Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 101 - Complex

Chapter 101: 101 Complex

Chapter 101: 101 Complex

“Fine fine fine, let’s just say you really don’t know anything,” He Xing raised his hands in surrender. “But your timing to get a fever was too coincidental, right when it was Fu Han who discovered it; it’s only normal for me to overthink a little.”

He Xing awkwardly turned his head away, saying no more, but his earlobes quietly reddened.

…

Michelin Restaurant.

Today Luo Qinghe was treating everyone to dinner, claiming he had a prosperous trip to Antarctica.

Fu Han rushed over with Su Cheng after work, Nan Qing and Luo Qinghe were already seated when they arrived.

These two were quite amusing, though. They neither sat side by side nor opposite each other, but instead chose the diagonal seats at a table for four.

Su Cheng grumbled discontentedly, urging them to switch seats, but neither Nan Qing nor Luo Qinghe paid any heed, utterly ignoring his request.

Fu Han, on the other hand, thought this seating arrangement was perfect; she didn’t have to sit shoulder to shoulder with Su Cheng, nor face to face with him. It was simply the ideal seating chart in her mind.

Actually, if you think about it from another perspective, Fu Han found today’s dinner with these four people hilarious. Luo Qinghe liked Nan Qing, Nan Qing liked Su Cheng, Su Cheng liked her; it was lucky she didn’t like Luo Qinghe, otherwise it would’ve been a perfect closed loop.

The dishes were served quickly, at the Michelin three-star restaurant. The food here could only be described as works of art, each dish so exquisite that it was hard to look away.

Having been busy all afternoon, Fu Han was already hungry. While the other three awkwardly made small talk, she ate with indifference. Since she was here, it would’ve been a waste not to eat.

As for the others’ awkwardness, she considered it none of her business, at least not currently, nor did she have the means to resolve it.

Suddenly, a commotion arose at the restaurant entrance. Quite a few people rushed towards the door, an unusual occurrence in such a high-end Michelin establishment.

Fu Han glanced up amidst the hustle and smiled, “Looks like someone important has arrived.”

A crowd headed into the restaurant, and Fu Han turned to look, only to see Bai Wei.

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Instinctively looking at Luo Qinghe, she indeed saw a complicated look in his eyes and silently thought to herself, “There’s no messiest, only messier.”

True to prediction, Bai Wei stopped right in front of them. Her gaze swept over everyone before she addressed Luo Qinghe, “Aren’t you going to invite me to sit down?”

Luo Qinghe cleared his throat awkwardly. Casting an apologetic glance at Nan Qing, he said, “I’m sorry, but we only have four seats here.”

“Then let’s all move to a Private Room, my treat,” Bai Wei turned to the Lobby Manager trailing behind her, “I wonder if you still have any rooms available now? You can’t possibly expect me to dine in the Hall, right?”

“Oh yes, of course, right this way,” the Lobby Manager immediately gestured them to follow.

Luo Qinghe didn’t get up, visibly irritated; Su Cheng and Nan Qing, on the other hand, were utterly confused, clueless about what was happening.

Fu Han remained calmly seated, continuing to eat as if she hadn’t heard their conversation.

The ordeal of Nan Qing and Su Cheng was already a headache; Fu Han didn’t want to get involved with Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe’s situation—that would be asking for trouble.

Bai Wei kicked at Fu Han’s chair, her tone far from pleasant, “Hey, Fu Han, we’ve been through life and death together, are you really going to just watch as Luo Qinghe bullies me?”

Fu Han really wanted to say “What’s that got to do with me,” but in the end, all she could do was tell Luo Qinghe, “You know her as well as I do. If we don’t move to the Private Room, we might all end up on the front page headlines tomorrow.”

On the way to the Private Room, Nan Qing whispered to Fu Han, “See, that’s star power for you. Brother Qinghe couldn’t reserve a Private Room before, but as soon as Bai Wei shows up, one becomes available.”

Fu Han leaned close to her ear and whispered back with a smile, “Jealous? If you’re envious, you could consider becoming a celebrity too. I don’t think you’re any less qualified than Bai Wei.”

“No thanks, I’d rather not,” Nan Qing retorted, clearly annoyed, “What’s so great about being a celebrity? Living every day under the camera, not a shred of privacy, having to be all posh in everything you say and do.”

In the Private Room, Bai Wei sat next to Luo Qinghe with all the entitlement in the world, her intentions couldn’t have been clearer.

On Luo Qinghe’s other side was Su Cheng. Nan Qing was dead set against sitting next to Bai Wei, so she ended up sitting between Su Cheng and Fu Han.

This was yet another perplexing seating chart. It was clear that both Su Cheng and Nan Qing were uncomfortable, but Fu Han was quite pleased, frequently cueing Su Cheng to serve food to Nan Qing.

After dinner, Bai Wei suggested going to karaoke, but this time, all four unanimously declined. Bai Wei had no choice but to let it go and asked the waiter to bring dessert.

Fu Han got up to go to the restroom. Exiting the cubicle, she saw Bai Wei touching up her makeup in front of the mirror and nodded as a greeting.

Bai Wei sidestepped to block Fu Han’s path. “Does Luo Qinghe like that girl sitting next to you?” she asked.

Fu Han’s pupils dilated; she was surprised by Bai Wei’s perceptiveness. If she remembered correctly, she and Luo Qinghe had never mentioned Nan Qing in front of Bai Wei.

“It’s not hard to tell,” Bai Wei rolled her eyes dismissively: “Luo Qinghe keeps glancing at her when he eats, and even when he’s talking to me, he checks for her reaction. I’d have to be blind not to notice.”

Fu Han nodded in agreement, “True to the actor’s skill. But just so you know, she has no clue Luo Qinghe likes her, so don’t take it out on her.”

“Take it out?” Bai Wei repeated the phrase and began to laugh, covering her mouth with her hand, “That’s hilarious. Do you really think I, Bai Wei, need to stoop so low to chase a man?”

Fu Han took a moment to recall her time with Bai Wei in Antarctica. Bai Wei’s mouth indeed could be annoying, but she was frank and straightforward in her dealings, always speaking her mind, which made her more forthcoming than many others.

“Since you like Luo Qinghe so much, I wish you success.”

“Wish me success?” Bai Wei’s smile deepened with meaning, “So, this means the pretty girl named Nan Qing doesn’t like Luo Qinghe, right?”

“I didn’t say that,” Fu Han shifted her gaze, feeling somewhat sheepish. She hadn’t initially thought it through, but Bai Wei managed to grasp the essence in an instant.

Bai Wei laughed unabashedly, her deep black pupils fixated on Fu Han: “Of course, you didn’t say that because that pretty girl likes your boyfriend, Su Cheng, right?”

A chill settled in Fu Han’s heart as she looked at Bai Wei in astonishment. Was this the same carefree, one-track-minded Bai Wei she remembered?

It was as if Bai Wei could read Fu Han’s mind. She chuckled, as clean and clear as ever, “Do you think I got all those awards just with my looks? My acting is really very good, you know? You people can’t disguise your gazes when you look at someone; you have no restraint. Unless I were blind, I wouldn’t fail to see who likes whom.”