Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 230: The Increasingly Beautiful Face

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Increasingly Beautiful Face

The ward once again fell silent. Two minutes later, Luo Qiluo’s earth-shattering cries echoed throughout the ward. Pointing at Li Qingjiang and Luo Qinghe, she exclaimed, "You two heartless brutes, you’re all ganging up with dad to bully me."

"Once you get divorced tomorrow, dad won’t bully you anymore." Luo Qinghe snorted coldly, turned his head to look out of the window, and said indifferently, "Rest assured, after the divorce, my brother and I won’t abandon you."

Luo Qiluo’s tears stopped instantly as she stared blankly at Luo Qinghe, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Although Li Qingjiang felt some pity, he ultimately remained silent as well.

From the standpoint of an onlooker, it seemed only right that Qin Xiaonian threw sulfuric acid at Bai Wei, and Luo Qinghe deserved praise for shielding her. To put it bluntly, if Luo Qinghe hadn’t been there, Qin Xiaonian wouldn’t have thrown the sulfuric acid at Bai Wei in the first place.

Besides, the injuries Luo Qinghe suffered were treated promptly and weren’t particularly severe. After a period of time and a skin graft surgery, others wouldn’t be able to tell.

Moreover, the area where he was splashed with sulfuric acid was his back, but if he hadn’t shielded Bai Wei from the acid, by now she would have definitely been disfigured beyond repair.

...

The day to remove the bandage finally arrived. Fu Han’s ward was crowded early in the morning. Half of those present were concerned for Fu Han, while many more were curious whether her face could really be restored to its original state, considering everyone had seen the extent of Fu Han’s disfigured face, which was enough to wake someone from a nightmare.

In contrast to everyone else’s tension, Dr. Daisi seemed calm as he held a delicate pair of scissors and began to remove the bandages from Fu Han’s face, layer by layer.

He Xing, who had been standing aside watching, inadvertently noticed that Fu Han’s hands were trembling. He quickly knelt down beside her bed, taking her hand in a firm grip, and reassured her, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

His palm felt warm and dry, as though magical, instantly steadying Fu Han’s trembling hand. Her heart, which had been rolling like waves, suddenly calmed.

Fu Han first felt her chin exposed to the air, then her cheeks, and finally her forehead.

Her heartbeat unconsciously accelerated again. She slowly opened her eyes, looking at everyone anxiously and fearfully. She wanted to gauge the condition of her face from their reactions.

Standing directly opposite her were Su Cheng and Ji Liangchuan, whose expressions were strikingly similar—their mouths slightly agape, eyes filled with unmistakable astonishment.

Unsure what their reactions meant, Fu Han turned to look at He Xing and asked with a trembling voice, "How is it, do I look ugly now?"

In truth, she knew she shouldn’t have asked that question the moment she saw He Xing, for he was gazing at her with sparkling eyes, clearly conveying "astonishing beauty."

Without hesitation, He Xing responded, "Beautiful, exceptionally beautiful."

"Take a look for yourself." Dr. Daisi handed a mirror to Fu Han with a light tone.

Fu Han took the mirror with trembling hands. She knew the plastic surgery was successful and was eager to see how beautiful she looked.

In the mirror appeared a beautifully contoured face, a full and smooth forehead, delicate eyebrows, eyes dark as grapes, cheeks as white as snowflakes, a small and pert nose, and lips like cherry blossoms. It was a face that combined sensuousness and structure, looking as perfect as a fairy stepping out of a magazine, flawless.

The most memorable feature was the small crimson mole on her nose.

He Xing observed the face before him, familiar yet somehow strange. At a glance, she didn’t seem different from the Fu Han he remembered, but upon closer examination, she seemed even more beautiful than before.

Meanwhile, Dr. Daisi began to explain: "Miss Fu, because the injury on the right side of your face was severe, I had to make adjustments to avoid asymmetry after the plastic surgery, so I slightly modified your left side as well. Overall, though, the reconstruction is based on your previous appearance."

His words cleared up everyone’s confusion.

Although Fu Han had seen her own photos before, her current amnesia meant she didn’t have a strong impression of her previous appearance. In contrast, she found her new face exceedingly pleasing, even more beautiful than she had imagined.

She smiled and pointed to the tiny red mole on her nose, asking, "Dr. Daisi, was this your creation too? I didn’t have anything on my face in the photos, did I?"

"Yes, I added that especially for you." Dr. Daisi’s smile was brimming with pride. "Your face was already stunningly beautiful, and after my adjustments, it’s even more flawless. However, a face that is too perfect can be forgettable, so I added a mole deliberately, hoping you’d like it."

Fu Han smiled faintly: "I like it very much, thank you."

That subtle smile was like the first lotus blossom quietly unfolding in an endless pond at the turn from spring to summer, its pale pink petals fluttering in the wind, each motion tugging at your heartstrings.

Everyone in the ward, including beauties like Bai Wei, Nan Qing, and Bai Qian, couldn’t take their eyes off Fu Han, finding her unforgettable amidst the many beauties of the world.

These past few days, Su Cheng had been trying hard to restrain his feelings for Fu Han, but when his gaze accidentally met hers, his heart pounded as if beating drums and gongs.

Even though Fu Han only glanced at him, he felt as though his heart could soar to the heavens. He couldn’t help but beam, his joy evident. From the corner of his eye, he inadvertently locked eyes with Nan Qing’s inquisitive gaze.

Nan Qing’s look was as cold as winter snow, chilling his exuberant heart in an instant. He silently shifted his gaze out the window, avoiding looking at Fu Han and Nan Qing any longer.

The discharge procedures for Fu Han were handled by Liang Tao, as instructed by He Xing, who had originally intended to take Fu Han home. However, Uncle Zhou called, saying that the elder He wanted to see him.

He Xing looked apologetically at Fu Han. He had tried to visit her as much as possible over the past few days, but in total, he had spent less than an hour with her each day.

He had already told her a few minutes ago he would take her home, and now he really didn’t know how to broach the subject.

Fu Han, who had been packing up, paused when she sensed someone standing behind her. She turned around and inadvertently met He Xing’s gaze, causing both to blush.

She lowered her head and shifted her gaze away in haste. "I’ll be done packing soon."

"Xiaohan..." He Xing’s face was full of remorse as he spoke with difficulty, "I’m sorry, I... came up with something urgent and can’t take you home."

Fu Han’s smile stiffened for a moment, but she quickly recovered and said, "No problem. Su Cheng has a car, and since he’s going our way, I can just ride with him."