Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 145 - Navigating the Minefield of Pampering
Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Navigating the Minefield of Pampering a Girlfriend
Chapter 145 -145: Navigating the Minefield of Pampering a Girlfriend
He Xing knew Fu Han was angry, so he took the initiative to grab her hand. “Alright, I said I was wrong yesterday, I apologize to you, what do you want me to do for you to forgive me?”
If wooing a girlfriend were a minefield, then not only did He Xing not build a house directly on it, he was definitely hopping around it all day long.
Fu Han pulled her hand back, took two steps back and looked He Xing up and down. She couldn’t help but wonder, did He Xing exchange his IQ for EQ?
Moreover, she had always thought that she and He Xing were in a puppy love, but now it seemed like they weren’t in puppy love at all. It was obvious that He Xing had never been in a relationship before; otherwise, how could he not even know how to coax someone?
She snorted coldly, “President He, are you saying that you want me to teach you how to coax me?”
He Xing finally realized something was off. His face turned red all of a sudden, and he explained awkwardly, “Uh, that’s not what I meant. I really do want to apologize, but I just don’t know what to do.”
“Then don’t do anything, and by the way, make a smooth exit from my presence.” Fu Han couldn’t control her anger any longer and, flinging her sleeves, went straight towards the camera.
Just when the director yelled “Action,” even if He Xing wanted to follow her, he couldn’t.
The rest of the day, it was as if the whole world was conspiring against He Xing. They had to rush their lunch, so Bai Wei, Luo Qinghe, and Su Cheng took up the space next to Fu Han.
Xia Ning never ate boxed lunches, convinced that they were so bad not even pigs would eat them. Hence, her assistant ordered her a lavish lunch, and she forcefully dragged He Xing onto her RV.
Bai Wei happened to see this scene when she went out to wash her hands. Upon returning, she described everything to Fu Han in dramatic detail, and concluded earnestly. “People like He Xing, who have you in their heart but still can’t cut ties with other women, are best avoided.”
Fu Han nodded in deep agreement. She’d been tormented by such a man for too long and was still affected by him now and then, so the last shreds of her rationality told her not to soften up and revert to how she was three years ago.
With Fu Han’s tacit consent, Luo Qinghe, Bai Wei, and Su Cheng became like the Three Musketeers, preventing He Xing from getting close to Fu Han.
The actions of the two men were understandable; after all, He Xing had screwed over Luo Qinghe before, and Su Cheng used to be He Xing’s romantic rival.
As for the overly enthusiastic Bai Wei, Fu Han was utterly puzzled why she opposed He Xing getting close to Fu Han. This person used to talk about He Xing non-stop in front of Fu Han, but why was she so against it now?
Fu Han couldn’t figure it out and ultimately could only sigh in resignation. Perhaps Bai Wei was holding a grudge over what He Xing said last night.
In fact, if Fu Han knew the real reason behind Bai Wei’s actions, she might be speechless.
The matter was a bit complicated. Nan Qing mentioned the breakup between Su Cheng and Fu Han while talking to Luo Qinghe, and Bai Wei, who was most serious about shooting the breeze with Luo Qinghe about everything under the sun, managed to slip it out without intending to.
Bai Wei was happy to know that Fu Han was single again, but she didn’t tell He Xing. She felt that He Xing was indeed overdoing it with Xia Ning, so when Su Cheng no longer posed a threat, Bai Wei thought it wouldn’t hurt for He Xing to suffer a bit more.
Things that come too easily are often taken for granted.
So the day passed, and He Xing never found another opportunity to be alone with Fu Han because even at night, Fu Han and Bai Wei slept together.
In front of others, there were things He Xing felt he couldn’t say to coax Fu Han.
In the end, the cold war between Fu Han and He Xing dragged on and on until the twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month. Tomorrow would be the Spring Festival, and the crew was about to have a break.
The original plan was for the crew to have a three-day holiday, but when He Xing looked at the calendar, he realized that the sixth day of the lunar new year was Valentine’s Day. Finally, with a grand gesture, he decided to give a seven-day break and return to work on February 15.
Every additional day the crew delayed, renting the photography studio and equipment would cost hundreds of thousands more. It didn’t make financial sense for the entire crew to have so many days off.
But He Xing had his own plans. If he and Fu Han weren’t in a cold war, of course, he could just take three days off and then, on Valentine’s Day, use his status as a producer to take Fu Han out for the holiday.
Unfortunately, there were no ifs, and now he had to let everyone in the crew have Valentine’s Day off just so he could spend the holiday with Fu Han.
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There was only one scene left to shoot. While getting her makeup done, Bai Wei was talking excitedly to Fu Han. “I heard Nuan City is like spring all year round. Since we have a seven-day break, let’s go on a trip there together.”
Fu Han, who had been listlessly browsing her phone, looked up lazily upon hearing this. “Just go with Luo Qinghe by yourself. Why drag me along as a third wheel?”
“Hey, you think I want to?” Bai Wei revealed a depth of expression that belied her age and said helplessly, “Luo Qinghe looks at me like a chaste woman caught sight of a rogue. If it were just the two of us going, there’s no way he’d agree to it.”
Fu Han hummed in response as a sort of reply, her attention still captured by the phone screen. It displayed a work taken by a photographer: a woman with a face full of freckles, plain-looking, but her smile carried an original vitality.
“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Bai Wei poked Fu Han’s waist with a finger and raised her voice. “I haven’t been bad to you these past few days, have I? I helped you throw shade at He Xing so much. It’s about time you repaid me.”
Fu Han found herself in over her head. She really wanted to say she hadn’t asked for help, but she held back, and the words ultimately went unspoken.
Thinking she had a chance, Bai Wei was ready to put in more effort to persuade Fu Han, but she was interrupted by her ringing phone. Glancing at it, she stuck out her tongue. “Sorry, it’s a call from Her Majesty Mother, please wait a moment. We’ll talk more in a bit.”
Even though Bai Wei’s mother was on the other side of the ocean, her control over Bai Wei was still strong, with no less than two calls a day.
Apparently, to overcome the time difference, she had set an alarm clock specifically to call Bai Wei the moment it went off.
The funniest part was, as tough as Bai Wei appeared, her demeanor during phone calls with her mother was akin to a mouse in the presence of a cat—complete submission. The mother had single-handedly dominated the conversations with Bai Wei.
Therefore, whenever Bai Wei took calls from her mother, Fu Han’s mood would always improve. Their mother-daughter communication was a source of happiness for Fu Han.
As expected, Bai Wei’s face fell as soon as she picked up the phone. She mumbled responses with her head down, ending the call in less than five minutes. When she hung up, her face had sagged enough to hang an oil pot.
Suppressing her curiosity, Fu Han immediately followed up, “What’s wrong? Did the sky fall, and you have to hold it up?”
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