Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 209: Awkward but Not Giving Up

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Awkward but Not Giving Up

Recently, so many things have happened, and He Xing’s already limited patience had vanished. He impolitely pulled his sleeve back. His handsome face could not hide the coldness within, and there even seemed to be a hint of murderous intent.

"If you truly have nothing to do, you can go do some charity work at the Du Wanting Foundation. I can’t even help my grandfather, let alone you."

Xia Ning’s face turned red, white, and green with emotion, her embarrassment and persistence intermingling. She bit down on her teeth, her eyes reddening, "He Xing Brother, I know you must think I came to see Mr. He because of you, right? My grandpa died before I was born, and my mom passed away when I was very young. Dad was always focused on business. Every time I was upset, I would seek you out. Grandpa He was very nice to me, in my heart, he is my real grandpa."

He Xing’s expression changed several times before he ultimately sighed and said, "Suit yourself."

A smile immediately appeared on Xia Ning’s face; she finally got her wish to stay. In her mind, since the old Mr. He was unconscious and no different from a dead person, she and He Xing were effectively alone together.

However, looking at He Xing’s expressionless face, she didn’t dare to brazenly approach him anymore. She was afraid of really angering him, which could result in him truly sending her away.

Xia Ning pretended to help old Mr. He wash his hands and face, then she moved a chair to sit not far from He Xing, her bright, shiny eyes fixed unwaveringly on him.

Although He Xing kept staring at the computer, his work pace undiminished, he was fully aware of Xia Ning’s every move.

Several times he felt the urge, the urge to ask Xia Ning to leave; Xia Ning had no relation to him or his grandfather. He now just wanted his grandfather to be safe and sound. Yet, he couldn’t dismiss the fact that Xia Ning had lost her mother, Du Wanting, who was inextricably linked to him, and had Du Wanting not saved him, there might not have been anyone to take care of his sick grandfather at this very moment.

So, when he heard the name Du Wanting, it was already determined that no matter what, he couldn’t tell Xia Ning to leave; and although the Xia Group used underhanded tactics behind the scenes, Xia Ning had never worked for the Xia Group – those matters were unrelated to her.

He Xing’s emotions were extremely complex. He found so many reasons to convince himself, but in the end, there was only one reason that mattered: the grown-up Xia Ning looked exactly like her mother.

Every time he saw Xia Ning’s face, he would remember Du Wanting, the woman who had saved his life. Faced with a face that was the spitting image of hers, he simply could not bring himself to be cruel.

...

The garden behind the Inpatient Department of the hospital.

The camphor trees grew tall and dense, slicing the sky into sections; sunlight filtered through the patchy shade, less fierce and sprinkling the marble ground with a glittering light, much like scattered diamonds.

Even in the light of the setting sun, it demanded respect.

Underneath the camphor trees, Su Cheng had set up a cool shed, trying to find the countless camphor flowers among the large leaves. Unfortunately, the leaves were too big and the flowers too small; he couldn’t see them.

Nan Qing sat a meter away from him, also glancing up at the camphor trees, but she quickly turned her attention to the ants nearby.

Countless ants were marching forward, each carrying a grain of rice that was much larger than their own bodies, yet they persevered in moving the grains forward.

After a long while, Nan Qing finally grew weary of watching them. She turned her head towards Su Cheng, "Su Cheng, you said you had something to tell me. If you don’t speak up, I’m leaving."

Her gallery had an exhibition today and she had been very busy; it wasn’t until dusk that she found time to visit Fu Han, but Su Cheng brought her here before she even had the chance to see him in the ward.

With a swallow adam’s apple, Su Cheng knew that what was to come would come. He turned his head to Nan Qing and said word for word, "Do you have someone you like now?"

"No," Nan Qing answered crisply, thinking that the quicker she spoke, the less her heart would hurt. Since she had chosen to give up, there was no need to show a wretched look to others.

Su Cheng’s heart constricted—at her frankness, at the words he was about to say, and at the inexplicable distress that had washed over him.

Apparently, when a person who had liked you for many years said they no longer liked you, it felt terrible.

For a moment, Su Cheng wanted to turn and flee, but remembering his parents’ words, his feet felt as though they were rooted to the ground, unable to move.

He took a deep breath and mustered his courage to say, "Nan Qing, I... I am grateful that you liked me. If I say... if I say I want to try with you, would... would you be willing?"

Nan Qing’s pupils dilated in disbelief as she stared at Su Cheng, "What are you talking about?" It wasn’t that she wanted Su Cheng to repeat himself; she genuinely doubted what she had heard.

Su Cheng’s face turned beet red, wishing within those ten seconds that nothing had been said, hoping time could rewind.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs. He could only pluck up the courage to speak again, "Your parents, my parents, they all hope we can be together. Maybe the elders have a point. We could consider their suggestion."

Nan Qing’s face flushed as well, she stood up abruptly, looking down at Su Cheng with righteous fury on her cute, round face, "What makes you think I would agree?"

Su Cheng nervously scanned the surroundings; it wasn’t very sunny at this time, and many people had come out from the Inpatient Department for a walk. Hearing Nan Qing’s loud voice, many looked their way.

If he were to rank all the embarrassing moments he had ever encountered, this one would certainly make the list. He started to regret why he had chosen such an open place to discuss such private matters.

Rubbing his hands together and blushing, he said, "I... that’s not what I meant, and it’s not that I wanted to belittle you. What I meant was, if you still like me, we could give it a try. Of course, you have the right to refuse."

Nan Qing, realizing more people were looking at them and calming down, forced herself to sit down again. Then, using all the rationality in her body, she kept her voice low and enunciated every word, "You just concede because of your parents’ expectations. That’s not you. Please don’t say such things again."

After speaking, she stood up to leave, but Su Cheng quickly grabbed her hand, his eyes earnestly looking at her, "Nan Qing, I’m not joking. I hope you will consider my proposal."