Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 217: Trachea Blocked by Foreign Object

Chapter 217: Chapter 217: Trachea Blocked by Foreign Object

Actually, it would have been better if she hadn’t spoken at all, her words giving off a feeling like she was trying to hide something, which only made it stand out more. Everyone in the room smiled kindly.

Su Cheng also smiled, but his smile was uglier than crying. However, since the people present knew about the grudges and entanglements among the three of them, they didn’t blame Su Cheng for adding to the tension at this time.

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He Family Private Hospital.

He Xing rushed back as fast as he could, nearly running a red light on the way. After getting out of the car, he sprinted towards the Emergency Room, arriving there drenched in sweat.

As soon as Xia Ning saw He Xing, she burst into tears and threw herself into his arms, "Brother He Xing, it’s all my fault, all my fault. Grandpa said he liked grapes, so I peeled them for him, and I even picked out all the seeds from each grape, but I never imagined that he would still choke on them, it’s all my fault."

"Stop crying," He Xing sighed heavily. His hand, already lifting to push Xia Ning away, hesitated, and in the end, he just patted her shoulder and said in a low voice, "I’ve seen how you’ve been taking care of Grandpa these past few days. It’s not your fault, don’t feel guilty."

"Do you really not blame me?" Xia Ning looked up at He Xing, her hands clutching his waist, beautiful tears still hanging on her face.

He Xing stepped back abruptly, as if electrocuted, forcefully breaking free from Xia Ning’s grasp.

But he moved so suddenly, and Xia Ning, completely unprepared, stumbled and fell forward.

With quick reflexes, He Xing extended his long arm and caught Xia Ning by the waist, steadying her.

Xia Ning, who had braced herself for a hard landing, ended up in the arms of He Xing, and for the first time outside of dancing, he was holding her waist.

Her cheeks flamed red, and she felt all her strength drain away, her body light as though floating on clouds, without foundation.

If she could, she would love to stay in He Xing’s arms forever.

Unfortunately, He Xing let go as soon as she was steady on her feet. Xia Ning clung to that fleeting feeling, while regretting how short the embrace had been.

With a quick thought, tears welled up in Xia Ning’s eyes again, and in a pitiful voice she said, "Brother He Xing, are you really not angry with me?"

"No," He Xing did not look at Xia Ning, his gaze turning towards the end of the corridor and the staircase. Frowning, he spoke to Old Zhou at his side, "I thought I felt someone taking photos just now, go check it out quickly."

"Taking photos?" Xia Ning’s eyes widened, and watching Old Zhou leave, she realized something and hurriedly explained, "Brother He Xing, you don’t suspect that it was me who arranged for someone to take photos, do you? It really wasn’t me, I swear!"

"Really not you?" He Xing’s frown deepened. When Xia Ning had been drunk at the bar and he took her to the hotel, there had been photos taken, and his prime suspect was Xia Ning setting it up, which was later confirmed. Now, it was hard for him not to think she’d done it again.

Xia Ning, increasingly frantic, waved her hands and tears fell, "Brother He Xing, I really didn’t know about this. I’ve been taking care of Grandpa He these past few days, staying with you almost around the clock. I had no time to set something like this up, you have to believe me."

After joining He Group, He Xing had seen his fair share of deceitful people and quickly recognized that Xia Ning was telling the truth. He couldn’t help but mumble to himself, wondering if perhaps this time it really wasn’t Xia Ning who had arranged for the photos to be taken.

But whether it was or it wasn’t, now wasn’t the time to dwell on these matters. To him, the most important thing was that Grandpa He quickly got better.

About ten minutes later, Old Zhou returned looking downcast, obviously having failed his task.

Old Zhou, furious, said, "Young Master, it was the paparazzi who took the photos. By the time I got there, someone else had already taken their camera away."

He Xing was about to say something when suddenly the door to the Emergency Room opened and a group of medical staff wheeled out Old Master He; the operation was over.

He Xing immediately put aside everything and rushed forward, "Doctor, how is my grandpa doing?"

"He’s out of danger for now," the doctor said helplessly after removing his mask. "CEO He, you must remember that until the CEO has fully recovered, he can only eat liquid food. Two grapes got stuck in his windpipe and wouldn’t come out. We had to cut open the trachea to retrieve the grapes. You all must be careful in the future."

He Xing naturally agreed, while silently resolving never to give in to Grandpa He’s cravings again. Foods that shouldn’t be eaten simply shouldn’t—especially not grapes.

He watched over Old Master He lying in the bed, his mind torn over whether he should visit Fu Han.

Xia Ning knew that Fu Han was having surgery today, and it was precisely because of Fu Han’s surgery He Xing had gone over early to accompany her, leaving Xia Ning to take care of Old Master He.

Gently, she approached He Xing and asked, "Brother He Xing, I haven’t asked you yet, how is Fu Han doing now? Did the surgery go well?"

"The surgery was a success," He Xing said, a smile beginning to form involuntarily at the corners of his mouth. Looking out the window, he seemed to see Fu Han’s smiling face, and after a few seconds he lamented, "I wonder if Fu Han has woken up yet, I..."

"How about I go check on her for you?" Xia Ning immediately volunteered, "Grandpa has just come out of the operating room and can’t be left alone, and if anything sudden happens, I might not be able to handle it, so it’s best that I go see Fu Han, right?"

He Xing thought about it and it did seem like the best solution. He nodded slowly, and, still worried, he cautioned, "If Xiaohan is awake, tell her to focus on recovering. Once Grandpa’s condition is stable, I’ll go see her."

"Of course, I will make sure to tell her clearly," Xia Ning said with a sweet smile, waving at He Xing, "If anything happens, I’ll call you. I will bring you dinner when I come back, so don’t eat alone, okay?"

He Xing nodded tiredly; not only did he lack any appetite, but without news from Fu Han, he wouldn’t even be able to sleep.

The cute smile on Xia Ning’s face vanished as soon as she stepped out of the ward, replaced by a cruel smirk on her beautiful face.

An opportunity that came once in a thousand years had to be seized, and she was determined to have a thorough talk with Fu Han. Preferably, she would shatter the last bit of hope in Fu Han’s heart, making her flee in panic just like three years ago.

Xia Ning was confident in herself; if she had succeeded in driving Fu Han away once, she could certainly do it a second time.