Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 221: The Repaired Necklace

Chapter 221: Chapter 221: The Repaired Necklace

"I’m not at ease, it’s better to come and see for myself," He Xing said with a smile while walking towards Fu Han and asked, "What brings my little aunt’s husband here?"

In his mind, Fu Xingbo was his little aunt’s husband, naturally, he was also Fu Han’s little aunt’s husband.

For some reason, Fu Han didn’t want to actively bring up her relationship with Fu Xingbo to He Xing, even though she still found this way of recognizing relatives absurd; or perhaps since her memory loss, many people had repeatedly told her about their once close relationship, which Fu Han found... odd. She listened to the stories they recounted, feeling only a sense of alienation.

She turned her gaze away from He Xing, saying calmly, "Nothing much, just ordinary concern."

He Xing accepted her words without overthinking, since Bai Wei and her family often came to visit Fu Han when he was present.

He sat down where Fu Xingbo had been sitting earlier, looking closely at Fu Han. He found that although her face was wrapped in gauze, her eyes, with their watery autumn depths, seemed even more attractive; like sunlight reflecting on water, shimmering; like a bottomless black hole, drawing in everyone’s gaze.

If he could, He Xing felt he could watch Fu Han day and night without any complaint, willing to drown in her gaze, without regrets, for a lifetime, for generations to come.

Unfortunately, this pleasant atmosphere was broken by Fu Han, mainly because she couldn’t stand He Xing’s gaze, intense as if he wanted to devour her whole.

She coughed awkwardly and asked, "You haven’t told me, what exactly are you here for?"

He Xing suddenly realized, and reaching into his pocket, he took out a necklace: "This is... a gift I gave you for the New Year, but it broke by accident, and now that it’s fixed, I’ve brought it over for you."

Fu Han opened her palm to receive it, her hand adorned with thin calluses, not rough but as if enchanted. He Xing, feeling a light touch upon them, felt as though he had been electrified.

"What’s this?" Fu Han examined the necklace closely before her eyes, asking with curiosity, "A lotus flower?"

"Yes, a lotus flower," He Xing said with a gentle tone, "An unopened lotus is also called a ’heart-lotus pod.’ You are like the pure lotus in my heart."

Fu Han distinctly felt her heart pounding uncontrollably. Thankfully, even if she blushed, no one would notice. She played with the necklace, silently thinking that it was indeed a thoughtful gift.

"May I put it on for you?" He Xing rubbed his hands, his face slightly flushed, his eyes clearly pleading.

Fu Han had a refusal on the tip of her tongue, but seeing him like this, her heart softened, and she couldn’t utter the words. She could only nod her consent silently.

Immense joy spread across He Xing’s cheeks. He handled the necklace as if it were a priceless treasure, carefully helping Fu Han put it on and then tidied her slightly disheveled hair.

Fu Han felt a rush of shyness, beginning to understand why the former Fu Han was so fixated on He Xing. Although He Xing did not like Fu Han, as a fiancé, he was still decent, not to mention a handsome one at that?

Just as she was about to say something, a knock at the door interrupted them. Nan Qing leaned against the door frame, smiling at them: "Mr. He, it’s getting late, Fu Han needs her rest. Maybe you should..."

"Oh, I’ll leave right away." He Xing stood up quickly, took a couple of steps, but then turned back and approached Fu Han again, reaching to caress her hair, and bent down, intending to kiss her forehead.

But just in the nick of time, Fu Han dodged away. When she looked up, she saw He Xing’s hand awkwardly suspended in mid-air. She suddenly felt guilty and said quietly, "I’m sorry, I don’t remember how we used to interact."

"It’s okay," He Xing quickly replaced his expression with a smile, rubbing his hands as he charmed, "It’s my fault, no worries, we have plenty of time."

Watching He Xing’s retreating figure, Fu Han pondered and then suddenly spoke, "He Xing, was the arrangement for our engagement made by my grandfather’s insistence?"

"Yes," He Xing stopped and turned back to look at Fu Han, his smile becoming even warmer, "It was a gift from your grandfather on your eighteenth birthday, and I also..."

"Alright, I understand, thanks for telling me these things." Fu Han interrupted him before he could finish, then bowed her head, indicating she did not wish to speak further.

He Xing was faintly worried. He took a step forward, wanting to say more, but sensing his intent, Fu Han hastily spoke again: "Grandfather He is waiting for you, you should hurry back, I’m going to sleep."

At that moment, Nan Qing stepped in, whispering to He Xing, "Fu Han’s mood isn’t very stable right now, maybe you shouldn’t keep pushing her to regain her memory. Give her more time."

Even as He Xing’s Lamborghini roared to life, his mind dwelt on the evening’s events. He had never intended to rush Fu Han’s memory recovery or pressure her. Perhaps he was still too anxious. He resolved to be more mindful in the future.

Today wasn’t entirely unfruitful; Fu Han had at least accepted the necklace again.

With these thoughts, He Xing’s spirits lifted. He felt even the neon lights he had seen countless times outside his car window look more attractive. A world with her in it was wonderful indeed.

...

Early the next day, Daisi himself came with a team to change Fu Han’s dressings. As the layers of gauze unwrapped, Fu Han actually felt a slight chill; apparently, wearing a mask for too long truly seeps into one’s bones.

Daisi carefully examined every part of her cheek, then finally uttered a relieving statement, "So far the recovery looks very good. You need to continue to keep a positive mood, remember not to cry, tears on the wound that hasn’t yet healed could have serious consequences."

As Fu Han nodded, the necklace on her chest touched her skin, cold and refreshing, lifting her spirits bit by bit: "Yes, I know, I’ll be careful, don’t worry."

She often claimed she didn’t care about her looks, but she was a woman after all and had seen photos of her beautiful self; most importantly, Xia Ning was so attractive, and somewhat competitively, she too hoped to be a bit more beautiful.

After changing her dressing, it was time for an injection. Fu Han dreaded needles the most, but these days she had to be injected daily, sometimes more than once. She had become numb to it, knowing that her fear was futile; all she could do was clamp her teeth and turn her head away from the sight.

Nan Qing turned on the TV. Fu Han couldn’t read while having her injection, so watching a classic movie was the best way to pass the time.