Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 119 - Common Gifts

Chapter 119: 119 Common Gifts

Chapter 119: 119 Common Gifts

Su Cheng’s ruddy complexion turned to a pale one as he anxiously said, “This is a gift I’m giving you, how could I ask you to pay for it?”

“You helped me choose this gift, and I’m already very grateful,” Fu Han smiled, “But it’s a principle of mine, please understand, I don’t like to owe people favors.”

“Owe favors?” Luo Qinghe exclaimed dramatically, “Aren’t you guys a couple? Why would you still feel like you owe each other favors?”

Fu Han was stunned, so was Su Cheng, as in that instant, they had both forgotten about their relationship as a couple.

Su Cheng was the first to recover, grabbing Fu Han’s wrist and slipping the bracelet on, “Brother Qinghe is right, we don’t need to be so clear-cut with each other, right?”

Luo Qinghe leaned back lazily in his chair, his hands cushioning his head, “Fu Han, with the Huangpu Family’s background, Su Cheng’s gift is just an ordinary one to you, so don’t take it too much to heart.”

“That’s right, just an ordinary gift,” Su Cheng hastily agreed, his eyes pleading as he looked at Fu Han.

Fu Han, with her head lowered, twirled the bracelet on her wrist, which under the bright lights of the private room, shimmered with all the vibrant, changing colors of the lotus, as if it had come alive.

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Her long lashes fluttered, casting a large shadow across her face, making it impossible to discern her thoughts.

After some time, Fu Han suddenly raised her head, revealing a radiant smile, “You’re right, I, an ordinary citizen, was overthinking it. What I consider an expensive gift might not even be enough to cover one month of your living expenses.”

Although her smile was as beautiful as the lotus flowers quietly blooming in a pond, Luo Qinghe and Su Cheng’s expressions changed, as she was clearly seizing the opportunity to hint at their concealment of identities.

Su Cheng’s complexion was particularly pale, the light casting a ghastly shade on his face. He opened his mouth, but seemed at a loss for words.

Luo Qinghe sat up straight, looking at Su Cheng with some sympathy, “Su Cheng and I, Nan Qing, we’re different. His parents have put a lot of pressure on him ever since he was born, raising him as the heir to both the Huangpu and Nangong groups. He left them because he couldn’t stand their control.”

Then, Luo Qinghe clapped Su Cheng on the shoulder and turned to Fu Han with a smile, “I don’t have as much ambition as Su Cheng. Even though I rarely go home, most of my expenses are still covered by my family. Su Cheng has been trying much harder than I have.”

“Did you buy this bracelet with your own money?” Fu Han asked, surprised.

The truth was that Fu Han didn’t know much about Su Cheng; before Su Cheng confessed his feelings, all she knew was that he came from the same city as her, and after he confessed, Fu Han went abroad. Up until now, she had never thought to learn more about him.

Su Cheng’s face flushed, and without daring to look at Fu Han, he murmured almost inaudibly, “Fu Han, I really like you, and I did buy this bracelet with the money I earned. Please accept it, no matter what.”

To say she wasn’t moved would be a lie; any man, especially an outstanding one, willing to work hard and put in a lot of thought to give you a gift, makes it hard not to be touched.

Unless you really dislike the person, it’s difficult to simply trample on that kind of sincerity.

Fu Han smiled, a smile much fainter than the previous ones, but this smile held understanding, as if to say ‘I know you and understand you.’

She toyed with the bracelet in her hand, “I really like this Christmas gift, thank you.”

Perhaps because they were all hungry, they enjoyed their meal, only because they had to get up early the next day for filming, they drank just a couple of sips of alcohol.

As they were staying in different hotels, Luo Qinghe and Fu Han went back together, while Su Cheng returned to his own hotel alone.

At the top floor, Fu Han and Luo Qinghe said good night to each other, preparing to go back to their rooms, when He Xing’s room suddenly opened.

Peeking out from within his room, he called out to Fu Han in a commanding tone, “Come in for a minute.”

Fu Han instinctively took a couple of steps back, “What do you want? Is there something wrong? It’s late, and time for bed.”

Her reaction only agitated He Xing further. His face completely darkened as he said irritably, “Bai Wei is drunk. Come and help out.”

“Bai Wei is drunk?” Luo Qinghe, who was leaning against the door frame and enjoying the drama a second ago, immediately came over, “What happened? Why did you let her drink so much?”

He Xing’s gaze was icy as he looked at Luo Qinghe, “You probably know the reason why she’s drinking better than I do.”

“Ahem…” Luo Qinghe’s suave face turned beet red as he pretended to walk inside, “I’ll go check on Bai Wei.”

“No need,” He Xing blocked Luo Qinghe’s path, speaking coldly, “Bai Wei doesn’t need your pity. Just do your job well, that’s enough.”

Fu Han watched Luo Qinghe with schadenfreude, feeling that karma was indeed a cycle. Luo Qinghe had just been mocking her and Su Cheng, and now it was his turn.

Luo Qinghe couldn’t quite save face, coughing awkwardly before heading back to his room.

Fu Han helped He Xing get Bai Wei back to her room. Honestly, Fu Han thought He Xing could have managed on his own since he had carried Bai Wei back himself. Fu Han was just there to help take off her makeup and wash her face.

After leaving Bai Wei’s room, Fu Han headed straight towards her own next door, when He Xing suddenly called out, “Wait a moment…”

Fu Han slowed and turned to look at him, “Is there anything else?”

“Who did you have dinner with tonight?” He Xing’s black pupils gleamed like obsidian under the orange corridor lights, fixed unblinkingly on Fu Han.

Fu Han inconspicuously moved her hands behind her back, speaking as naturally as possible, “With Luo Qinghe and Su Cheng, that’s all.”

Speaking of which, Fu Han was genuinely frustrated. The relationship between her and He Xing was exceedingly strange. They had parted on bad terms last time they met, and yet the next time they could converse as though nothing happened.

As Luo Qinghe put it, Fu Han often angered He Xing but never comforted him, whereas He Xing could recover on his own, without needing anyone else’s consolation.

Just like today, He Xing’s dinner invitation had been rejected flatly, and now they were capable of talking as if nothing had occurred.

He Xing felt the response was honest enough and nodded, continuing to inquire, “What’s that on your hand? Show me.”

“No way,” Fu Han’s heart leapt as she kept her hand firmly behind her back while fleeing toward her room, “There’s nothing on my hand.”

She had opened her door, but before she could enter, He Xing had caught up, trapping Fu Han between himself and the wall.

Looking down at Fu Han from above, He Xing said, “You know the consequences if you don’t speak up!”

Fu Han’s heart pounded; instinctively, she turned her head to dodge He Xing, and the kiss that was meant for her lips landed on her earlobe instead.