Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: The First Dance Chapter 163: Chapter 163: The First Dance The car sped towards Lanwan Mountain, and on the way, the three of them discussed and felt that since Master He was getting on in years, it would be best not to tell him about today’s incident.

Fortunately, by the time they got home, Master He had already gone to the villa halfway up the mountain, where the party would be held.

Bai Wei’s eyes were swollen like walnuts, and it would be difficult for her to recover quickly. If she really attended the party with red, swollen eyes, she might be tomorrow’s front-page headline.

As it was getting late, He Xing and Fu Han changed into their formal wear and went to the mountainside villa ahead of time, as they would be greeting the guests in the hosts’ stead today.

Upon seeing them, Master He led them to tour the house: “Come, come, take a look, which villa do you prefer, this one or the one we are currently living in? If you like the other one, we can refurbish it later and use it as your wedding house.”

“Grandfather, why are you talking about this?” Fu Han’s face turned beet red, and with a twist of her body, she ran to the backyard.

She kept thinking about what her grandfather had just mentioned, and every time she tried to take a closer look at the house, she felt uneasy. After a round in the backyard, she ran back to the front.

Guests had started to arrive gradually, and Fu Han stood to the left of Master He with He Xing on the right. She discovered for the first time that smiling could be such a tiring task, feeling her face stiffen after less than a few minutes.

Just as she thought about sneaking off for a break, a clamorous noise suddenly came from the outside. She turned her head and saw Xia Guoxiong, Xia Ning, and Xia Cheng arriving.

Fu Han’s sense of being a hostess instantly awakened, she straightened up and inadvertently held Master He’s hand.

Xia Guoxiong came in with a broad smile, bending his back to shake hands with Master He and exchange pleasantries.

“Hello, Grandpa He,” Xia Cheng greeted Master He before he walked over to He Xing, chatting and laughing loudly with him, even patting He Xing on the shoulder as if they were close friends.

Fu Han’s gaze landed on Xia Ning, who wore a calf-length beige, ruffled neckline tweed dress, buttoned up tightly to conceal her dress underneath.

Her fair ankles were exposed, adorned with a delicate gold anklet, and on her feet were a pair of cream-colored strappy sandals, with freshly painted red nail polish on her toenails that made her ankles appear even whiter.

Their gazes met in mid-air, and the corner of Xia Ning’s mouth quirked up in an unmistakable challenge.

Fu Han snorted coldly in response. The hostility in their eyes was unmasked; they were natural-born enemies, and that would never change.

The Xias entered the villa, and He Xing moved to stand next to Fu Han, whispering boastfully, “I did pretty well, didn’t I? I didn’t look at her even once.”

“You did well, keep it up,” Fu Han nodded, but for some reason, after seeing Xia Ning, she had an ominous premonition.

The party officially began, with Master He wearing a white suit and a black bow tie, giving a speech on stage.

Fu Han stood underneath the stage, zoning out flagrantly. No wonder, since the speeches at every party were always the same. Having heard them for so many years, it was hard to be interested.

Suddenly, she felt a burning gaze on her and instinctively looked over, locking eyes with Xia Ning.

Only then did she truly see Xia Ning’s dress, which was… was shockingly similar to her own pink outfit, both with high-low wide skirts and thin straps.

The only difference was the design on the front; Fu Han’s pink dress had a fake hand-span waistband, while Xia Ning’s had a bow; one was simple and classic, the other cute.noveldrama

Xia Ning smiled at Fu Han from a distance and touched the necklace around her neck.

Too far away to see the style of the necklace, Fu Han could only make out that it was also a fine piece of jewelry.

Fu Han touched her own necklace. She was wearing the lotus diamond necklace He Xing had given her a few days earlier. Today, her look was elegantly simple, with a pair of diamond studs in her ears and a filigree silver bracelet on her wrist.

The dance officially began, and He Xing bowed and extended his hand to Fu Han, “Miss Fu Han, would you do me the honor of dancing the first dance with me?”

“Of course,” Fu Han lifted the hem of her gown in a standard curtsy, elegantly placing her hand in He Xing’s, with his other hand resting on her waist, feeling how slender it was underneath.

The two danced in perfect unison, not needing words or even a glance to communicate; they could dance well even with closed eyes.

They found themselves in the center of the dance floor before they knew it.

“Happy New Year, Brother He Xing!” Xia Ning’s voice rang out, as saccharinely sweet as ever.

Fu Han turned her head and caught only a glimpse of Xia Ning’s profile, surprised to find that Xia Ning’s first dance was with Xia Cheng.