Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 242 - The Plane Five Minutes Later

Chapter 242: Chapter 242 - The Plane Five Minutes Later

"Finally gone." Xia Ning smiled happily, feeling that the slap she had endured from her father was totally worth it. As long as Fu Han was willing to leave, she was willing to pay any price.

She took out He Xing’s phone to call him, but the call was hung up as soon as it connected. Undeterred, she dialed again, only to receive a message indicating an ongoing call on the other end.

Sighing with resignation, she silently put the phone away. After all, that annoying person was already gone, and there was no need to rush to see He Xing at this moment. Time was on her side.

...

He Xing, while controlling the steering wheel, spoke to the person on the other end of the phone: "Liang Tao, hurry up and check where Fu Han is, see if she bought a ticket to leave."

"Yes, President He," Liang Tao responded promptly.

Compelled by reputation, He Xing had no choice but to attend Xia Ning and Yang Kaitai’s engagement ceremony. He knew that the event would be uncomfortable, so he did not even suggest that Fu Han should come with him.

The unforeseen event at the engagement ceremony was unexpected, but it turned out to be good news for him, relieving much of the pressure he was under.

He felt considerably more relaxed and harbored a desire to see Fu Han immediately, which is why he left the engagement venue so abruptly.

But when he tried to call Fu Han, he couldn’t get through, and his messages were like stones sinking into the sea. Reminded of how Fu Han had left without a word three years earlier, He Xing panicked.

He consoled himself internally, remembering that they had said goodnight to each other just the night before, and even if she still suffered from memory loss, they had at least formed some new emotional bonds.

But the memory of Fu Han leaving without notice three years ago kept replaying in his mind. He made a call to Liang Tao immediately; he couldn’t wait any longer, not even a second.

In less than five minutes, Liang Tao called back. Heaven only knows what those five minutes meant to He Xing.

He answered the phone with utmost urgency: "How is it, did you find out?"

"President He..." Liang Tao’s voice was tremulous even through the phone. His anxious words then burst forth: "Miss Han bought a ticket for a flight to M Country today, taking off in three minutes."

With a snap, He Xing ended the call, and the Lamborghini shot out like a bolt of lightning, the friction of the tires against the pavement creating a massive noise that sent shivers down the spine.

Three minutes, three minutes.

Even if he were driving a plane, he couldn’t reach the airport in three minutes. But still... but still he couldn’t give up. He had to go and see; what if the plane was delayed? What if she suddenly decided not to leave?

At this moment, how fervently he wished for the cliché love drama where the heroine realizes she cannot leave the hero and decides to stay in the end, to come true in his life.

...

In the airport terminal,

Fu Han leaned back in the cold seat, watching a live stream on her phone. It was of Xia Ning and Yang Kaitai’s engagement ceremony.

Fu Xingbo, sitting beside her, looked on and asked with some confusion: "Have I seen this girl before? Did she come to your ward?"

Indeed, Xia Ning had visited Fu Han’s ward, and each time Xia Ning came, no one else was present, and she had been instructed not to tell anyone about these visits. But how did her uncle know?

Fu Xingbo understood Fu Han’s thoughts with just one glance and smiled while stroking her hair: "Once, as I was going out to get water from Xiaowei’s ward, I happened to see her leaving yours. Since you seemed fine, I didn’t question it further."

"I see." Fu Han smiled, then took one last look at the live stream, which had descended into chaos, and Yang Kaitai had been taken away.

She closed the live stream and decided to turn off her phone. Perhaps it was self-deception, but at least in this way, she might not feel as sad.

"That girl..." Fu Xingbo spoke again, asking with curiosity: "Does she also like He Xing?"

"How did you know?" Fu Han was genuinely surprised, thinking Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian knew nothing about the matter.

"Silly kid, did you really think all of us are that ignorant?" Fu Xingbo was obviously in a good mood as he explained gently: "That girl is the second lead in the film ’Longing for Return.’ I’ve seen the movie poster, and Xiaowei mentioned that she really likes He Xing and often gives you a hard time because of it."

"A hard time?" Fu Han silently repeated the words, feeling that something was amiss.

Xia Ning had said they were very good friends. How had it turned into Xia Ning always giving her a hard time?

But upon reflection, an adversarial relationship made more sense. After all, they were romantic rivals, and ’rival’ and ’friend’ were contradictory terms.

Meanwhile, Fu Xingbo looked at Fu Han with concern. Unable to hold back, he spoke again: "Xiaohan, are you really sure? Have you really decided to leave with us?"

Fu Han’s gaze drifted to the corner of the waiting area, where she could see a sliver of blue sky and white clouds, stunningly beautiful.

It took her several minutes before she turned back to look at Fu Xingbo: "Uncle, could you analyze the current situation of the He Group for me again?"

"Of course," Fu Xingbo replied readily: "After you asked me last time, I went around and inquired some more. It seems that the He Group is likely being sabotaged from behind. I’ve offered to help He Xing, but he refused."

Fu Han sighed. He was such a proud man; he wouldn’t say a word about his troubles, much less accept what seemed like charity.

The announcement came over the loudspeaker, reminding passengers to board the plane.

Fu Han stood up first and headed towards the Boarding Gate with her backpack.

Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian followed behind her, their faces showing faint worry. They exchanged glances but ultimately remained silent.

The first-class cabin was spacious, and Fu Xingbo gave the window seat to Fu Han.

She leaned her head against the window, noticing how the vast airport and even the closest skyscraper seemed to shrink and appeared as mere models from this angle.

A flight attendant announced that takeoff was imminent. Fu Han leaned back slightly, her mind becoming a whirl of complex emotions.

It turned out that when departure became inevitable, she was still reluctant to leave. Even if she had less than a month’s worth of memories here, this place held all of her memories.

The plane slowly ascended, the ground receding further away and the clouds drawing closer. Eventually, they flew above the clouds.

The view above the skies was like this—a wide expanse of orange dusk as far as the eye could see, like vast fields of chrysanthemums in autumn, breathtakingly beautiful.

She wanted to capture this with her DSLR camera but then remembered her camera was in her luggage.

Helplessly, she took out her phone. Even though there was no network on the plane, she saw several unread messages on her phone, causing her heart to pound. In the end, she decided to turn on her phone.