Beg Me to Remarry No Chapter 152 - 152 152 Combat Power Off the Charts

??Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Combat Power Off the Charts

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Combat Power Off the Charts

“Oh, you’re acting as if you’re already thinking about getting engaged,” Fu Han’s previous embarrassnt vanished as she took the opportunity to avoid He Xing’s piercing gaze and teased Bai Wei, “Aren’t you afraid Luo Qinghe will laugh at you when he finds out?”

“Being afraid of being laughed at for falling in love? Then I might as well not bother,” Although Bai Wei’s face reddened, her words ca out confidently, with the ease of soone who wears her emotions openly, untroubled by complexity.

Truth be told, Fu Han envied Bai Wei’s openness; she was like a piece of transparent crystal, allowing others to see right into her heart, clear and uncomplicated unlike most people.

He Xing’s gaze never left Fu Han, and in her eyes, he saw the envy people feel for things they’ve never had.

His heart ached for such a Fu Han; in his eyes, she was the best and deserved the best things in the world.

He Xing adjusted his emotions and gently touched Fu Han’s eyes, “Xiaohan, why don’t you try on so clothes too? There’s a banquet at the He Family in a few days.”

“I don’t need to, I still have several dresses at ho that I haven’t worn,” Fu Han replied. When she returned ho the day before yesterday, she found several dresses she had bought while shopping three years ago.

Back then, she didn’t mind spending money since it wasn’t hers; now, however, she was reluctant to spend the He Family’s money.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to give He Xing a chance, but she truly cherished the opportunity to start over with him. She hoped that this ti their relationship would be based on equal footing, not like a clinging vine dependent on another.

These days, she only spent what she earned. Money that shouldn’t be spent couldn’t be spent recklessly, especially tens or hundreds of thousands on a dress that would only be worn once—such an idea seed impractical to her.

A clerk approached Fu Han with several garnts and said politely, “Lady Fu, our boss called and these dresses were custom-made for you personally as a token of appreciation for our regular custor. Please try them on, and if they don’t fit, we can alter them.”

“No need, really,” Fu Han shook her head and hid behind He Xing, feeling awkward around the overly enthusiastic clerk, as their enthusiasm made her feel guilty about not buying sothing.

“Go on and try them, it’s an apology from the master, specially tailored for you, and it’s free,” He Xing insisted and pushed Fu Han toward the fitting room, leaving her no chance to refuse.

The first dress Fu Han tried on was a light pink strapless gown, short in front and long in the back, with a generously flared skirt thanks to the designer’s exquisite work.

Loremore, this dress ca in only one color, a gentle pink perfect for a young girl. Pure pink to the extre is a color few can wear well, yet Fu Han was the exception.

When the fitting room’s curtain was drawn aside, He Xing felt as if the figure walking towards him was an elf from the mountains, embodying all that was most beautiful in the world.

He was srized and speechless, his mind blank, his eyes and heart captivated only by the beautiful figure before him.

Bai Wei, who ca out a step behind from the fitting room, only took one glance before she exclaid dramatically, “Fu Han, if you go out with

wearing that, where will that leave ?”

There was no need to ask if the dress looked good; between He Xing’s and Bai Wei’s reactions, everything was clear—even without a mirror, Fu Han could tell.

She laughed and appraised Bai Wei’s outfit, praising her as well, “Your light blue dress is lovely too. The one-shoulder design shows off your swan-like neck and prominent collarbones, sexy but not revealing. And the blue gives a calm impression, very suitable for eting elders.”

The last comnt made Bai Wei’s face flush red, and she imdiately told the clerk, “I’ll take this dress. I’ll try a few more on—I’ll also need a dress for the He Family banquet in a few days.”

Fu Han was quick to try on clothes; the three dresses brought by the clerk were custom-made for her by the master, fitting her just as they did three years ago, each one perfectly suited for her.

On the other hand, Bai Wei wasn’t satisfied with the next two she tried and was now buried in the fitting room, determined to pass her own scrutiny before allowing Fu Han and He Xing to weigh in.

Suddenly, a commotion ca from the entrance of the store; generally, people don’t create disturbances in malls, so Fu Han frowned and turned towards the source of the noise.

Unexpectedly, with just a casual glance, she spotted soone familiar—”Xia Ning,” soone she would recognize even if they turned to ashes.

Xia Ning noticed Fu Han and her smile instantly vanished, her deanor turned stormy as she walked in, appearing for all the world like she owned the place.

“Fu Han, what are you doing here?”

Before she finished speaking, she saw He Xing. Xia Ning’s expression stiffened montarily before she forcibly smiled, “He Xing, what a coincidence! What brings you here?”

Xia Ning’s persistence over the years was unwavering. Once she learned that all of He Xing’s clothes were custom-made from this store, she also began shopping here on occasion. Today, she had actually run into him.

Of course, it would’ve been better if Fu Han, the thorn in her side, weren’t there.

He Xing looked at that smile worse than crying; his expression cooled as he naturally pulled Fu Han’s hand closer, “We’re here to buy clothes, of course.”

“For yourself?” While speaking, Xia Ning picked up the light blue dress resting on the chair and admired it, feigning cuteness with her large eyes, “Blue is my favorite color. This dress is so beautiful, I’ll buy it.”

She assud the dress was one Fu Han had chosen and was deliberately intending to compete with her for it.

Qin Xiaonian, following Xia Ning, imdiately called out loudly, “Clerk, we’ll take this dress.”

Fu Han was rather looking forward to seeing Bai Wei and Xia Ning face off; the thought was thrilling to her. She imdiately called toward the fitting room, “Bai Wei, soone wants to take the dress you’ve chosen.”

“Who?” Bai Wei’s curtain flew open, and she ran out, her dress trailing, followed by the frantic clerk, “Lady, please wait, the zipper isn’t up yet.”

Barely steadying herself, Bai Wei waited for the zipper to be pulled up before she charged toward Xia Ning, “Are you trying to take my dress?”

Xia Ning was already regretting her actions as Bai Wei made her entrance, but backing down in front of He Xing was out of the question. She boldly claid, “The dress was left unattended on the sofa, you haven’t paid for it, and I don’t see a problem with

wanting to buy it. Do you need to get so angry over just a dress?”

Her last sentence, spoken while glaring at Fu Han, carried a clear sense of disdain.

Fu Han leaned on He Xing’s shoulder, her eyes curving into crescent moons with laughter, determined to watch the tiger fight from the mountain and not to get involved with Xia Ning.