Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 678 - 680: A Wonderful Breakfast

Chapter 678: Chapter 680: A Wonderful Breakfast

The weather today seems very warm; Fu Han stepped out without checking the weather report and donned a short, fruit-green down jacket at random, only to feel a bit hot at this moment.

She unzipped her jacket upon exiting the elevator, revealing a simple-designed, beige knit sweater underneath with nothing but a row of tiny pearls adorning the collar.

Fu Han doesn’t like flashy clothes; the only reason she likes this sweater is because it’s of good quality and comfortable to wear.

Along the way, she encountered many staff members, each of whom greeted Fu Han energetically, and many actively mentioned that He Xing was waiting for her in the office.

Everyone working at Cheng Yihan knew about the relationship between Fu Han and He Xing, and of course, they were also aware of their boss, Su Cheng’s fondness for Fu Han.

With a smile for everyone who greeted her, Fu Han’s mood improved the closer she got to the office, feeling as if with every step she took, she moved one step closer to happiness.

The door to her office was open; she was eager to enter, but upon reaching the doorway, she suddenly stopped. She found herself wanting to know what He Xing did when she wasn’t around.

Peeking her head around the door, Fu Han immediately spotted He Xing sitting on the sofa, his head bowed as he fiddled with his phone, seemingly engrossed in something.

His fringe slightly drooped, with a few strands of hair resting on his long eyelashes, making his already thick lashes seem like a mini fan.

Golden light streamed through the window, illuminating He Xing’s face, where a circle of faint fuzz refracted the light, as if the glow emanated from within his cheeks.

Fu Han’s heart softened instantly, her lips curling into a smile, her mood turning playful. She suddenly wanted to find out what He Xing normally did on his phone—was he reading news or chatting with someone?

She tiptoed, leaning against the door frame to get a better look, but all she saw was He Xing staring at a photograph they had just taken together—their cars parked side by side.

It was truly a casually taken photograph by Fu Han, meant simply to share with He Xing; professionally speaking, the technique used in this shot did not do justice to her status as a photographer; indeed, one could say the photo was unworthy of her title.

The only praise that could be given to the photograph might be that the pink and black hues matched well—nothing more.

However, no matter what, the fact that He Xing liked her photograph was something that delighted Fu Han.

She rapped her knuckles gently on the door, an action so crisp, it was like the ringing of a school bell.

He Xing quickly looked back, his eyes as cold as winter stars landing on Fu Han’s face, and a smile began to spread across his face, coloring it as if paint on a canvas.

"Xiaohan, you’re back?"

While speaking, He Xing already stood up, walked over to Fu Han, and naturally took her hand, leading her back to the sofa.

Today, Fu Han was unusually compliant, sitting obediently next to He Xing and curiously asking, "Why did you come over today?"

"I didn’t bring you breakfast yesterday, so I came to make up for it today," He Xing said with a smile, pointing to the table Fu Han used to brew coffee and tea. "If you hadn’t come soon, this all would have gotten cold."

A few minutes later, He Xing had opened all the breakfast he brought, and the rich aroma of food started to fill the office, becoming ever so inviting.

Fu Han’s stomach considerately growled then, and it was only at that moment she realized she was already quite hungry.

That’s not surprising, considering she hadn’t slept at all last night; on top of helping Nan Qing pack, she had also been pondering the situation between Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan—staying awake indeed drains more energy than sleeping.

Especially since she had driven Nan Qing to the airport early in the morning. The round trip took over an hour. She rarely drove, and combined with the lack of sleep, it had been quite exhausting for her.

Fu Han said "thank you" and picked up a small bowl, immediately snatching a Crab Bun and dipping it into the sauce before taking a bite. With the bun still in her mouth, she mumbled unintelligibly, "This is delicious, where did you buy them?"

"I didn’t buy them; Auntie from home made them," He Xing said, doting as he looked at her, his eyes tender as if dripping with moisture. "Our family changed chefs recently, didn’t we? She used to be a head chef at a five-star hotel. How do you think her cooking is?"

"Much tastier than the previous auntie," Fu Han said with a cocked head and an especially cute smile. "Thinking about it now, why did we let that auntie cook for us for so many years?"

He Xing was amused by her comment, curving his finger to scrape playfully at Fu Han’s delicate nose, his face showing deep affection. "It’s all because of you. Every time the cook asked if you liked the food, you always said it was tasty."

Fu Han was in the midst of battling her second Crab Bun when she heard this and suddenly felt the Crab Bun in her mouth wasn’t as delicious as before.

She gave He Xing an exasperated look. "Can you blame me? When she asked, could I say it wasn’t tasty? Besides, I genuinely thought the flavor was acceptable."

"You’re just too kind-hearted," He Xing said as he ruffled Fu Han’s hair, placing another Crab Bun in her small bowl, coaxing her like a child, "Eat up, or it’ll get cold."

Fu Han smiled, bowed her head slightly, one hand holding back her hair to avoid touching the food, the other delicately holding her chopsticks, and she began eating again, bite by bite.

The Crab Bun was indeed one of her favorites since she was young; she is a person of longstanding affections, and her love for certain foods hardly changes.

The variety of dishes the previous cook made wasn’t as extensive as that of the current one, but her attitude was quite earnest, and she was very dedicated to her cooking. Although the former cook’s Crab Buns weren’t as tasty as those from specialized shops, they were nevertheless decent, and eating them once a week, Fu Han never found them tiresome.

Perhaps it was for this reason that everyone in the He Family knew that Fu Han’s favorite breakfast was the Crab Bun, and today’s selection was prepared by the chef under He Xing’s direction.

He Xing had brought a four-tier insulated box, with each layer containing three small, cute Crab Buns, like ingots hidden inside a box.

The characteristic of homemade Crab Buns is having thin skins and ample filling, seasoned according to one’s personal taste.

The Crab Buns made by the new chef at the He Family were just that, tailored entirely to Fu Han’s palate. After one bite, she longed for another, eating continuously without feeling scarce.

When the last layer of Crab Buns was finished, Fu Han still smacked her lips with lingering satisfaction.

Seeing her like this made He Xing’s heart melt; he wrapped his arms around Fu Han, asking in an extremely gentle voice, "Xiaohan, are you full now?"