Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 631 - 632: On Tenterhooks

The BBQ shop was unusually quiet at the moment; most people had even stopped eating, making the new message notification seem particularly jarring. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

But it was this brief news alert that easily eased the tense atmosphere inside, and the other customers began to eat their food again, though they still cast glances at Fu Han now and then.

It seemed everyone had a love for gossip, especially when it happened right beside them.

Fu Han took out her phone from her bag, and only then did she realize that besides the unread messages from He Xing, there were also Whatsapp messages and texts from Nan Qing; it was probably because Nan Qing didn’t get a reply on Whatsapp that she sent a text message, triggering the notification.

Nan Qing’s message was asking Fu Han why she hadn’t come back yet, that it was too late and unsafe to be outside.

The feeling that someone was concerned about her was truly nice; a warmth spread in Fu Han’s heart. Her slender fingers tapped on the screen, and she quickly sent a reply: "I’m just near the neighborhood, dealing with something, I’ll be back soon. The bodyguards are with me, don’t worry."

Speaking of which, Fu Han’s two bodyguards were indeed quite reliable. When Fu Han came to eat here, they followed her in; Fu Han casually ordered a lot of BBQ and beer for them, but they only ate the BBQ, swapping the beer for juice.

If anyone said these two burly men didn’t drink, Fu Han wouldn’t believe it. The only reason they were not drinking was that alcohol could lead to mishaps.

Moreover, when Luo Qinghe slammed the table earlier, the two bodyguards also stood up, as if they were ready to rush to Fu Han’s protection; in the end, Fu Han shook her head to stop them, and they sat back down, but all their four eyes were fixed on Luo Qinghe, ready to jump to action at any moment.

Fu Han’s anxious heart suddenly calmed down. She ignored the bloodshot eyes of Luo Qinghe and looked straight into his eyes: "Did you go to find Nan Qing today?"

"No," Luo Qinghe said, seemingly frustrated with the lack of force behind his words. He irritably shook his hand and added with a cold face, "I didn’t not go to find Nan Qing just because of Bai Wei. I just... just... "

He stuttered "just" several times, but couldn’t finish the sentence; a mysterious blush appeared on his face.

Fu Han could hardly contain her joy seeing his guilty-as-charged expression; she only regretted not being able to take out her phone to take a photo, otherwise, she would have definitely shown it to Bai Wei.

Luo Qinghe, sensing Fu Han’s schadenfreude, felt embarrassed and said irritably, "What are you laughing at? My situation with Nan Qing is one thing, and Bai Wei is another. Don’t mix them up like Bai Wei does."

"All right, I won’t mix them up," Fu Han laughed again, her gaze deep as she looked at Luo Qinghe. "Can I interpret your words to mean that there’s no Nan Qing between you and Bai Wei, right?"

Luo Qinghe’s face reddened further, looking like a teenager unable to hide his thoughts, he awkwardly turned his head away from Fu Han: "Think whatever you want, it’s none of my business."

"Okay, then I’ll ask you, do you still like Nan Qing?" This was the question that concerned Fu Han the most. In fact, Fu Han could have asked it differently, but she felt that the more crucial the question, the more serious the answer ought to be, so being straightforward was better.

Luo Qinghe clearly hadn’t expected Fu Han to ask this; he was stunned, unsure of what to say, especially when facing Fu Han’s clear eyes, Luo Qinghe felt completely exposed.

As time ticked away, Fu Han’s heart sank lower and lower; she grew increasingly disappointed with Luo Qinghe. Shaking her head, she said, "Since you can’t answer this question, then please think carefully about your relationship with Bai Wei. Bai Wei is an independent individual; she’s not something to heal wounds with, nor is she a substitute for someone else."

"I haven’t treated Bai Wei as a substitute," Luo Qinghe replied quickly this time, his speech faltering due to his agitation.

Fu Han felt slightly relieved, but she deliberately put on an even angrier face: "Luo Qinghe, don’t think I’m unaware of the games you men play. The best way to forget a failed relationship is to start a new one. Bai Wei pursued you just when you were rejected by Nan Qing. Perhaps out of pride or some other reason, you accepted Bai Wei. I won’t look down on you for telling the truth here today, but if you deny it while refusing to accept reality, I won’t stand by and watch."

After considering Fu Han’s words several times, Luo Qinghe felt awkward but had to admit Fu Han was speaking the truth, the kind he didn’t know how to refute.

Fu Han waited a few more minutes without getting a response from Luo Qinghe. Strangely enough, she wasn’t disappointed; instead, she felt very calm.

Looking at Luo Qinghe sitting alone, with two tall bodyguards not far behind him, Fu Han suddenly thought Luo Qinghe looked somewhat frail.

It was like a small boat lost at sea during a storm, where the waves take it, it goes, without any control of its own.

Fu Han cleared her throat and adopted a sincere expression: "I haven’t sorted out the mess between He Xing, Xia Ning, and myself, so I’m not in a position to give you any advice. Maybe only after you truly figure out in your heart what needs to be let go and what should be cherished, can you make a final decision."

"Let go?" Luo Qinghe jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on, baring his teeth at Fu Han: "Nan Qing is a beautiful memory for me; I will never let go."

"So that’s to say you still like Nan Qing?" Fu Han had asked this earlier without getting an answer, but now she asked again, knowing this response could solve all problems.

Another suffocating silence ensued, as if an eternity had passed, Luo Qinghe finally spoke: "I don’t know."

Four simple words only made the already tangled situation worse.

"Alright," Fu Han shrugged helplessly, resignedly saying, "I really didn’t expect that after being with Bai Wei for half a year, you would still tell me you don’t know if you still like Nan Qing."

Luo Qinghe’s face showed shame; he opened his mouth as if to say something but ultimately shut it tight.