Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 249: The Result of a Heavy Heart

Chapter 249: Chapter 249: The Result of a Heavy Heart

He Xing’s heart sank; this news was definitely not good.

The expert continued, "The main issue is that Mr. He’s advanced age has weakened his physical condition, so there are a lot of variables. Now it all depends on Mr. He’s own willpower."

He Xing politely thanked him and instructed Liang Tao to take good care of the experts, then followed them back to Mr. He’s ward.

The ward, which underwent rearrangement during the surgery, was originally spacious but now felt cramped with all the equipment.

This ordinary ward was now set up like an ICU, but unlike ICU, He Xing was able to enter and exit without much trouble.

Xia Ning stayed close to He Xing’s side. He Xing had been in the ward for nearly the same amount of time his brother had been gone, while Xia Ning had been there for two hours.

As the sun began to set, Xia Ning approached He Xing and whispered, "He Xing, shall I go buy you something to eat?"

She had been prepared for another tug-of-war with He Xing and had even rehearsed her arguments for half an hour, but now they were of no use.

Xia Ning was startled and it took her a full two minutes to react before she happily went out to buy food.

He Xing’s eyelids were heavy. He had worked until two o’clock in the morning, and his sleep had been fitful. He couldn’t quite settle, and when Mr. He awoke before six a.m., he did too.

Gazing at Mr. He, who was covered in tubes, his vision blurred.

Suddenly, the scene before him changed, and he found himself standing on an open grassland. A red carpet was spread beneath his feet, surrounded by beautiful flowers. The wind carried an indistinguishable floral scent, but it was pleasant.

Many people passed by him on the red carpet, and without exception, they all greeted him: "He Xing, congratulations, congratulations."

He Xing was confused, unsure of what there was to congratulate him for. His grandfather’s life hung in the balance, Fu Han had left for a distant place, and his current state had nothing to do with happiness.

As he pondered, someone suddenly slapped him on the back. He turned instinctively and saw his grandfather.

His grandfather looked very spirited today, dressed in a well-fitting suit with a wine-red bow tie on a white shirt. Black hair styled conservatively with hair gel, his full forehead laid bare, making him appear a decade younger than usual.

"Grandfather!" He Xing exclaimed happily. "You’re awake?"

"Yes," Mr. He smiled affably, his creased eyes appearing so kind. He patted He Xing’s shoulder, "The guests have arrived. What are you waiting for? Shall Xiaohan and I receive them? You’re about to get married and yet you’re behaving like this?"

He Xing looked down at his suit, noting a red blossom on his chest with "Groom" written on the ribbon below.

Looking at Mr. He with panic, he stammered, "Grandfather, who am I marrying?"

"You silly boy..." Mr. He looked at He Xing with confusion, as if he didn’t recognize him, "You’ve liked Fu Han since you were young; don’t I know that? Who else would you marry but her?"

Realizing he was truly marrying Fu Han, He Xing’s face broke into a goofy grin. He touched the flower on his chest and stood tall at the church entrance, beaming genuinely at every guest.

Time seemed to stretch on until the sound of cheers rose up. Surrounded by people, He Xing made his way inside the church, where no emcee was present, only a priest in somber robes.

Cheers erupted, cannons fired, and confetti filled the air. Amidst this dreamlike shower, a girl in a white wedding dress appeared.

Her face, veiled in sheer fabric, was indistinct, but He Xing immediately recognized Fu Han from her silhouette, which was etched into his heart; even by sense alone, he would not mistake her.

Fu Han, walking hand in hand with Mr. He, approached He Xing step by step. Her shoes sparkled with tiny diamonds, glistening under the lights as if lotus flowers bloomed with each step, pressing upon He Xing’s heart.

At that moment, He Xing’s heart and breath stopped; he watched Fu Han without blinking, fearing she might disappear with a single misstep.

Mr. He placed Fu Han’s hand in He Xing’s, speaking earnestly, "Even though you’re my own grandson, Fu Han is my precious jewel. I agreed to let her marry you only after your endless pleading. If you dare mistreat her, I won’t let you off lightly."

"Grandfather, I swear on my life that, even in death, I would never harm Fu Han, not in the slightest." He Xing spoke with a clarity that echoed; he wished he could bare his heart to prove his honesty.

Mr. He smiled joyously, but his words still held a "threat" as he said, "He Xing, I’ll remember what you’ve said, and you’d better keep your word."

Before He Xing could reply, Fu Han took the initiative to grasp his hand, smiling at Mr. He, "Grandfather, I trust He Xing. In this lifetime, apart from him, I will marry no other."

Thunderous applause sounded, with audience members clapping heartily and some shouting, "Kiss, kiss."

The priest, dignified and solemn, looked up, and everyone fell silent immediately.

"Mr. He Xing, do you take this woman, Lady Xia Ning, to be your wife, to love, honor, and protect her, just as you love yourself, until death do you part?"

"I do," He Xing answered earnestly.

"Lady Fu Han, do you take this man, Mr. He Xing, to be your husband, to love, honor, and support him, just as you love yourself, until death do you part?"

Fu Han didn’t answer the priest directly but turned to look at He Xing instead. Her bright eyes shone through the semi-translucent veil, and she tilted her head slightly as she studied He Xing intently.

It felt like an eternity, even a second seems like years.

He Xing’s heart raced. He squeezed Fu Han’s hand, barely containing his urgency.

From nearby came a soft laughter, as refreshing as a breeze through mountain woods, stirring wind chimes by a window, uplifting the soul.

But no sound was as enchanting as the three words Fu Han said next, "I do!"

He Xing’s heart seemed to burst forth from his chest, sprouting two pristine wings that fluttered, soaring upwards.