Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 47 - Appreciate 047 very much

Chapter 47: Appreciate 047 very much

Chapter 47: Appreciate 047 very much

Fu Han and Nan Qing’s chat that evening totaled up to no more than ten minutes, and they didn’t talk about much.

But somehow, something had changed. The invisible barrier that had been between Fu Han and Nan Qing seemed to vanish, and they returned to being close friends who could talk about anything, their relationship even more intimate than before.

Although Fu Han was not particularly emotionally intelligent and had little skill in reading people, she had sharply sensed that there was something amiss between Su Cheng and Nan Qing the day before.

In her heart, Nan Qing held a much higher place than Su Cheng, which is why she chose to have an open and honest talk with Nan Qing. She only did what she thought was right and didn’t want to have any regrets when she looked back in the future.

Fu Han was picky about where she slept, and she woke up before dawn, worrying that her constant turning might disturb Nan Qing, so she simply put on her clothes and came out.

The moment she opened the door, she got a shock—He Xing and Su Cheng lay like two door gods, one on either side on the lounge chairs by the door.

Despite the three chairs lined up side by side, both men were over six-foot-tall and looked quite uncomfortable squeezed onto the small chairs, unable to stretch out their legs.

She smiled to herself, thinking she couldn’t stay here any longer and decided to go downstairs for a walk and buy breakfast for everyone while she was at it.

However, as she passed by He Xing, she accidentally glanced at him and her feet rooted to the spot, unable to move any further.

He Xing curled up on the lounge chair like a cat, with the blanket pressed underneath him. His knees were bent, and he hugged them with both hands, his back hunched.

One half of his face exposed to the air, his long, thick eyelashes cast a shadow over his face like a curtain, further highlighting his jade-like face.

Although Fu Han had seen He Xing’s face for many years and although she now only wanted to get away from him, she still had to admit that He Xing was indeed handsome—in that standout way you’d notice immediately in a crowd.

The standard sword-like eyebrows, long at the tails, gave his whole face a spirited look; his nose was sharp, with a slight hump on the upper bridge that made the profile of his nose all the more intriguing; his lips were thin, neither too pale nor too dark, just like the most ordinary peach blossom in spring.

His collarbone…

As Fu Han shamelessly scrutinized and judged him, suddenly she felt a gaze moving up from below to look at her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly diverted her eyes, stuttering, “You… you’re awake?”

He Xing responded with a teasing tone, “Why did you stop looking? I don’t mind if you look, and it’s no problem if I take off my clothes for you to have a better view.”

Fu Han’s face was already burning, and now it turned as red as a cooked crab. She quickly walked out while unnaturally saying, “Who wants to look at you? I just happened to pass by here. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Is that so?” He Xing propped himself up slightly, looking at Fu Han with a slanted gaze, “I woke up when you opened the door. Oh… perhaps I should have continued to pretend to be asleep, to let you have a good look?”

This movement displayed his neck, collarbone, and a good deal of his chest.

Fu Han quickly covered her eyes and stepped back, “Put on some clothes quickly, it’s really indecent.”

“You’re right,” He Xing didn’t object but instead spoke with a smile, “Indeed, considering I am now a married man, I should uphold some male virtue.”

Fu Han almost spat out blood in shock as she stared at He Xing, stunned. Had this man’s brain been caught in a door? Now he’s talking about male virtue?

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She shook her head, with nothing to say, heading towards the elevator. She desperately needed to find a place with fresh air to cleanse her eyes.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a slender hand reached in, and as the doors opened again, He Xing slipped inside, “Xiaohan, what are you up to? I’ll come with you.”

“Buying breakfast,” Fu Han replied without even lifting her eyes, her gaze fixed on the small plot in front of her, determined not to give He Xing a glance.

The elevator is always the busiest in the morning, stopping almost on every floor. The crowd inside grew bigger, and Fu Han was pushed into a corner, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

Suddenly, He Xing moved to stand opposite her, his hands braced on the elevator walls, creating a small, undisturbed space just for her.

She wanted to retort, but looking up, she saw people behind He Xing frantically pushing forward, and his clothes were getting pulled out of shape.

The heir of the He Group, who always had dozens of bodyguards with him, when had he ever been in such an awkward situation?

Yet, this heir under immense pressure still lowered his head with concern for her, “Xiaohan, how’s your hand, does it hurt?”

Fu Han suddenly felt a sourness in her nose and awkwardly turned her head away, saying in a mosquito-like voice, “I’m fine.”

He Xing smiled, and that smile was like the first lotus blooming in a pond, pure and otherworldly, unsullied as if not meant for this world.

At this moment, Fu Han could not have known that in the long future ahead, she would never forget He Xing’s smile at this moment.

Just now, she was dazzled by He Xing’s smile, yet instinctively she avoided it.

It was like a traveler dying of thirst in the desert spotting an oasis but too afraid to check, for fear it was just a dream.

He Xing had wanted to go out to buy breakfast, but Fu Han didn’t want to be alone with He Xing for too long, so she insisted on buying food in the hospital cafeteria and also insisted on packing it to take back to eat.

When they returned, Su Cheng and Nan Qing were already up, and the four had breakfast together in a fairly harmonious atmosphere.

Breakfast wasn’t over when He Xing received a series of urgent calls.

Although Fu Han didn’t know what had happened, she understood He Xing. Seeing the depth in his eyes, she knew something might have happened, something that could be troubling him.

Therefore, she sent both He Xing and Su Cheng away impartially; she knew Su Cheng wouldn’t leave without He Xing going first.

After Nan Qing stayed with Fu Han for her injection, she too left, saying she had a painting to finish and hand in, that she had to leave.

Fu Han felt her arm was not as painful as before, and it wasn’t long before she too came out, wanting to ask the doctor when she could be discharged.

Talk about an ill-fated encounter; the moment she came out, she ran into someone head-on, wearing the same hospital gown as her, who turned out to be Xia Ning.

“What are you doing here?”

Fu Han and Xia Ning said in unison. After speaking, Xia Ning looked away guiltily, while Fu Han blatantly scanned Xia Ning from head to toe.

Without makeup, Xia Ning was not as exquisite as usual but still pretty; only that her normally precious hair now looked like a bird’s nest sitting on top of her head.

Paired with the hospital gown, at a glance, she looked like a patient from a mental hospital.

Feeling Fu Han’s brazen gaze, Xia Ning was as uneasy as if she were under the spotlight, she puffed up her chest and tried to adopt a haughty posture, “Fu Han, what are you looking at, didn’t you get beat up pitifully enough?”