Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 218 Mysterious Duckbill Hat

Chapter 218: Chapter 218 Mysterious Duckbill Hat

The night had already fallen, and Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei had both returned to their rooms. As for Ji Liangchuan, he had left early after Fu Han woke up, since his bar was starting business; Fu Xingbo and his wife Bai Qian also went back to the hotel where they were staying; Su Cheng ate dinner with Fu Han and Nan Qing and then left as well.

Although the hospital where Fu Han was staying was one of the best in A City, its facilities were quite outdated due to its long history. For instance, the bathing area was still a communal bathroom, fortunately divided into cubicles.

It was just that if you went too late, there would be no hot water left.

Thus, Nan Qing tidied up her clothes and went to take a bath early. Before she left, she reminded Fu Han not to wander off and to call her if anything came up.

With her face now resembling a mummy, Fu Han was more likely to scare others than be frightened herself, so naturally, she chose to stay obediently in her ward.

She had been reading both day and night, nearly finishing "Identity Anxiety." Flipping through the book listlessly, she didn’t know what to do next.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Thinking that Nan Qing might have forgotten something, she simply said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and the face of a man she had never seen before appeared in the gap—though to call it a "face" wasn’t quite accurate. The man wore an exaggerated duckbill cap and also had a mask on. His face was completely unrecognizable.

"Who are you? Don’t come any closer!" A strong sense of unease surged in Fu Han’s heart, and she pressed the call button twice forcefully, then began to fumble for her phone under the pillow.

The phone was grasped in her hand, but the stranger had already approached her.

Only then did she notice a cold glint from within the loose sleeve of the intruder—a dagger’s blade gleaming there.

Even if Fu Han was naive, she knew something was amiss, and as the hand clutching the dagger swung toward her, she let out a shriek and forcefully hurled her phone at the man in the duckbill cap.

This was a desperate move, executed with all her strength; and since the man was so close, he couldn’t avoid it, taking the full blow of the phone to his nose without any defense.

A muffled grunt came out as the duckbill-capped man, infuriated, glared at Fu Han and muttered, "Seeking death," before swinging the dagger straight for Fu Han’s eyes.

Fu Han was terrified but found herself becoming calmer as the danger escalated. She ducked sharply downwards, kicking out forcefully with both feet, striking the man in the stomach.

The cap-wearing man’s dagger only grazed the top of Fu Han’s head, but she had kicked out with all her might, causing him to fall and sit on the ground with a thud.

"Now’s my chance!" Fu Han didn’t dare linger; not bothering to put on her shoes, she hurried out of the bed on the other side and dashed toward the door.

"Think you can run?" Fueled by hurt pride, the man gave chase, but alas, the dagger had already flown from his hand, rolling away, probably under the bed, and it was now too late to retrieve it.

He reached out grabbing Fu Han’s braid—luckily, Nan Qing had braided it tightly, otherwise, if pulled forcefully by the cap-wearer, half of Fu Han’s scalp might have been ripped off.

But even without losing her scalp, Fu Han was in agony as she was dragged to the ground. When her head made contact with the floor, the pain nearly knocked her unconscious.

The man raised his fist high, swinging it straight towards Fu Han’s cheek. Had the blow landed, Fu Han’s nose might have been completely crushed.

In the nick of time, a crisp voice rang out from the doorway: "Who are you? What are you doing?"

The cap-wearing man’s hand froze in mid-air, and both he and Fu Han turned to look at the door—it was Xia Ning who had appeared at the critical moment.

"You’re lucky!" The man in the cap didn’t linger. He dropped Fu Han and charged towards the door, moving so swiftly that he knocked Xia Ning to the ground.

Scrambling to her feet, Xia Ning hurried over to Fu Han and helped her up: "Fu Han, are you all right?"

"Thank you, I’m fine," Fu Han said with difficulty as she got up with Xia Ning’s assistance. In reality, the pain from being pulled by the scalp and the fall had left her feeling as if her bones were falling apart.

Xia Ning propped Fu Han up so that she was half-lying on the hospital bed, then sat at the edge herself. Holding Fu Han’s hand, she expressed deep concern: "It’s a good thing He Xing asked me to check on you; otherwise, I can’t imagine what might have happened."

At the mention of "He Xing," Fu Han’s emotions became complicated. She was grateful for the bandages on her face, which hid her reactions from Xia Ning: "I really can’t thank you enough. I don’t know what I would’ve done otherwise. How is... how is Grandpa He right now?"

"Not so good," Xia Ning sighed, turning to look at Fu Han with a pleading look: "Fu Han, can I ask you a favor? Grandpa He’s condition is very dangerous, could you please not keep asking He Xing to stay with you?"

"I..." Fu Han’s mouth opened, but she didn’t know what to say.

Xia Ning didn’t wait for a response, shaking Fu Han’s hand slightly before speaking again: "Fu Han, I know you and He Xing are engaged, and I don’t want to come between you. But Grandpa He is He Xing’s only family. I’ve been with Grandpa He nonstop these past few days; He Xing is really exhausted running between us. Your condition isn’t that serious, could you perhaps not be as willful as you were before this time?"

Fu Han felt as if her heart was soaked in cold water, thoroughly chilled. She looked up slowly at Xia Ning: "Did He Xing tell you to speak with me about this?"

"No," Xia Ning replied with a bitter smile: "He takes his promises very seriously. You are his fiancée in name, and taking care of you is his responsibility."

"Responsibility?" Fu Han echoed the word, shaking visibly, yet her voice was eerily calm. Even her exposed eyes managed a smiling twinkle: "Xia Ning, thank you for telling me this. I understand, and from now on, I won’t trouble He Xing anymore."

Xia Ning stared intently into Fu Han’s eyes, surprised that she had agreed so readily, but she couldn’t clearly see through the bandages.

Despite her happiness, Xia Ning concealed it deep within herself. Her face, laden with concern, assured Fu Han: "I don’t have any other motive in telling you this, nor do I intend to fight with you over He Xing. Once Grandpa He recovers, you can still have He Xing with you all day long, just like before. Really!"

"I understand," Fu Han replied, her spirits so low she hardly felt like speaking, leaning back on the bed exhaustedly as she addressed Xia Ning: "I’ve taken in all you said. If there’s nothing else, you should go back for now. You’ve also had a hard time taking care of Grandpa He these past few days."