Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 103 - Holidays
Chapter 103: 103 Holidays
Chapter 103: 103 Holidays
Christmas, also Nan Qing’s birthday.
A week before, Fu Han had already started the preparations, and she had specifically told Nan Qing in advance not to go back to her parents’ house for her birthday this year, but to bring her parents over so everyone could celebrate together.
The day finally arrived, and Fu Han went early to the venue where the birthday dinner was to be held to make the last preparations. She had expressly warned Nan Qing not to come early, or she would be upset.
It gets dark early in winter, and after Fu Han went through all the procedures one last time, she went to change her clothes.
For the dinner banquet, one must wear an evening dress. She didn’t care much herself, but she couldn’t shame Nan Qing.
At the agreed time, Nan Qing arrived punctually. She looked around the banquet hall inside and out, feeling very touched, even close to tears.
This was a banquet hall inside a high-class club, adorned with light purple, powder pink, and white balloons, infusing the whole venue with a dreamlike illusion.
Purple was Nan Qing’s favorite color, also the color she had the most of in her wardrobe.
Purple hyacinths hung on the walls, swaying as if brushed by a gentle breeze, and even though they were artificial, a subtle scent of hyacinths filled the air.
The entire club was themed in purple, interspersed with pink symbolizing young girls, the rest being pure white.
What moved Nan Qing most was that all the paintings hanging on the walls of the banquet hall were her own works, and she even spotted her very naive paintings from elementary school days.
To the uninitiated, it might seem less like a birthday banquet and more like an art exhibition for Nan Qing.
As she admired each painting, Fu Han came over in her newly changed clothes, “Nan Qing, happy birthday!”
“Thank you.” Nan Qing hugged Fu Han tightly, “In the past, my parents always prepared my birthday parties. It’s the first time a friend has gone to such lengths to plan a birthday party for me, and I’m truly moved.”
Fu Han comfortedly patted the back of Nan Qing’s hand, “Because I consider you my lifelong friend, I’m willing to put in the effort, and also…”
Stopping there, Fu Han smiled mysteriously, “And this birthday party wasn’t just prepared by me, Su Cheng also helped a lot.”
Nan Qing’s face stiffened for a moment, and as the warm air wafted the scent of hyacinths once again, her complexion returned to normal, albeit tinged with several unhealthy flushes.
She glanced around, making sure Su Cheng was not nearby, and grabbed Fu Han, “Come here, I have something I want to say to you.”
In the backyard of the club where the banquet hall was located, numerous lanterns hung from the differently shaped trees, white, blue, and purple, casting the nighttime courtyard in a twilight glow.
Water tinkled in the fountain at the center, and the small fountain changed through several shapes, revealing it was a musical fountain.
The two sat in a little pavilion next to the fountain. The octagonal gazebo had a clear glass top so one could gaze up at the stars. Yet, in A City, no stars could be seen, only the vague outline of the moon.
Fu Han thought to herself that the weather might not be good tomorrow.
Yesterday was Christmas Eve; typically it would snow on Christmas Eve, yet yesterday was a sunny day.
Fu Han felt slightly regretful that it hadn’t snowed on Christmas Eve.
Nan Qing sat on a bench at the edge of the Pavilion, her eyes on Fu Han, but it seemed as if she was looking through Fu Han toward something behind her.
Behind her stood a grapevine tree with many convoluted roots, each as thick as an adult’s arm, indicating the tree’s considerable age.
When Fu Han chose this place for Nan Qing’s birthday banquet, the staff had mentioned that the most beautiful seasons for the club were spring and summer.
Every spring, as the grapevines budded, one could literally see them grow rapidly, covering the courtyard with countless vines, making it a mysterious forest.
Regrettably, it was winter, and all the grape leaves had fallen, leaving behind dry veins clinging to the trellises, and it looked somewhat frightening to look up.
Fu Han was the first to break the silence with a radiant smile and a light tone, “Nan Qing, you said you had something to tell me, what is it?”
Nan Qing’s gaze focused, “Fu Han, did you know I used to like Su Cheng?”
Fu Han never dreamed Nan Qing would say this, she coughed awkwardly, “Well… it’s very normal to like someone, don’t worry, I won’t mind.”
“But I mind.” Nan Qing’s eyes were intent in the darkness, as if capturing all the light in the yard, “Fu Han, I know you let Su Cheng help with the venue to make me happy. Indeed, I used to like Su Cheng, but now… now I just see him as your boyfriend.”
“Do you still like Su Cheng now?” Although Fu Han had a rough idea of the answer, it was the question that concerned her most, and it would determine how she acted next.
The light in Nan Qing’s eyes vanished, and she hung her head low, “Fu Han, I don’t want to lie to you, I don’t know if I still like Su Cheng, but rest assured, I will never do anything to hurt you, and I sincerely wish you and Su Cheng well.”
Fu Han was shocked, she genuinely hadn’t expected Nan Qing to say this. She panicked thinking of her plans for today.
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She clasped Nan Qing’s hand anxiously, “Nan Qing, I have to tell you, my relationship with Su Cheng isn’t what you think, we…”
“Fu Han!”
An urgent voice rang out, Su Cheng ran over, his nose lightly sweating, “Fu Han, He Xing and Xia Ning are here.”
“What are they doing here? They don’t have invitations, don’t let them in,” Fu Han tensed up immediately, forgetting what she was about to say to Nan Qing.
“But…” Su Cheng swallowed nervously, “But this club is a property of the He Group, we have no right to stop them from coming in.”
“You take care of Nan Qing, I’ll be right back,” Fu Han darted off.
Left alone in the Pavilion, Su Cheng and Nan Qing faced an awkward atmosphere, hit by the chill of the winter air, Nan Qing couldn’t help but sneeze.
Immediately, Su Cheng draped his woolen coat over Nan Qing, “How can you wear so little in such cold weather? What if you catch a cold?”
“I’m not that delicate,” Nan Qing smiled bitterly under the streetlights, “You should go over too, I’m worried Fu Han might get bullied by herself.”
Su Cheng felt slightly embarrassed, having his concern pinpointed. He scratched his head, muttered an apology, and then hurried off. After a couple of steps, he turned back to Nan Qing, “Your birthday present is in the pocket of my clothes, take it yourself, don’t forget.”
