Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 220: The Failed Attempt to Sow Discord

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: The Failed Attempt to Sow Discord

Outside the ward, Xia Ning’s face turned terribly grim upon hearing these words.

A nurse was approaching from a distance, so it wasn’t good for her to continue eavesdropping. She put on her painstakingly honed sweet smile and entered the ward, "He Xing brother, I’m back. I bought you dinner. Has Grandpa He awakened?"

The moment He Xing turned his head, a flash of exhaustion crossed his face, but by the time he looked at Xia Ning, his expression had calmed without a ripple, "Grandpa has already awakened."

"That’s great." Xia Ning hurriedly placed the takeout box on the coffee table and scurried to the bedside, looking at Old Master He with a face full of distress, "Grandpa He, it’s all my fault for letting you eat grapes. You have no idea what went through my mind while waiting outside the operating room. I thought if anything happened to you, I wouldn’t want to live either."

Old Master He’s murky eyes shimmered with tears. He struggled to raise his hand, and Xia Ning quickly offered hers, "Good... child, it’s not... your fault."

Xia Ning burst into tears, collapsing onto Old Master He and crying as if she had suffered the greatest injustice in the world, her sobbing filling the room.

In the end, it was He Xing who opened the takeout box and beckoned her over to eat. Xia Ning then stopped her tears and, looking back every three steps, came to sit beside He Xing, cradling her bowl and began to eat.

He Xing couldn’t very well ask Xia Ning not to sit next to him. He took his own bowl and chopsticks, rose to his feet, and sat down on a single sofa nearby, silently and wordlessly eating.

Xia Ning was in a good mood but couldn’t show it on her face. While eating, she stealthily observed He Xing and said softly, "He Xing brother, Sister Fu Han’s condition is not bad. The doctor said she could be discharged in a few days."

"Really? So soon?" He Xing looked up at her, his puzzlement undisguised.

With a smile, Xia Ning replied, "Yes, I’m genuinely happy for Fu Han, it’s just..."

She sneaked another glance at He Xing, then pretended to pick up food while looking down, "Never mind, He Xing brother, these are all your favorite dishes, you should eat more."

"Just what?" He Xing stopped eating, his eyes unwaveringly fixed on Xia Ning, an invisible pressure radiating from him.

Xia Ning’s face turned somewhat pale; for a moment, she thought He Xing had seen right through her. But thinking this might be her last chance, her heart sank still further.

She put on a slight smile and feigned concern, "It’s just that Fu Han woke up angry not seeing you, questioning why you couldn’t wait for her to wake up."

He Xing’s hand trembled slightly—a brief moment, but Xia Ning was ready to catch it.

Feeling somewhat smug inside, she appeared all the more understanding on the surface, "He Xing brother, I’ve explained to Sister Fu Han that you didn’t mean to not wait for her. You said that as soon as you have time, you will definitely go see her, and I told her not to misunderstand you."

"Mm," He Xing murmured an indifferent affirmation, devoid of any emotion, and looking down again, resumed his eating.

Xia Ning was uncertain of what He Xing meant. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had been too subtle. Maybe He Xing didn’t understand the implications of her words.

After some thought, she added, "He Xing brother, I feel like Fu Han has become a different person after her memory loss. I told her that Grandpa had another surgery, and she didn’t react at all."

Crack!

He Xing placed his chopsticks on the table. Looking coldly at Xia Ning, just when she thought he was going to say something, He Xing suddenly asked, "Did you change your clothes?"

Five simple words, yet Xia Ning felt as if she had fallen into an ice pit. She had only felt Yang Kaitai’s scent on her previous outfit and hadn’t expected He Xing to notice that she had changed clothes.

She forced a stiff smile and said in as calm a voice as possible, "I... I opened a room at the hotel to wait for them to make dinner, took a bath, and changed into a new set of clothes."

"Mm." With just a single syllable, He Xing then got up and left without another glance at Xia Ning.

Xia Ning, losing her composure, called out after him anxiously, "He Xing brother, please eat a little more, you haven’t finished your bowl."

"I’m not eating anymore." He Xing went over to Old Master He, bent down to whisper something, then grabbed his phone and car keys and headed for the door. He stopped momentarily beside Old Zhou, "Stay with Grandpa without a moment’s absence. I’ll be back in at most an hour."

Xia Ning couldn’t care less about maintaining a girl’s pride; she dashed up and grabbed He Xing’s arm, "He Xing brother, where are you going? Do you want me to come with you?"

"I’m going to see Fu Han." He Xing pulled back his arm, looking down emotionlessly at Xia Ning, "It’s too hard on you to care for Grandpa here. Better you head back after eating."

After saying those words, he walked straight out, not giving Xia Ning a chance to speak. Xia Ning watched his receding figure, stamping her feet in frustration, to no avail.

After leaving Old Master He’s ward, He Xing drove straight to the hospital where Fu Han was staying. He had always been worried about Fu Han and now, hearing Xia Ning’s words, he felt it necessary to see Fu Han with his own eyes.

He wasn’t angry with Fu Han; he thought it was right for her to be angry at him. In fact, he was happy that she was angry with him because that meant he still mattered to her in her heart. Heaven knows how sad he felt when Fu Han treated him like an enemy or stranger in the days before.

All the way there, he pondered how to speak to Fu Han upon seeing her. An apology was a must, but maybe he should also make a serious confession. The necklace he gave her for the New Year, which she broke in anger, had been repaired, and he could give it to her again.

Fate hadn’t been too unkind to him. Although his relationship with Fu Han had not come easy, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, as long as they were alive, he would never give up.

Fu Han’s ward was now in sight, and He Xing’s heart swelled with rising excitement—he almost wished he could sprout wings and fly straight to Fu Han’s side.

Yet, as he arrived at the entrance of Fu Han’s ward, he saw an unexpected person outside her door. He greeted in surprise, "Uncle, what are you doing here?"

Fu Xingbo was sitting on a chair he had moved in front of Fu Han’s bed, seemingly discussing something. He turned to glance at He Xing, then looked back at Fu Han, "Think about what I told you. I’ll wait for your response."

After he said that, he stretched out his hand to ruffle Fu Han’s head, turned, and walked away. At the door, he nodded at He Xing as a greeting.

He Xing watched Fu Xingbo’s retreating figure, falling deep into thought, until Fu Han broke the silence in the ward, "Didn’t you send Xia Ning to see me? Why have you come again?"