Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 208: I Heard You Like Me

Chapter 208: Chapter 208: I Heard You Like Me

"Fu Han, I went back to the company today to see my parents, and we have made a public statement about the stuff on the internet, so there should be no one cursing you anymore," Su Cheng said with a smile, his expression relaxed but his eyes revealing tiredness.

Although Fu Han had lost her memory, she wasn’t stupid. Once they taught her, she quickly learned how to surf the internet. When she had nothing to do these days, she would also go online to browse and look at the news related to herself.

There were many people cursing her online. Initially, Nan Qing was worried she wouldn’t be able to handle it after seeing it. But as it turned out, when Fu Han saw people cursing her, it was as if she was just watching the excitement, and everyone eventually stopped worrying.

For instance, right now, when Fu Han heard Su Cheng’s words, she felt indifferent as though it didn’t concern her: "I see, well then, thank you very much."

Su Cheng laughed again, striving to hide his heartache, and speaking as if it were nothing: "Fu Han, I... I like you. I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you, you know that."

Fu Han’s pupils dilated abruptly, and she looked at Su Cheng in surprise, muttering, "I... I didn’t know, but Nan Qing told me."

The moment the words "Nan Qing" were spoken, Su Cheng’s heart seemed to be covered by a desolate shade, barren and empty.

The sky outside the window was getting brighter. It was dusk, yet there was no sign of it getting dark. The sunset at the edge of the sky was burning, rolling, changing shapes.

How long had it been since he last saw such a beautiful sky? Su Cheng thought to himself quietly. He used to hurry on the road, seeing only the world’s evil spirits, never stopping to take a good look at this world.

Now, he was willing to appreciate the beauty of this world, but he could never hold the hand that he most wanted to hold.

He looked deeply at Fu Han, being frank about his deep feelings for the first time since she woke up: "Fu Han, I truly do like you, more than you know. Even if your beauty cannot be restored, I will still like you. But... I know that the person you like is He Xing. In the future, I will continue to be your ordinary friend, protecting you by your side."

Fu Han stared blankly at Su Cheng. Memories of when she first woke up flashed through her mind, her hand was being held by Su Cheng, pressed against his cheek, tears falling from his eyes onto the back of her hand, scalding hot.

She always felt that if it wasn’t for Su Cheng’s tears, she wouldn’t have woken up so soon; it was for this reason she always felt so close to Su Cheng.

But now, this person she felt closest to at this moment said that they would only be ordinary friends in the future.

Fu Han felt her emotions were complicated, so tangled that she didn’t know what to say. Perhaps it was better to say nothing at all. Hadn’t Nan Qing said so? To not change her friendship with Su Cheng while her memory hadn’t recovered.

Several minutes passed, and amidst Su Cheng’s secret anticipation, Fu Han said softly, "Okay, then let’s be friends for life."

...

The Xia family villa.

Xia Ning danced with excitement as she described to Xia Cheng how she had tricked Fu Han today, her face flushed with exhilaration like a freshly picked apple.

"Xiaoning, you are truly brilliant," Xia Cheng said, excited as well. He put out his cigarette butt nonchalantly, his smile exceptionally vulgar: "Next time you get the chance to see Fu Han, keep instilling in her how you and He Xing are so in love. It would be best if it was just like three years ago, so that she gets angry and leaves. After all, she doesn’t remember anything now."

"Got it," Xia Ning said with a dismissive toss of her head: "You don’t have to teach me that, though opportunities like this are rare. Those people treasure Fu Han so much that they’d hate not to follow her even to the restroom. I was lucky to come across an opportunity like today’s."

"Don’t worry, there will be plenty more chances like these," Xia Cheng lit another cigarette, inhaling deeply. Through the swirls of smoke, his features seemed even more despicable: "He Xing won’t be able to be with Fu Han all day long anymore. The He family’s old man is on his last legs."

"What?" Xia Ning shot up, spraying perfume on herself from her bag while complaining discontentedly: "Brother, you really should’ve told me earlier about Grandpa He’s illness. I can’t miss such a great opportunity to perform well."

While she sniffed her hair near her nose—there was a strong smell of smoke—she complained incessantly: "Brother, can you smoke less? There’s the smell of smoke all over my hair and body. He Xing would definitely not like it."

Xia Cheng looked indifferent, inhaling forcefully and exhaling a cloud of smoke: "The scent of your perfume is much more unpleasant than this, and He Xing hasn’t said anything about it, has he?"

Xia Ning knew it was no use arguing any further. She went upstairs in slippers, but to be cautious, she decided to wash her hair and take a shower. According to Xia Cheng, Grandpa He wouldn’t be leaving the hospital anytime soon.

When Xia Ning, dressed up beautifully, arrived at the hospital, He Xing had already had a desk set up in the ward and was working at it.

She plastered on an alluringly coquettish smile on her face before knocking delicately on the door with her well-maintained fingers, making sure that what He Xing saw as he looked up was the most beautiful her.

He Xing turned his head to look, then his gaze, devoid of any ripples, returned to the computer. With a bland expression, he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I heard Grandpa He was hospitalized, so I rushed over immediately," Xia Ning approached He Xing with a swaying walk, her smile practiced a thousand times in front of a mirror. But the smile was like a plastic flower, pretty, yet void of any real affection: "Big brother He Xing, is Grandpa He’s condition serious? My father knows many renowned doctors; do you want me to..."

"No need," He Xing interjected curtly, furrowing his brow. At that moment, even though the distance between them was a meter, the overwhelming scent of perfume was already making him feel like sneezing. With a cold tone, he said: "Thanks for your concern, but I will handle Grandpa’s matters."

Xia Ning’s expression froze for a moment, but she quickly smiled again: "Big brother He Xing, you’re so busy, why don’t you let me stay and help you take care of Grandpa He."

"You?" He Xing raised his head for the second time, fixing his gaze on Xia Ning. His eye twitched, and he couldn’t hold back his blunt honesty: "You’re dressed like this to take care of someone?"

Xia Ning glanced down at herself. To look more beautiful today, she wore a Lolita-style dress, and she had even had her hair curled into wavy locks, with a loose topknot on her head, the rest of her hair cascading behind. She had looked in the mirror; she was very pretty.

But... okay, her outfit today was indeed not suitable for doing chores. However, she would never admit her lack of sincerity, she gently tugged on He Xing’s sleeve, pleading softly: "Big brother He Xing, please let me stay. Having an extra person around would mean extra care, right?"