Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 212: Saying Goodbye Before Entering the Operating Room

Chapter 212: Chapter 212: Saying Goodbye Before Entering the Operating Room

"Remember how I once said that dating you was just my way of avoiding being manipulated by my mother?" Luo Qinghe scratched Bai Wei’s nose affectionately and smiled indulgently as he patiently explained, "These past few days, I’ve thought things over very clearly, and I really do like you. I want to be your real boyfriend, the kind who can kiss, hug, and hold hands with you as we walk down the street."

The sunlight beamed down from overhead, but the breeze made it feel not at all hot. With the wind’s aid, Bai Wei’s mind finally began to function normally.

Cheerful words were on the tip of her tongue, but what she ultimately said was, "What about Nan Qing? Don’t you like her anymore?"

Luo Qinghe’s eyes changed several times before he looked at Bai Wei earnestly and said, "I can’t tell you right now that I’ve forgotten her, but I do know that I like you, the way a boyfriend likes a girlfriend."

These words were somewhat jarring to Bai Wei’s ears, but from another perspective, if Luo Qinghe said he had forgotten Nan Qing, would she believe him? The answer was no.

So, the truth was best. With no deceit, everything could be laid out in the open, and as long as there was no deception, everything would get better and better.

...

After Elder He was hospitalized, He Xing started spending the nights there, and Su Cheng, due to an agreement with his parents, could no longer stay overnight at the hospital.

These past few days, it had always been Nan Qing and the caregiver keeping Fu Han company every night. She had grown accustomed to life in the hospital and her dependency on Su Cheng had lessened. Therefore, Fu Han didn’t feel any different; instead, her friendship with Nan Qing had gained momentum.

Sometimes, she would even engage Nan Qing in conversation, asking about their past, the outside world, or discussing their views on various matters.

Fu Han might have lost her memories, but her intuition seemed to have sharpened, allowing her to clearly sense whether someone’s intentions towards her were genuine or not.

Today was no different. Before she had even gotten up, Nan Qing was already out of bed, quietly taking care of Fu Han by washing her hair, blow-drying it, and then braiding it into small sections. This way, there was no worry that Fu Han’s hair would get tangled and need to be cut after the surgery.

Just as Nan Qing finished braiding Fu Han’s hair, Su Cheng arrived. He looked noticeably uneasy when he saw Nan Qing, but his awkwardness could not mask his determination to visit Fu Han.

Su Cheng’s gaze lingered on Fu Han’s face, which was still wrapped in bandages, hiding her wounds. He remembered vividly the first time he saw Fu Han changing her dressing.

Although Fu Han was trembling and trying hard to endure the pain, her disfigured face looked as if it had been hollowed out, an especially horrifying sight.

Considering the doctor had only given a three-layer success rate for the surgery, Su Cheng felt frightened. More than fearing for Fu Han’s beauty, he was terrified of the thought of not having her by his side.

This worry had tormented him for a day and a night, and after much hesitation, he finally couldn’t help but speak, "Fu Han, I think life is more important than appearance. Maybe you should consider it again?"

Fu Han looked up at Su Cheng with a slight tilt of her head. The morning light streamed through the window and shone directly behind Su Cheng, making him seem to glow.

To be fair, Su Cheng was also very handsome, with delicate features, almost feminine if he grew his hair out. But his attractiveness didn’t have the visual impact that He Xing’s did. To borrow Nan Qing’s words, he wasn’t the aggressively handsome type, but the kind that requires closer appreciation.

Remembering the sight of her own face during the last dressing change, Fu Han felt a sense of shame. Her expression resolute, she said, "I’ve already made up my mind about this. No one can persuade me otherwise."

Before her words had even settled, she saw He Xing standing at the door. He didn’t speak, but his expression clearly conveyed the same sentiment as Su Cheng’s.

A warm feeling inexplicably flowed through Fu Han’s heart. She smiled at He Xing without saying a word, not really knowing what to say, in fact.

Outside the Operating Room, she lay on the hospital bed, surrounded by a group of people. Everyone’s expression was somber as they each offered her many words of encouragement.

Even when it came time to part with He Xing, he touched Fu Han’s forehead gently and said, "Be brave and don’t be afraid. No matter what happens, I will be right by your side."

"Okay, I know," Fu Han nodded obediently, even managing to show a faint smile on her face.

But He Xing would have preferred she didn’t smile. He’d rather she blame him for causing her accident. The more sensible she was, the more remorseful he felt.

He bent down to kiss Fu Han’s forehead, "I will be right outside the Operating Room waiting for you. You’ll see me as soon as you come out."

Fu Han’s pupils dilated slightly as she asked with a hint of confusion, "What about Grandfather He?"

"Don’t worry about Grandpa. I’ve made arrangements," He Xing said, smiling as if coaxing a child. "Someone is taking care of him. Right now, you are more important."

In truth, the smartest thing would have been to end the conversation there, but something seemed to clog Fu Han’s heart all at once, and she couldn’t help but speak again, "Is Xia Ning the one taking care of him?"

That single question changed the expression on He Xing’s face. He coughed awkwardly, trying to appear nonchalant, "Yes, it’s her."

"Alright, I understand," Fu Han said, then closed her eyes, no longer looking at He Xing.

He Xing felt as though his heart was struck heavily, the pain nearly preventing him from standing straight. He took a deep breath, his heart felt as if it was blocked, and it was very uncomfortable.

What followed was a long wait. Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe had been taken home by their parents because they still had to hang IV drips in the morning, leaving only He Xing, Su Cheng, and Nan Qing to watch outside the Operating Room.

The three of them sat in silence on the cold bench for nearly two hours until Su Cheng broke the silence and spoke to He Xing for the first time, "Mr. He, I’m here, why don’t you go check on your grandfather?"

He Xing’s face darkened immediately, and he said coldly, "I’ve said I’d be outside waiting for Xiaohan, and I won’t leave by a single step."

"I..." Su Cheng opened his mouth to explain, not harboring any ulterior motive, genuinely only concerned about Elder He.

But before he could finish, Nan Qing had already grabbed his sleeve to stop him, "Su Cheng, I advise you not to suggest He Xing leave. You two are rivals in love, and if you ask him to go, he might think you want to monopolize Fu Han."

"I’m not," Su Cheng protested with a flushed face, initially wanting to explain, but suddenly feeling unable to utter a single word.