Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 689 - 691: Finally Made Up

Chapter 689: Chapter 691: Finally Made Up

"You’re in a relationship with him, so, of course, you’d take his side," Bai Wei said bluntly, cutting off Fu Han’s words. She walked past Fu Han towards the dressing room, adding, "I couldn’t care less about He Xing’s opinion."

A flush of red slowly rose on Fu Han’s cheeks. She coughed awkwardly a couple of times and said helplessly, "Did I ever say that He Xing was the one coming to see you? It’s Luo Qinghe who wanted to come and have a look. He’s almost here, it’s up to you whether you want him to see or not."

Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei had been in a quarrel for days. During that time, Luo Qinghe even took the initiative to reach out to Bai Wei, hoping to reconcile, but Bai Wei was too angry, and their conversation ended up failing to mend their relationship.

Today was the day Bai Wei came to try on clothes. Luo Qinghe had known about it long beforehand, but on the way here, his car had a flat tire, which wasted a lot of his time. With no other options, he had to ask Fu Han for a favor.

Although Fu Han had ended their argument that night on bad terms with Luo Qinghe, she couldn’t make things too tense, considering he was someone Bai Wei liked. Besides, she had repeatedly confirmed that Luo Qinghe’s affection was truly for Bai Wei and not Nan Qing; otherwise, Fu Han wouldn’t bother helping.

Bai Wei was already holding back the curtain to the dressing room when she heard this. She abruptly stopped, turned back awkwardly to look at Fu Han, and said unnaturally, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Is there a need for me to lie about this?" Fu Han, in a rare mood for mischief, said with a meaningful glance at Bai Wei, somewhat gloating, "If I were lying about this, wouldn’t it just expose itself when he doesn’t show up?"

"That does make sense," Bai Wei nodded, her cheeks reddening with an unnamed blush. She coughed awkwardly and stepped up to Fu Han’s side, poking her in the waist with a finger, "Since when did you start playing these games? Keeping everything so secret and thoroughly concealed."

Fu Han glanced back at Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian, who were whispering together. A sly smile appeared on her lips, "I think you two can end this cold war already, you’re about to get engaged, after all."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Bai Wei scoffed, but her expression clearly read ’guilty,’ which sadly didn’t match the commanding aura of her outfit.

Hearing her say that did not anger Fu Han, who casually brushed her bangs, looking calm and composed as she responded, "If you insist on that view, then I’ll just call Luo Qinghe and have him not come over."

After she finished speaking, she really started to search for her phone in her small bag, not looking like she was joking at all.

Bai Wei’s complexion changed drastically. Without any visible effort, she snatched Fu Han’s phone away; her face growing even more awkward, she stammered, "I mean... I didn’t mean anything by that, I just think... I think it’s okay for him to come and have a look. I look this good; why should I be afraid of being seen?"

"That’s more like it." Fu Han didn’t call out Bai Wei’s feigned composure, but she couldn’t contain the triumphant smile that came with a successful scheme, her eyes dancing like a cunning fox in the woods.

Bai Wei realized then that she had been tricked, but given her current guilt, she knew she couldn’t win if she kept bickering with Fu Han. Full of frustration, she had no choice but to hold it in.

Minutes later, Luo Qinghe sent a message saying he had arrived, asking if he could come up.

He had approached the situation with so much caution, giving Bai Wei plenty of face. She adjusted her skirt modestly, saying to Fu Han, "Considering how pitiful he’s being, let him come up. Tell him I agreed."

"You’re quite good at putting on a show," Fu Han covered her mouth and laughed, whispering to Bai Wei, "Now, you hide in the dressing room until Luo Qinghe arrives. Then, pretend you just finished changing and dazzle him completely."

Bai Wei approved of the idea immediately, lifting her skirt and scurrying back to the dressing room, calling two people to follow her inside—after all, it’s best to commit to the act.

Less than two minutes later, footsteps resounded on the staircase. Fu Han, along with her uncle and aunt, looked towards the source of the sound. It was indeed Luo Qinghe who had arrived.

Luo Qinghe, as usual, was impeccable in both his fashion sense and looks that day. He had cut his hair a bit shorter. His slightly curly mid-length hair matched his jade-like cheeks, making him look like the handsome male lead from an idol drama.

Just from the perspective of a photographer, Fu Han honestly felt that Luo Qinghe’s face was also greatly favored by the heavens. Despite being thirty years old, he looked young enough to pass for twenty-five.

Fu Han glanced at the nearby dressing room and smiled slightly. Perhaps she understood why Bai Wei was so taken with him.

"Uncle, auntie, good evening," Luo Qinghe greeted everyone politely and, after receiving responses, looked at Fu Han with slightly furrowed brows, "Where’s Bai Wei?"

"She’s trying on clothes," Fu Han said without a trace of a blush on her face, "She’ll probably be out in no time, just wait a bit more."

Actually, she couldn’t help but laugh to herself; it turns out she could act too, and not too shabbily at that.

With a swish, someone pulled the dressing room curtain open, and Bai Wei appeared again in front of everyone, obviously for the first time in front of Luo Qinghe.

Fu Han had already seen Bai Wei, but now she was even more interested in Luo Qinghe’s reaction.

Luo Qinghe instantly turned his head to look at Bai Wei upon hearing the sound. His pupils dilated sharply at the sight of her, his eyes glued to her face like they were stuck with glue, and his mouth opened slightly, rendering him a perfect fool.

Not just Fu Han, but even Bai Wei herself was pleased with Luo Qinghe’s reaction. She walked towards him with a smile brimming with challenge, "What are you staring at? I didn’t dress up for you."

Luo Qinghe finally snapped back to reality, stood up slowly, and approached Bai Wei, stopping less than a meter away from her, his face filled with amazement, "Xiaowei, you... you look beautiful today."

"Only today?" Bai Wei raised an eyebrow as her beautiful face fell.

Fu Han covered her mouth and laughed silently, thinking there was a good show to watch. Truly, nothing was more enjoyable than being a spectator to drama; if the main characters were her and He Xing, her mood wouldn’t be the same at all, and she would not be so at ease.

"No, no, that’s not what I meant," Luo Qinghe waved his hands frantically, saying anxiously, "I mean, you always look good, it’s just that today you look especially stunning."