Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 210: Thirty Percent Confidence

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Thirty Percent Confidence

Daisi had arranged for Fu Han’s check-up yesterday, and the results came out today.

He Xing rushed to the ward on time, firmly believing that it was he who had ruined Fu Han’s face and was determined to restore it at any cost.

Her ward was packed with people, the most crowded it had been since she awoke.

Bai Wei and her parents were there, as well as Su Cheng, Luo Qinghe, Nan Qing, and Ji Liangchuan, plus the doctor and nurses, making the spacious ward seem crowded.

Daisi had been examining the results for ten minutes now, and the longer he looked, the deeper his frown became.

Everyone was anxiously waiting, yet no one dared to rush him, fearful that any pressure might cause the doctor to walk out.

After what felt like an eternity, Daisi finally pushed up his glasses and spoke, "Mr. He, the situation is not optimistic, but there is still some hope. If we proceed with the surgery, I have a thirty percent chance of success."

"Only thirty percent?" He Xing asked urgently, his face pale, "Why is the chance so low? Didn’t you say the injury wasn’t that serious?"

"But it has damaged the bone," Daisi explained patiently, "Her case is complex. I haven’t done a similar cosmetic surgery before, so I conservatively estimate only a thirty percent chance of success. If you decide to go through with the surgery, I can design the surgical plan, and we can proceed to the operating room first thing in the morning."

The once noisy ward was now silent, no one speaking a word.

He Xing broke the silence as he looked at Fu Han earnestly and said, "Xiaohan, what do you think?"

"Let’s go for the surgery," Fu Han said indifferently, "Thirty percent is not bad, I think it’s worth considering."

"Could you all step outside for a moment? I have something I want to discuss with Fu Han alone," He Xing didn’t directly respond, instead turning his gaze to the others in the room.

The rest weren’t amnesiacs and were well aware of the relationship between Fu Han and He Xing; it was time for the couple to have some privacy, so they should step aside.

In a blink, only the two of them were left in the ward. He Xing sat down by the bed, attempting to reach for Fu Han’s hand, "Xiaohan, I know how important a face is to a girl, but I’ve always remembered your beautiful face. So even if... even if you have become less attractive now, it’s fine, I absolutely won’t mind."

Hearing him say this, what came to Fu Han’s mind was the sight of Xia Ning dressed beautifully like a princess from the day before. Even though she couldn’t remember the past, she still felt inferior when she saw Xia Ning.

Love for beauty is natural, and she was meant to be a beauty but for a little accident.

She looked up at He Xing seriously and said, "You don’t have to persuade me anymore, I’ve made up my mind."

He Xing was still very worried, but as Fu Han had said, it was her face, her matter, and no one else had the right to make this decision for her.

He intended to pat Fu Han on the shoulder, only to realize that he had been holding her hand all this time, and this time, she didn’t pull away as she had the past two days.

A surge of joy overwhelmed him, in that moment He Xing felt even happier than if he had kissed Fu Han.

For a split second, he wanted to hug her as he used to, but ultimately he restrained himself; the bit of happiness he had was already a gift, he couldn’t be too greedy, lest he scare Fu Han away again — he would never forgive himself for his whole life.

Fu Han felt He Xing gripping her hand more tightly, her feelings mixed. Her body not only didn’t resist his touch, but felt a hidden pleasure from it. However, her rational mind told her she couldn’t continue to be confused like this.

Her clear eyes met He Xing’s as she asked quietly, "Can you tell me why I left you three years ago?"

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" He Xing blinked fiercely, managing to maintain composure, although his heart was already in turmoil. The incident from three years ago was a wound in both his and Fu Han’s hearts that would never heal, and the best strategy was to ignore it.

As they were holding hands, Fu Han could clearly feel him stiffen. She guessed that what Xia Ning said was true; He Xing and Xia Ning were lovers, and she had used her parents’ status as lifesavers to the elderly He to secure an engagement with He Xing through contemptible means.

So it turned out... she was the interloper in someone else’s love story, the third party wrecking others’ relationships.

Fu Han’s heavy heart lasted until He Xing left, as Su Cheng and Nan Qing came to persuade her, and continued until night fell.

During this time, all she thought about was how fortunate it was that she had amnesia, allowing her to leave He Xing without getting hurt. True lovers were meant to be together, and love was always a game for two.

...

Bai Wei’s phone rang; she casually took it out and saw a message from Luo Qinghe, who was just a wall away, "I have something I want to discuss with you, can you come out for a bit?"

She glanced at the sofa, where her mother was reclining on the armrest watching a drama, while her father sat at the end of the sofa typing away on a computer, her mother’s feet resting on his legs.

It was a scene she had grown accustomed to since childhood, leading her to believe that all parents were like this, close-knit, speaking with smiles, always exuding a warm feeling.

But what she had witnessed that day was Luo Qinghe’s parents accusing and cursing each other, even resorting to physical violence — yet usually, they seemed so noble, so affectionate, it was all a lie.

Not all couples were loving; the man she liked would not, like her father, be eternally faithful to love.

Clenching her phone tightly until pain spread through her palm, she slowly raised her head and looked at her parents, "Dad, Mom, Luo Qinghe wants to talk to me, what do you think, should I go?"

Ever since they had awakened from the car accident, she and Luo Qinghe had exchanged a few words, but it was always in the presence of others; they never had a "talk".

Looking up from behind the computer, Fu Xingbo smiled at Bai Wei, "Do you want to go?"

"I don’t know," Bai Wei said, frustratedly running her fingers through her hair, which had grown from a bob to shoulder length without her noticing, "I feel like we should clear things up, but I don’t know what to say."