Beg Me to Remarry No Chapter 165 - 165 165 Sweet Gift

??Chapter 165: Chapter 165 Sweet Gift

Chapter 165: Chapter 165 Sweet Gift

Her candid attitude influenced Fu Han, who decided to also clear up the mysteries in her heart. Having finally co this far, she couldn’t just condemn soone without asking anything.

By the ti He Xing returned, Fu Han had already taken off the pretty but discomforting evening gown, bathed, removed her makeup, and changed into a comfortable set of ho clothes.

After knocking, Fu Han let him in. As she helped him take off his coat, she asked, “Have all the guests left?”

“They’ve all left. Uncle Zhou is arranging for so cleanup over there, so I ca back first,” He Xing explained, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt, revealing a glimpse of a well-defined collarbone.

Fu Han’s face felt slightly warm, so she quickly turned away, not looking at He Xing, “It’s late; you should go back and sleep.”

“I can’t yet, I still haven’t given you your gift.” He Xing fumbled in his suit pocket and pulled out a keychain with a car key hanging from it.

Fu Han’s face darkened even though she didn’t accept the gift, “You’re giving

a car? If I wanted a car, I’d buy it myself. I don’t need your gift.”

“That’s not it.” He Xing insisted on placing the key in Fu Han’s hand, pointing to a baby-sized orb hanging on the keychain, “Take a look at this before you say anything.”

Fu Han skeptically accepted it and was surprised to find that it was actually a piece of amber, embedding two three-dinsional little figures, chibi-style, with large eyes and round cheeks, looking exceptionally adorable.

The more she looked, the more she felt that the two little figures resembled her and He Xing. She couldn’t help asking, “Is this us?”

“Yeah, isn’t it cute? I made it myself.” He Xing, proud as if showing off a treasure, also pulled out a keychain from his pocket, shaking the pattern inside, “These two are the sa; one for you and one for .”

Though moved by the words “made it myself,” Xia Ning’s words from earlier that evening had beco a thorn in her heart, and it was suffocating not to speak out.

She grasped He Xing’s hand with a backhanded grip, like a drowning person clinging to the last straw, “Are you sure these are the only two in the world?”

It wasn’t that Fu Han didn’t trust He Xing, but she was just too afraid of treasuring He Xing’s gifts, only for it to turn into a humiliating joke like it did today.

“Of course, it’s true.” He Xing tapped on Fu Han’s forehead, feigning annoyance, “Making these was a hassle. I failed countless tis before I managed to make just two.”

Joy bubbled up in Fu Han’s heart like a fountain in a lake, bursting forth again and again.

She touched the necklace at her chest, and a voice inside her said, “Wait a bit longer before you address this.”

He Xing’s gaze wandered across her room, eventually resting on a beautifully wrapped box on the coffee table not far away.

His eyes lit up as he approached the box, “Xiaohan, is this the birthday gift you prepared for ?”

“Who said it’s for you.” Fu Han blushed deeply and rushed towards the coffee table, trying to reclaim the gift first.

But she was no match for He Xing. He had already secured the gift box in his hand and nimbly sidestepped her, “Stop lying to . This is obviously my gift. I saw you bring it downstairs. If I hadn’t been so busy tonight, I would’ve asked you for it earlier.”

So he knew; he knew everything.

Fu Han felt her heart bubbling up, and it soared halfway to the skies.

She was looking forward to how He Xing would react to the gift. She stuck out her tongue, laughing playfully, “Alright, you guessed it. This is indeed a gift from . Although I also made it myself, it’s not as valuable as the gift you gave.”

“As long as it’s a gift from you, it’s the most valuable thing in my heart,” He Xing said emotively, and placed a firm kiss on Fu Han’s forehead.

He carefully opened the gift box, and when he saw inside was an album the size of an A4 piece of paper, the album’s cover read, “Rembrance.”

Upon opening the front page, two lines of elegant handwriting were visible: “I’ve forgotten when we t; I rember all the happiness we shared!”

He Xing turned the pages one by one, each filled with photos of him and Fu Han together, from their childhood to their adulthood. The most recent photo showed them sitting on the balcony the night before, their background pitch black, their faces barely visible, yet their smiles and bright teeth were infectious.

Next to each photo was a caption, detailing the circumstances under which the photo was taken, along with Fu Han’s mood at the ti of the shot.

The photos from their past three years apart were all digitally composited by Fu Han. Her photo editing skills were impeccable, leaving no trace of alteration.

These three years of photos were nurous, and the accompanying text was extensive, like diary entries chronicling Fu Han’s journey of the heart during the three years away from He Xing.

The album was thick, about the width of an adult’s palm, and one could only imagine the amount of effort Fu Han had poured into these photos.

After flipping through once, He Xing couldn’t help but want to go through it a second ti. He felt that they were the essence of Fu Han’s heart, and even a thousand views wouldn’t suffice.

With utmost care, he closed the album and held Fu Han’s hands even tighter, as if wishing he could ld her into his being.

Their tender kisses were like the night sky outside the window, not too bright, yet lingering long enough to intoxicate the senses.

Fu Han had always found kissing He Xing sweet, like tasting the sweetest cotton candy, but tonight the kiss was different. Amidst the sweetness was a faint anticipation, indescribable and unclear.

At so point, her outer garnt had fallen to the floor, her bare shoulders glowing pale in the night; while his hands fanned flas across her body.

The temperature in the room rose higher and higher, and the clothes on the floor grew more and more disheveled.

Gasp for breath, He Xing hoisted Fu Han up in a horizontal lift, and perhaps because the movent was too brisk, her necklace caught in her hair, pulling painfully and contorting half her face.

Anxious, He Xing crouched before her to help, but the more frantic they beca, the more tangled her hair got, especially with the lights out, He Xing could only work by the dim moonlight.

He stood up intending to turn on the light, but Fu Han suddenly grabbed his wrist, “Don’t turn on the light.”

Yes, she knew what was going to happen next. Even if she hadn’t been prepared before, she had now resolved to give her all to him.

Yet, she still couldn’t bear to be completely exposed under the light.

He Xing, who was always deferential to her, imdiately returned to gently coaxing her while again attempting to untangle her hair.

The moonlight glinted off the diamond lotus pendant, and suddenly, Fu Han blurted out the question she had pondered for long but never dared to ask, “He Xing, did you buy this necklace from a display window, or was it custom-made?”