Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 706: Chapter 709: Staring Too Closely

So who was the kind soul behind this rapid response?

As she was lost in her thoughts, her phone rang. Bai Wei glanced at the caller ID and tossed the phone to Fu Han: "Your He Xing is really keeping a close watch on you, calling so early in the morning."

Fu Han’s face had already turned red. She cleared her throat, took the phone, and turned to leave the room.

The hotel today was reserved exclusively for the engagement ceremony. To prevent journalists from posing as customers and "disrupting" Bai Wei’s wedding, the hotel had stopped accommodating guests since yesterday.

Thus, the corridor was empty, which provided Fu Han with a relatively quiet space. She walked to the end of the hallway before answering the call: "Hello, what do you want?"

The call was from He Xing, whose voice, cool yet warm, rang out: "Have you seen the news about me online?"

If they hadn’t argued yesterday, Fu Han would’ve eagerly shared her feelings with He Xing, but now she was reluctant; the unpleasantness of last night was still vivid in her mind.

Fu Han arched her eyebrows unnaturally and said, "I saw it, what about it?"

"How do you feel after seeing it?" He Xing’s voice rang out, filled with eager anticipation: "Has your mood gotten any better?"

Fu Han’s lips unconsciously began to curve upward, but she still stubbornly said, "How does it matter whether I’m happy or not? Does this have anything to do with you? It’s not like you did these things to cheer me up."

"Who says it wasn’t me?" He Xing’s voice immediately rose, carrying the excitement of someone seeking recognition for a good deed: "You saw the message I sent last night, right? After I left, I dealt with the situation. I discovered that Xia Ning had indeed contacted the journalists in advance to ambush at the Ward; I could’ve found a way to prevent the journalists from showing up, but I didn’t do that. So tell me, wasn’t it my doing?"

Fu Han mused, so that’s what happened. No wonder journalists were blocking the door; it was Xia Ning reaping what she sowed. If everything had gone according to Xia Ning’s plan, the journalists breaking the news of her and He Xing would have forced He Xing, morally and logically, to take care of Xia Ning, effectively cornering him.

But something didn’t add up: how did the online sentiment change so quickly?

She didn’t realize that she had inadvertently voiced her thoughts.

The next second, He Xing’s laughter came through: "Of course, that’s thanks to me. After I knew Xia Ning had brought the journalists to take photos, I made a little arrangement."

He Xing then changed his tone, becoming very serious: "But I’m not like them, making things up. I just took the opportunity to state some facts online; Xiaohan, you saw it too, the people I found stuck to the facts."

Fu Han had intended to maintain a serious demeanor, but she was amused and giggled. That was it, she couldn’t keep a straight face anymore and teased: "That’s not right. I remember you used to defend Xia Ning. Why did you have people speak against her online this time? You even brought up her affair with Yang Kaitai, which I didn’t even know about."

"I didn’t bring those things up; they’ve always been a topic online, just brought up again today," He Xing’s voice suddenly turned cold, like a winter wind sweeping over a frozen lake: "The reason I did this wasn’t only to make you happy, but also to let Xia Ning know that I’m aware of her actions. She doesn’t need to pretend in front of me; I know who truly loves me."

Fu Han’s face turned red, feeling as if He Xing was speaking about her. But indeed, she was hopelessly in love with He Xing and couldn’t refute him.

Then He Xing’s voice came through again, back to being gentle as a mild spring rain: "Xiaohan, I’ll come to find you in a while. What do you want for breakfast? I’ll buy it for you."

A smile appeared on Fu Han’s face, and her voice softened as well: "Anything is fine; I’ll eat whatever you buy."

After hanging up, Fu Han turned around to go back to Bai Wei, but as she did, she saw Luo Qinghe.

He was dressed casually, his hair styled and his face evidently made up. His eyes, thoughtful, rested on Fu Han: "What are you doing here?"

"I..." Fu Han’s blush deepened, and she coughed awkwardly before saying unnaturally: "I... I just stepped out for some fresh air, I... I’ll go back inside."

Luckily, Luo Qinghe didn’t notice Fu Han’s discomfort. He nodded solemnly: "I’ll be very busy today. I’m entrusting Bai Wei to you—make sure to take good care of her for me."

"Of course," Fu Han said with a smile, her expression becoming much warmer: "You’ve had a difficult journey to this point. I’ve seen it all; I’m truly happy for you today."

As they spoke, they had reached the vicinity of Bai Wei’s Makeup Room. Suddenly, Luo Qinghe stopped, and Fu Han halted as well, looking at him with confusion.

Luo Qinghe’s expression grew complex, as if he had something to say but didn’t know how to express it, his face conflicted. noveldrama

His hesitation only piqued Fu Han’s curiosity. She looked at Luo Qinghe with a smile, calmly waiting for what he was about to say.

Almost two minutes passed before Luo Qinghe finally spoke: "Nan Qing... How is Nan Qing doing now with Wang Yixuan?"

"You can’t let go of Nan Qing?" Fu Han’s expression darkened completely, disappointment clearly etched on her face.

"No, that’s not it..." Luo Qinghe became unusually flustered, waving his hands frantically: "That’s not what I meant. I was just... just expressing concern as a friend."

Fu Han remained doubtful, but once she reaffirmed that Luo Qinghe’s feelings for Nan Qing weren’t romantic, she slowly relented.

There wasn’t much to say about the relationship between Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan. It was nothing more than a commonplace love story that was all the sweeter for its banality.

Ultimately, Wang Yixuan couldn’t bear it, or perhaps he had never truly forgotten Nan Qing. Once he knew she had come after him, he found it even harder to be hard-hearted.

Wang Yixuan arrived at the airport ahead of time and didn’t leave. He waited there for Nan Qing.

According to Nan Qing, who later shared with Fu Han, as soon as she got off the plane, she saw Wang Yixuan. He embraced her without a word, and they shared a passionate kiss amidst the hustle and bustle of the airport.

Nan Qing didn’t elaborate on what happened after, but seeing the joy in her eyes and smile, Fu Han knew she didn’t need to ask anymore; Nan Qing herself had said it all.

Fu Han felt genuinely happy for them; Nan Qing had finally received the reward for her efforts, and despite the distance, the couple had reunited at last.