Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Void Consolation Chapter 170: Chapter 170: Void Consolation There was a look of sympathy on Su Cheng’s face as he patted Luo Qinghe on the shoulder, “Aunt Luo has always been strict with herself, she… she’s doing it for your own good.”

“For my good?” Luo Qinghe sneered, his gaze laced with irony as he looked at Su Cheng, “Then why didn’t you comfort yourself with those words when your parents forced you? Why didn’t you comfort Nan Qing with these words when she ran away from home?”

Usually, Luo Qinghe would be the one who felt awkward at the mention of “Nan Qing,” but today, as he spoke her name, he felt an unprecedented ease, while it was Su Cheng who seemed out of sorts.

A blush flickered across Su Cheng’s face as he coughed and tried to speak in an even tone: “Brother Qinghe, our family backgrounds are similar, so are our upbringings, I understand how you feel. Even though my mom asked me to persuade you, what I want to say is, if you truly like Bai Wei, of course that’s fine, but if you’re just with her out of spite towards your parents, I think you shouldn’t be together.”

He spoke with sincere emotion, but to Luo Qinghe, the words were grating. His face flushed with anger, and his voice rose involuntarily, “This is between me and Bai Wei, it’s not your place to interfere.”

“That’s not what I meant…” Su Cheng hurried to explain. There might be a few years’ difference in age between the two, but they had grown up together. Everyone knew Luo Qinghe had a temper, and Su Cheng realized he had inflamed him now.noveldrama

Before Su Cheng could finish, he was interrupted, not by Luo Qinghe, but by Fu Han, who appeared out of nowhere.

“So, this is between you and Bai Wei, have you told her all of your true thoughts? Does she know she’s being used by you as a weapon to fight your family?” Fu Han asked, the coldness of her face punctuating each word.

A nameless wind kicked up, ruffling the high ponytail on her head and the tassels hanging from her little leather jacket, blowing the stray hairs across her cheek.

Bai Wei, not seeing Luo Qinghe return after a while, had grown worried something was wrong, so she asked Fu Han to come out and check, only to walk in on such explosive news.

There she stood, in the distance was a live-action set, the unique simplicity of the Republican-era buildings striking an imposing figure.

Fu Han seemed to blend into the scenery behind her, but the vigorous spirit kindled by her anger set her distinctly apart from it.

Contradictory, yet perfectly harmonized.

Su Cheng stared dumbly at Fu Han, undisguised love in his eyes.

Luo Qinghe also watched Fu Han, his expression complex, anger mingled with shame. After glancing at Fu Han a few times, he looked away.

Fu Han didn’t let it drop there. Walking up to within three steps of Luo Qinghe, she looked directly into his eyes and said word by word, “Your family is well-off, and you have good looks, perhaps you’re not short of admirers; but remember, what goes around comes around. If you dare mistreat Bai Wei, I won’t let you off easily.”

The wind grew stronger, tossing their clothes about like fluttering butterflies; yet the same breeze left their foreheads painfully chilled.

Fu Han gave Luo Qinghe a piercing look, then turned to leave, but as she took a step, she suddenly stopped. Bai Wei was standing not far away, her face pale.

Just then, Luo Qinghe also turned around, and his eyes instantly found Bai Wei. His expression was complex, but after a few seconds, he smiled, adopting a laissez-faire attitude with his hands in his pockets.

Fu Han watched, seething, wishing she could punch him right in the face. She hadn’t expected Luo Qinghe to be with Bai Wei simply to defy his family.

She said to Bai Wei, who was approaching, in a low voice, “Don’t mind him, he’s just a madman, the world is vast…”

She had meant to say that there are plenty of other fish in the sea, advising Bai Wei not to fixate on just one man.

“This is my business, I will handle it myself,” Bai Wei interrupted Fu Han, walking past her straight towards Luo Qinghe.

In a few breaths, Bai Wei stood before Luo Qinghe. Both were in costume, one a rebellious young man with a duckbill cap; the other, a Republican-era female student in uniform with braided pigtails.

Against the backdrop of rolling hills and rivers, they were stunning—a boy and girl so good-looking they seemed as if lifted from a hand-painted ink wash, captivatingly beautiful.

Bai Wei tilted her head up slightly to meet Luo Qinghe’s gaze, a hint of sorrow veiling her beautiful face. She simply watched Luo Qinghe silently, not saying a word.

At first, Luo Qinghe maintained his prior posture, one hand in his pocket, showing a mean-spirited smirk at the corner of his mouth.

But as he looked into Bai Wei’s misty eyes for too long, his own expression turned awkward, and, rather uncomfortably, he began, “Bai Wei… you must have heard what I just said. It’s… my fault, and you can do whatever you want about it.”

Tears blurred Bai Wei’s vision, yet her voice remained eerily calm, “On the second day of junior high, you said you felt I was different from other girls. Were those your true feelings?”

Luo Qinghe, caught off-guard by her question, coughed awkwardly and nodded, “Of course, that’s true.”

“And last night, when you said let’s try to be together, that you would try to like me, was that your true feeling?” Bai Wei asked again, tears falling like pearls from her cheeks, dropping to the ground and instantly disappearing without a trace.

A fleeting pain washed over Luo Qinghe’s eyes, turning them red, but after he blinked and looked up, his eyes had cleared again.

His hand, hanging at his waist, clenched into a fist, and his words came out icy cold, “I think it’s better to speak plainly. My parents are against us being together, so we will face their strong opposition if we do, which means our relationship may not lead to anything.”

“Is that all you have to say?” asked Bai Wei, her bright eyes fixed on Luo Qinghe, having finally stopped crying.

Luo Qinghe nodded.

“Alright then, let’s give it a try,” Bai Wei said nonchalantly, wiping her tear-streaked face with a hand, “I’ve been in so many movies, and hardly any of the couples had their parents’ approval, yet didn’t they all happily end up together in the end?”

For the first time, Luo Qinghe’s expression truly changed, and he looked at Bai Wei with astonishment, as if he was seeing her for the first time.

Bai Wei brushed aside her tears, looking quite composed, “Come on, you should have known since the day we met that I never play by the rules.”

Memories came flooding back, of several months earlier when Luo Qinghe and Fu Han took a ship from Wu City to Antarctica.

He Xing had entrusted Bai Wei with a mission to clarify the relationship between Fu Han and Luo Qinghe, making sure the two never had a chance to be alone.