Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 199: Protecting Wife and Daughter

Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Protecting Wife and Daughter

Bai Wei hadn’t reacted yet, but Bai Qian had already started to protect her cub. Like a mother hen guarding her chick, she spread her hands to shield Bai Wei behind her, defiantly saying, "Mrs. Li, please show some respect when you speak, or else I reserve the right to sue."

Having spent over twenty years abroad, she had forgotten that the habit of arguing in the domestic scene meant spitting out words in the heat of the moment. Suddenly, she had brazenly imported a foreign method of dealing with the situation.

Luo Qiluo was not at all afraid; on the contrary, the rage in her heart intensified. She placed her hands on her hips and pointed at Bai Qian, yelling, "You old hag, what do you think you are, seducing someone else’s husband, having a shameless mother like you is why there’s a daughter like Bai Wei, throwing herself at men..."

She couldn’t finish her last sentence because she was interrupted, not by anything else, but by a slap from Li Huazhi.

From the moment Luo Qiluo opened her mouth to speak, Li Huazhi had been walking towards her. Unfortunately, since Li Huazhi was originally standing by the bedside, the distance of a few meters allowed Luo Qiluo to pour everything out like beans spilling from a bamboo tube, saying things she should and shouldn’t have said.

Li Huazhi reached Luo Qiluo from behind, grabbed her shoulder with one hand, and forcefully yanked her, not only slapping her but also throwing her to the ground.

"You hit me?" Luo Qiluo cried out, covering her face. The quality Cheongsam she wore was now wrinkled like a crumpled piece of white paper, which, even if clean, no one would bother to look at anymore.

Luo Qinghe was already angry when Luo Qiluo was speaking ill of Bai Wei.

But now, seeing his father striking his mother so mercilessly in front of everyone, he began to sympathize with his mother again. Like an arrow released from a bow, he rushed forward, propping up Luo Qiluo with his only uninjured hand, and accused Li Huazhi with a cold face, "Dad, you’ve gone too far, why did you hit Mom?"

In fact, after hitting her, Li Huazhi was somewhat regretful, but hearing Luo Qinghe speak that way now, he couldn’t save face, and could only continue with a furious expression, "Listen to what your mother is saying, should an elder speak like that?"

With someone backing her, Luo Qiluo suddenly became arrogant again, "Li Huazhi, you really went too far, for decades you still can’t forget that woman, now you hit me for that woman, you..."

Slap!

Another slap sounded. This time it was not from Li Huazhi, but from the always silent Fu Xingbo.

He stood before Luo Qinghe and Luo Qiluo, his figure tall and straight, even slightly taller than Luo Qinghe.

All he said, coldly, was, "Mrs. Li, if you continue to speak disrespectfully, I assure you, it won’t be as simple as a slap."

Luo Qinghe, who didn’t feel his mother was right to begin with, now saw her refusing to repent and speaking such foul words, also got angry. Seeing Bai Wei’s father hit her, Luo Qinghe turned his head and pretended not to see.

Interestingly, after being slapped by Fu Xingbo, Luo Qiluo was dumbfoundedly staring at him, not cursing as before.

But her cheeks bore a clear slap mark on each side, which looked particularly comical and ridiculous.

Fu Xingbo no longer looked at Luo Qiluo; he turned to Li Huazhi, his tone reverting to the slow cadence typical of European aristocrats, "Mr. Li, I have heard that you and my wife attended the same university and are therefore alumni. Furthermore, considering the relationship between your son and my daughter, I will overlook Mrs. Li’s behavior today, but I reserve the right to pursue the matter. Please ensure proper communication within your family so that I will not have to hear any more slandering of my wife and daughter."

"I assure you this will not happen again," Li Huazhi hurriedly replied, his eyes occasionally wandering to Bai Qian at the door; regrettably, Bai Qian’s gaze was fixed on Fu Xingbo, not giving him a glance.

With one hand holding Bai Qian and the other holding Bai Wei, Fu Xingbo turned to leave, the three of them never looking back at Luo Qiluo again.

The doorway to the ward suddenly cleared out. Fu Han, He Xing, Nan Qing, and Su Cheng, who had been obscured, now stood exposed. Apart from He Xing, the expressions on the other three faces were more or less awkward.

Nan Qing was the first to recover, forcing a dry laugh, "Aunt Luo, Uncle Li, please don’t argue anymore, my parents always say you two are the most affectionate."

Li Huazhi squeezed out a faint smile, speaking as kindly as possible, "I got it, thank you, everything is fine now, you can go about your business."

"Okay," said Nan Qing with another smile, trying to ease the awkwardness carved by the spectacle, quickly leaving without paying further attention to the other three, shamelessly escaping.

In such situations, men’s faces are often thinner than women’s, and Su Cheng’s face turned from white to red and then from red to white. He coughed twice and said, "Brother Qinghe, maybe you should take Auntie to... to check her face, I... I should go now."

He really had struck a nerve, unintentionally dancing in a minefield; even Fu Han, who hadn’t yet fully grasped the complex web of relationships, knew that Su Cheng’s words were poking at sore spots.

Indeed, Luo Qiluo’s face turned very ugly, as grim as a rock in a latrine, both stinking and hard.

She was still absorbing the shock when she realized Luo Qiluo was glaring at her with malicious intent, a sickly red flushing her face.

After all, she did not know whether she had any past entanglements with Luo Qiluo and dared not speak rashly, especially with Luo Qiluo’s frightening gaze causing her to involuntarily take two steps back.

Suddenly, her back was met with a warm embrace. Turning around, she found herself facing He Xing’s sharp, star-like eyes, their obsidian depths magnetically drawing her gaze in.

He Xing’s hand gently rested on her shoulder as he whispered almost inaudible, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here," and then he nodded towards Luo Qinghe, easily leading Fu Han away with a slight pull.

Fu Han didn’t understand why she followed him, but his "Don’t be afraid, I’m here" seemed almost magical, or perhaps these words sounded incredibly familiar as if they were a memory she couldn’t forget even after drinking the Spicy Soup in her previous life.

Su Cheng followed three steps behind them, his eyes fixed on the arm that He Xing had wrapped around Fu Han, his gaze growing deeper.

Some watch the scenery on the bridge; others watch those on the bridge from the window.

The situation was just so. Nan Qing’s eyes uncontrollably followed Su Cheng, her heart filled with desolation, realizing that even after deciding to give up, years of habit were hard to break, and at any moment, he was still the focus of your attention.

It was only when reaching the door of the ward that Fu Han became aware that He Xing was still holding her shoulder. Startled like a frightened deer, she broke free from his embrace and said with a blushing face and lowered head, "That... thank you for earlier."