Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 231: The Longing for Freedom

Chapter 231: Chapter 231: The Longing for Freedom

"Mmm..." The last bit of light on He Xing’s face extinguished, and his heart sank to the bottom of the sea. For the first time in his life, he felt fatigue, a boundless fatigue that was spreading.

He realized that there were so many things beyond his control that kept him from being free to stay by her side.

The moment the words left Fu Han’s mouth, she knew she had misspoken. She hurriedly looked up, trying to explain, "I... I didn’t mean that, I meant to say it just so happened..."

"I know." He Xing forced a smile, his broad palm landing on her slender shoulder. The warmth from his palm seeped through her clothes into her heart, scorching and intense, like a heat patch on the small of her back during the coldest winters.

Although Old Master He was waiting, He Xing still insisted on going downstairs with Fu Han. In the elevator, they stood side by side at the back. When He Xing looked at Fu Han, he suddenly noticed that the necklace on her neck was gone.

Worried that she might have lost it, he quickly touched Fu Han’s shoulder and asked.

Fumbling in the pocket of her jeans, Fu Han pulled out the lotus necklace, "I’m not used to wearing necklaces, so I took it off. I’ll put it in a box when I get back."

"Alright, if you don’t like it, don’t wear it." He Xing smiled, pretending not to see the guilt on Fu Han’s face.

...

Huating No.1.

Fu Han paced around the room in her slippers. She knew that this was the home she and Nan Qing had lived in for half a year, but she had no recollection of it, as alien as if she’d never been there before.

From the day she woke up until today, she had been in the hospital. Huating No.1 was the first place she had been to apart from the hospital, and the unfamiliarity made her feel somewhat repelled.

Yet she was very clear in her mind that no matter how uncomfortable she was with the outside environment, she had to adapt to it.

She sat in the hanging basket on the balcony, the wind blowing in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. All that met her eyes were high-rises, as if even the sky had been chopped into pieces by these buildings.

Freedom!

This word appeared in Fu Han’s heart for the first time. She touched the SLR camera resting on her lap and closed her eyes lightly, vaguely feeling that this object was familiar.

She really wanted to take a photo, but she had already tried—there was no power in the SLR, probably because it hadn’t been used for too long. She looked for the charger in the living room but couldn’t find it. Nan Qing and Su Cheng were tidying up the room, and she didn’t want to disturb them.

Fu Han glanced at her phone and saw an unread message from Xia Ning, "I have something important to discuss with you, please come over."

She clutched her phone, hesitating on how to reply to the message. Xia Ning said they had grown up together as friends, but Fu Han thought that since both of them liked He Xing, they should be rivals rather than friends. How could they still be friends?

Just then, another new message arrived from Xia Ning, "It’s about He Xing. If you don’t come, I hope you won’t regret it later!"

Fu Han’s heart thumped uncontrollably, and her forehead began to ache as if something was about to burst forth. Her hands, seemingly out of her control, replied with two words, "Okay."

In the kitchen, Nan Qing and Su Cheng were busily cleaning, chatting from time to time in a lively atmosphere.

Fu Han knocked on the door, and under the watchful eyes of both of them, she tried to appear as calm as possible, "I want to go out for a bit, I’ll be back soon."

"How about I come with you?" Su Cheng spoke as he was ready to take off his apron.

"No need, no need!" Fu Han hurriedly waved her hands, "There’s still so much cleaning to do at home. Do you want to leave it all to Nan Qing?"

Initially, Fu Han had also insisted on cleaning together, but Su Cheng and Nan Qing felt that since her hand hadn’t fully recovered, and her face was still healing, it was best not to do things like cleaning. Dust was not good for her recovery.

This reasoning immediately convinced Su Cheng. Embarrassed, he blushed and smiled, "Then let Nan Qing go down with you, and I’ll clean up by myself."

"But..." The smile on Fu Han’s face deepened, and with a touch of playfulness, she said, "After all, this is our girl’s home. If we aren’t here, it’ll be inconvenient for you."

This was indeed true. In the end, Su Cheng and Nan Qing could only tell Fu Han not to go far and to call them if anything happened, then they watched her leave.

...

Old Master He’s ward.

He Xing ran in all the way, so frantic that he was panting. Fine beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and the tip of his nose, and even his cheeks and neck were glistening with sweat.

His white shirt was damp with sweat on the front, revealing the contours of his firm chest through the semi-transparent fabric, an innate sensuality.

"Grandfather, how is Grandpa?" He Xing rushed over to Old Zhou, anxious as can be, and hurriedly asked.

Old Zhou pointed towards Old Master He’s bed, "The old master is still spirited right now, young master, you can talk to him yourself."

Old Master He lifted his hand, muttering through his effort, "He... Xing, He... Xing."

"Grandfather, what’s wrong?" He Xing dashed forward, covering the remaining distance in mere seconds. Just this morning when he set off for Fu Han’s hospital, Old Master He had been in much better shape than now. Although he occasionally stumbled over words, he was mostly coherent.

Old Master He grabbed He Xing’s hand forcefully, his face red as he struggled to speak, "You... the company... how is it... now?"

He Xing turned to look at Old Zhou, worried about upsetting his grandfather, so he had never talked about the company’s affairs in front of Old Master He these past few days.

Old Zhou sighed, helplessly saying, "Young master, when you went to see Miss Fu Han, Miss Xia Ning came by. She accidentally mentioned that the Xia Group could help, and the old master... the old master became agitated, and then this happened."

A grating sound of bones came, the noise of He Xing clenching his fist in fury. His handsome face turned pale, and his deep eyes shimmered with a profound light.

Although Old Zhou knew that He Xing wasn’t angry with him, the sweat still broke out on his back, chilling him when the breeze blew.

He couldn’t help but mutter in his mind, thankfully Xia Ning wasn’t here at the moment, for He Xing might have torn her to pieces had she been.

He Xing took several deep breaths to calm his emotions before smiling and bending down to speak to his grandfather, "Grandfather, don’t worry, the He Group will definitely be fine. You just need to focus on getting better, and I’ll handle the rest."

"No..." Old Master He became frantic and managed to prop himself up halfway, his dim eyes bloodshot, "I... I don’t want you... to save the He Group... I... I want you and Xiaohan both to be happy."