze was quiet as the ocean, seemingly calm without a ripple, but underneath, a turbulent undercurrent raged, invisible to all.

After what seemed like an eternity, a thousand waves surged in the ocean, a power so strong it felt capable of overturning the entire sea surface.

A subtle change came over Fu Han’s expression, as if she was relieved but also as if all her strength had dissipated into smoke.

Minutes later, the elevator door opened, and Wang Yixuan entered with a backpack slung over his shoulder, his expression somber; in the instant before the door closed, he waved to Fu Han.

Fu Han also waved, her lips moving slightly, what she said was, "See you next time!"

She only mimed the words without making a sound, but Wang Yixuan’s expression visibly changed, his long eyelashes fluttering but unable to hide his tearful eyes.

The night returned to its peaceful state, leaving only Fu Han in the narrow, empty corridor, accompanied only by the warm light hanging overhead and, not quite, the red numbers dancing on the lift display to keep her company.

Finally, when that number turned to the first floor, the sigh Fu Han had been concealing deep in her heart escaped; it was a whisper, like that of a person oppressed for a long, long time finally finding release for their emotions.

She stood silently in front of the elevator for roughly two minutes. Although it was nearly spring, the night was still a bit cold, and she was only wearing a thin flannel pajama set, her body soon chilled to the bone, without a hint of sensation.

Turning around was difficult for Fu Han, as she realized her hands and feet had also gone cold.

The door to apartment 2201 was open, like a monster lurking in the night, waiting for a lost soul to inadvertently wander in and become an easy meal.

The room used to represent warmth and friendship to Fu Han; but now, this apartment signified a heavy responsibility, an indissoluble worry to her.

Several times Fu Han thought about turning around and leaving, but she didn’t. Since Wang Yixuan had chosen her to convey this dreadful news to Nan Qing, she would not shirk her duty.

Fu Han walked step by step into the room, not turning on the lights but moving forward entirely by instinct, groping her way so deftly that she didn’t take a single wrong step and managed to arrive back at her own room without error.

Upon entering her room, a wave of warmth greeted her, and she felt much more comfortable, the temperature in her body gradually returning.

It was still a night black as ink, and even with her eyes wide open, Fu Han could clearly hear Nan Qing’s breathing—steady, indicating the high quality of her sleep.

Fu Han’s mouth curved into a sweet smile regardless of what tomorrow may bring; at least she should let Nan Qing have a good sleep for a few more days.

Feeling around for the edge of the bed, she returned to her place and lay down.

Exhausted as she was, she couldn’t understand why, now that she could finally sleep, sleep eluded her.

For the first time, Fu Han spent the entire night with her eyes wide open, lying there, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, doing nothing else, not even touching her phone.

Staying awake until dawn was something Fu Han had only ever heard of, but now that she had actually experienced it, she truly understood the kind of emotions that made a sleepless night inevitable.

After who knows how long, a faint light began to seep through the gaps in the curtains, signaling to Fu Han that daybreak had come. Winter mornings start late, so this meant it was not early anymore.

Fu Han rolled over to look at Nan Qing sleeping beside her; even though her vision wasn’t clear, she could still make out the contours of Nan Qing’s face.

It had to be said that Nan Qing had a very peaceful sleeping posture, barely moving all night. At that moment, she lay there quietly, her pure white face like an unblemished piece of jade.

Her long eyelashes slightly curled, casting a large shadow beneath her eyelids—if one looked closely, one could see a slight upturn of Nan Qing’s mouth, the curve of a smile.

A flicker of anxiety crossed Fu Han’s face. She really wanted to wake Nan Qing, but as she had said, she couldn’t bear to do it—for Nan Qing might never again have such a pleasant moment after awakening.

Suddenly, Nan Qing’s eyelashes trembled slightly. Fu Han watched her with bated breath until she finally opened her eyes.

Seeing Fu Han, Nan Qing asked with a sleepy voice, "Fu Han, why are you up so early? Is there something you’re looking at me for?"

"Hurry up and get up. I’ll talk to you on the way in the car," said Fu Han as she pulled Nan Qing out of bed and pushed her quickly into her own room, urging her to get dressed.

Fu Han also returned to her room and began changing out of her pajamas, only then realizing that she had slept the whole night in her underwear, never feeling any discomfort.

Neither Fu Han nor Nan Qing were the kind of girls who took hours to leave the house. Under Fu Han’s urging that day, they were out the door in just over ten minutes, a new record for them.

As they left, Fu Han pulled along a suitcase. Nan Qing glanced at it, recognizing it as the one she usually used for traveling. Thinking that whatever belonged to her was for Fu Han to use, Nan Qing didn’t bother to ask any questions.