Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 213: Hemiplegic Stroke

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Hemiplegic Stroke

Should he deny his love for Fu Han in front of He Xing? Impossible, that would be a betrayal of the genuine emotions he had invested over the past three or four years; or should he declare his love for Fu Han in front of Nan Qing? Then how would he explain what he said a few days ago about giving it a try with Nan Qing?

A few minutes later, Su Cheng left the Operating Room without saying a word, his retreating figure appearing somewhat desolate.

In the empty corridor, only Nan Qing and He Xing remained, both of them leaning against the wall and staring at the Operating Room without speaking.

After a few minutes, Nan Qing was the first to break the silence, "Don’t misunderstand Su Cheng, he didn’t mean anything else."

"I know," He Xing spoke with a casual air, devoid of the aggressiveness he had shown when talking to Su Cheng just moments before. After a pause, he turned to look at Nan Qing, "Do you still like Su Cheng?"

"Who said that?" Nan Qing’s pupils dilated dramatically, and she stiffened, as though she had turned to stone.

He Xing’s lips curved into a slight smirk, his tone was three parts mocking, three parts disdainful, and four parts enjoying the show, "Anyone with eyes can see that you like him, you make it too obvious."

"Uh..." With neither Su Cheng nor Fu Han present, Nan Qing scratched her head and chuckled, admitting quite readily, "Alright, I do still like him. But he only has eyes for your precious Fu Han, and I have no intention of shamelessly pursuing him, so... I’ll stop liking him after a while."

"Why?" He Xing’s brows furrowed deeply, his confusion clear as he said, "Bai Wei pursued Luo Qinghe with such effort, and now they are doing well. Isn’t it a pity for you to give up after liking him for so many years?"

Since Nan Qing had known He Xing, that was the longest sentence he had ever said to her.

Nan Qing mulled over his words, feeling more and more that something was off. She raised her eyebrows and said helplessly, "You want me to pull Su Cheng away from Fu Han’s side, don’t you? Just say so directly, why beat around the bush?"

"It’s not entirely that." He Xing admitted frankly, glancing at the Operating Room indifferently, "Even if Su Cheng keeps orbiting around Fu Han, she will only be my woman; as for you and Su Cheng, I’ve said so because I think Su Cheng likes you."

"Are you talking about a fairy tale?" Nan Qing’s eyes widened in surprise. Apart from her parents and godparents, nobody had ever told her that Su Cheng liked her, and in fact, Su Cheng certainly had never expressed such sentiments.

He Xing wasn’t used to talking so much; he brushed off all other expressions from his face, remaining neutral as he said, "This is your own business, aren’t you aware of your own feelings?"

Nan Qing had a lukewarm reception to the rebuff—she really wanted to say she didn’t know. She had always thought that by staying by Su Cheng’s side, he would definitely be hers; so what had happened? He had fallen in love with Fu Han at first sight, hadn’t he?

Suddenly, the elevator door dinged, and they both shifted their gaze that way. Out came Su Cheng, carrying several food boxes that wafted inviting aromas, making both their stomachs growl; could they not be hungry? They hadn’t eaten breakfast and were now on empty stomachs.

Su Cheng first handed one of the boxes to Nan Qing, "This is your favorite minced meat noodles with soybean paste, no green onions but extra chili, eat it while it’s hot."

As Nan Qing took the box, her gaze inadvertently collided with He Xing’s, she quickly averted her eyes, feeling guilty under his meaningful look.

Su Cheng then passed another food box to He Xing, "Just ordinary minced meat noodles with soybean paste. I don’t know your taste, so you’ll have to make do."

"Thanks." He Xing didn’t bother with formalities. At this point, his stomach was beyond empty, and his priority was to eat and continue his vigil by Fu Han’s side.

The three devoured a bowl of minced meat noodles with soybean paste each, then polished off a box of crystal steamed dumplings and two boxes of Dumplings, their speed impressively swift and efficient.

Finally, each holding a cup of hot soy milk, they remembered the manners they had been taught since childhood—eat slowly and chew thoroughly, posture must be graceful.

...

In the Ward of Elder He.

Xia Ning knew that today was Fu Han’s surgery, and in order to show off in front of He Xing, she took the initiative to take on the responsibility of caring for Elder He.

Elder He had suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and was rushed to the hospital. He didn’t wake up until the morning after the surgery, which meant that more than a day had passed since Elder He regained consciousness. During this time, apart from going back to shower and change clothes, Xia Ning had stayed in the Ward.

She worked hard to make herself useful, hustling to talk to Elder He the moment he woke up, to the extent that some doctors and nurses wondered if she really was his granddaughter.

Even though He Xing wasn’t here, Xia Ning still took her duties seriously, meticulously peeling grapes, removing the seeds, then patiently feeding them to Elder He with a fork, "Elder He, the doctor said you need to eat more fruit for a swift recovery, be good now, eat a bit more."

Elder He had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, which was akin to a walk through the Ghost Gate, his life salvaged but now half his body was paralyzed and his speech unclear.

He was quite pleased with Xia Ning’s conduct over the past two days. Hearing her coaxing, Elder He struggle to muster a smile, but unexpectedly, his mouth failed to cooperate, and a long, thin trail of drool leaked out.

This wasn’t the first time it had happened. Xia Ning suppressed the revulsion in her heart and swiftly caught the drool with a tissue before quickly tossing the soiled tissue into the trash bin.

She felt so nauseated that her previous night’s dinner threatened to come up, but still, she conveyed understanding, "Elder He, don’t be sad, you’ll get better in a few days, huh? The doctor said your mood is vital."

Elder He understood that such matters couldn’t be forced; in front of Xia Ning, he felt a bit embarrassed. He managed to turn his head away, laboriously speaking, "Xia... Ning, you... call Zhou... have Zhou do these things, you go rest."

"How could I?" Xia Ning gave Elder He a reproving glance, smiling, "Serving you is my honor, Elder He. How could I be tired? I want to make the most of He Xing’s absence to take good care of you, otherwise, he always tries to compete with me."

Xia Ning’s sweet-talking was recognized by Xia Guoxiong—if she chose to, her words could make you soar with happiness; however, she could also be quite biting when upset, to the point of making you want to physically reprimand her.

For Elder He, her words just then were very soothing. He Xing indeed was very filial, and Xia Ning was not showing any impatience despite He Xing’s absence, perhaps truly accepting him as her grandfather.

He struggled to lift his hand, trying to pat Xia Ning on the shoulder, but ended up touching her elbow instead, "Good... good child... when... grandpa gets better... I will... send you a... gift..."