Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 225: Really the Uncle

Chapter 225: Chapter 225: Really the Uncle

Fortunately, her guess was right; Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian did indeed come to the hospital, and as soon as Fu Xingbo heard Fu Han was looking for him, he immediately came over.

When he arrived, Fu Han was standing by the window, looking out at the outside world. Behind the Inpatient Department was the old Urban Area, the Market, fly-infested eateries, and all sorts of miscellaneous stores one could think of.

Every day, before dawn, many people would be there, a lot of them elderly with graying hair, bringing vegetables grown in their own gardens to sell. They didn’t have stalls and could only squat by the walls; they would split their lips in pleasing grins at every passerby, hoping against hope that someone would buy the vegetables they picked early in the morning, still dewy from the fields.

In the mornings, if you opened the window and there was a breeze, one could even catch the distinct market scent of poultry and meat mingled together, an unpleasant smell.

But now it was the afternoon and the Market had quieted down a lot. A look across revealed hardly a soul, a vast difference from the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd of the morning.

Even the bustling Market, after the surge of people had passed, could not escape falling into a lull; it wasn’t clear whose sorrow this was, but there was a desolate feeling that emerged in the heart.

Separated by a pane of glass and a wall, she and the Market seemed like two different worlds; no, it would be more accurate to say that beyond this Ward was another world. Since waking up, the number of times she left this Ward could be counted on one hand. The occasional outings were either for a breath of fresh air or for various examinations, but even with company, she still felt so out of place with the world.

Daisi said she would be discharged in a few days, and by then, without this small Ward, how would she manage?

Thinking of the future, Fu Han sighed softly, unaware when she would recover her memory. Right now, she had no idea if there was any money in her bank account, let alone how much was there. No, she didn’t even know the pin to her bank card.

"Why the sigh?" came a gentle male voice from behind, carrying an inexplicable warmth.

Fu Han turned slowly, not unexpectedly seeing Fu Xingbo standing at the door of the Ward.

He tilted his head slightly with a smile: "Xiaohan, I heard you were looking for me. May I come in?"

"Yes." Something called awkwardness appeared in Fu Han’s heart. She opened her mouth and asked with difficulty, "Are you really my uncle, with a blood relation?"

"Of course it’s true." Fu Xingbo walked up to Fu Han and tenderly touched her hair. This time she didn’t dodge, and Fu Xingbo was visibly pleased: "We did the test together, and the results are out. They are absolutely accurate."

"I see." Fu Han responded, lifting her head to scrutinize Fu Xingbo. Perhaps because of the test results, she felt that the person before her, aside from being refined and cultured, seemed very familiar.

Seeing the expectant look in his eyes, Fu Han coughed dryly, calling out somewhat stiffly, "Uncle."

"I’m really happy that you can call me uncle!" Fu Xingbo replied loudly, his eyes behind his glasses a little misty, the fine red veins filling half his eye visible, betraying his emotional state.

About two minutes passed before Fu Xingbo’s emotions settled. He led Fu Han to a seat on the sofa, asking with concern, "Your nurse said you had something to tell me. Can you say what it is now?"

Fu Han composed herself, her bright eyes fixed on Fu Xingbo: "Uncle, I want to know the current state of He Group. Could they... could they be facing a fatal crisis?"

"Is that what you want to ask?" Fu Xingbo seemed surprised. Stroking his chin and pondering for a moment, he finally spoke earnestly: "Any enterprise with a long history faces the challenge of transformation, especially family businesses like He Group. It’s like a gigantic tree, seemingly majestic, but there are many parasites with deep ties to the He Family sucking the blood from it, and there are hardly any woodpeckers."

Fu Han thought about it but still didn’t quite understand what he meant.

Fortunately, Fu Xingbo didn’t dwell on this and started speaking on his own: "To put it simply, He Group is large, they earn a lot but also support many people. Among those people, many don’t do any work, they just take the money. He can’t just fire them, he can only think of ways to earn more money. Do you think that’s difficult?"

Fu Han fell silent. Since waking up, He Xing had been constantly working, aside from chatting and walking with her, and she felt as if it had always been natural for He Xing to work.

But she had never considered whether the weight on He Xing’s shoulders was too much.

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Xingbo touched Fu Han’s hair again. His palm was dry and warm, with the power to soothe hearts: "I know you’re worried about your boyfriend, but he was born to carry these burdens, so it’s fine. He’s used to it after all these years."

"Hmm..." Fu Han murmured her agreement, not wishing to continue on this topic. She actually wanted to deny the label of boyfriend, as well as to refute the statement that "He Xing is used to it," but in the end, she felt that saying anything was pointless.

Meanwhile, Fu Xingbo sighed unfathomably: "The situation in He Xing’s area is very chaotic, and you have amnesia. I mentioned taking you abroad for a check-up; how are you thinking about it?"

"Let me think about it some more." Fu Han sighed again. She had thought long and hard about it the night before. She knew she couldn’t genuinely treat He Xing as her boyfriend at this point, but to just let go of He Xing felt somehow... indescribable.

"Alright, I won’t rush you," said Fu Xingbo in a coaxing manner: "But you’ll be discharged in a few days, and Bai Wei’s tour will also be over. We’ll be going abroad then. I hope you can give us an answer by that time."

"I understand."

...

He Group, He Xing’s Office.

Outside the window, it was pitch black. In the towering building, most of the lights had been extinguished, except for a few offices that were still lit.

The knock at the door sounded, piercing the silence of the night with an odd, indescribable eeriness.

He Xing looked up from behind his computer towards the door, only speaking after the second knock: "Come in."

The door was pushed open just a crack by someone from the outside, and Xia Ning’s half-face appeared through the gap. She looked around, making sure there was only He Xing inside the office before scurrying in.

He Xing frowned, not enjoying her surreptitious demeanor, and his tone was naturally not pleasant: "Xia Ning, what are you doing?"

"I brought you something to eat," Xia Ning said with a smile, as if by magic producing a large bag from behind her.