Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 690 - 692: The Prettiest Girl

Chapter 690: Chapter 692: The Prettiest Girl

"That’s more like it." Bai Wei smiled, seemingly very satisfied with Luo Qinghe’s response. But the next second, she felt she had laughed without enough reserve, and coughed dryly before saying unnaturally, "I haven’t even put on makeup yet, I’ll look even better after I do."

"Yes, yes, yes, you’re right," Luo Qinghe exceptionally didn’t know whether it was an epiphany or being charmed by Bai Wei today as he hovered around her, "On the day of our engagement, you will definitely be the prettiest girl in the world."

Bai Wei’s eyebrows arched, once again nitpicking as she expressed her dissatisfaction, "So what you’re saying is that normally, I’m not the prettiest person in the world to you? Then tell me who, in your heart, is the prettiest? Is it Nan Qing?"

Fu Han had resolved to be an unemotional bystander, and she understood that Bai Wei’s nitpicking was just her way of seeking affirmation from Luo Qinghe. Thus, she didn’t find Bai Wei arrogant, but rather endearing.

However, as soon as Bai Wei mentioned Nan Qing’s name, Fu Han’s keen senses detected something amiss; indeed, Luo Qinghe’s face changed, clearly becoming unpleasant.

Looking at Bai Wei, she likely regretted mentioning Nan Qing as soon as the words left her mouth; her complexion also changed, showing a hint of regret, yet she stubbornly tried not to let it show.

It was understandable, just like Fu Han would instinctively feel physical discomfort upon hearing Xia Ning’s name, it was not too much to consider Nan Qing a little knot in Bai Wei’s heart, being Luo Qinghe’s object of unrequited love for over a decade.

Time slowed as Fu Han, acting before Luo Qinghe could speak, stepped between them and flicked Bai Wei’s forehead with her finger.

Pretending to be angry, Fu Han said, "Why do you have to bring up the most inopportune things? You and Nan Qing are both my good friends; to me, both of you are very pretty. As for Luo Qinghe, now that you are in his heart, of course he finds you the prettiest. But if he actually spoke ill of Nan Qing, you’d probably be upset later, accusing him of disparaging her because he couldn’t get her love."

"I..." Bai Wei, though simple enough to realize Fu Han was helping her save face, pulled at her stiff smile, managing a forced one that was uglier than crying.

She looked past Fu Han’s shoulder at Luo Qinghe, beginning with difficulty, "I... didn’t mean that. I genuinely think Nan Qing is also very pretty, so I wanted to compare myself with her. Don’t be angry, please."

Fu Han immediately turned to blink at Luo Qinghe, genuinely worried he’d ignore the out Bai Wei offered and instead take the chance to lose his temper.

On the other side, Luo Qinghe glanced at Fu Han and then looked past her shoulder at Bai Wei, "I won’t be angry, your concern is because you care about me; I care about you too, you’re as important to me as my parents. We’re going to spend our lifetime together, so don’t worry about this anymore, let the past be the past."

The smiles spread like droplets of cinnabar seeping into clear water, starting from the corners of Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe’s lips, beautifying them both.

Observing them both, Fu Han’s mood lifted; her visit today wasn’t in vain, as she successfully helped Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe reconcile and also averted any potential disputes between them, which she found quite satisfying.

Bai Wei tried on several dresses, eventually choosing three of her favorite gowns for her engagement ceremony.

The three gowns she chose were all stunning, the kind that identified the occasion as an engagement ceremony, formal enough to be distinguished from wedding dresses yet balanced to avoid overshadowing them.

Luo Qinghe, however, didn’t try on a single outfit, simply instructing the tailor to pair three suits with Bai Wei’s dresses for him, which was sufficient.

For someone like Luo Qinghe, who regularly exercised and had an excellent physique, not to mention a handsome face, there really was no need for a fitting, as he was the perfect mannequin for any attire.

Fu Han had originally planned to wear only a pale pink silk dress for the day, but Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo firmly disagreed, stating that one outfit was too few. So in the end, Fu Han chose an additional pale green lace cheongsam dress.

Against Bai Wei’s three gowns—two white and one bright red—Fu Han deliberately avoided the same color; on that day, Bai Wei was the only one who should wear white. She couldn’t steal the spotlight.

Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo’s outfits for the day were custom-made abroad and had already been brought back, eliminating the need for fittings.

Thus, they quickly finished the dress selection process and moved on to dining.

Luo Qinghe suggested dining at his family’s hotel, the same one that Bai Wei had passed by on their return to the country and had remarked was delicious. It was also the venue for their engagement in two days.

Fu Han wasn’t picky about food; as long as it tasted good, that was enough. So she had no objections and followed everyone toward the hotel.

On the way to the hotel, although Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei politely invited Fu Han to travel in Luo Qinghe’s car; Fu Han was not the type to be spurned and directly refused their offer, bending down and sliding into Fu Xingbo’s vehicle instead.

The journey was genuinely awkward for Fu Han. Everyone else was paired up, and she was the sole single presence, a third wheel regardless of whose car she chose.

For instance, now seated in the back seat, she was diligently trying to lower her presence but still caught several moments of Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian’s affection, such as sharing a straw for drinks or Bai Qian wiping Fu Xingbo’s lips and stealing a kiss.

Fu Han contemplated for the umpteenth time in her heart that if she and He Xing could be this affectionate at her aunt and uncle’s age, it would be such a blissful thing.

The nightlife in A City was even more vibrant than during the day, with shops on both sides wide open and dazzling lights making the city brighter than in daylight.

Luo Qinghe’s car was eye-catching, with the wheels making a resounding noise on the pavement, drawing glances from pedestrians on both sides.

Bai Wei had long since been accustomed to such attention and took out a prepared mask from her purse, putting it on. That way, even if people noticed the car, it was unlikely that they would recognize her.

Luo Qinghe steered with one hand, the other holding Bai Wei’s hand and swinging it gently, his sharply contoured chin bearing a tender smile. "Xiaowei, what would you like to eat later?"

Hidden behind her mask, Bai Wei’s mouth didn’t stop moving, utterly lost in love like a little girl in over her head. Heaven knows that during their recent fights, although Bai Wei had the upper hand, she didn’t even feel like smiling, unsure of Luo Qinghe’s heart as her own feelings were too conflicted to see clearly.