Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 256: Startled in the Dead of Night

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Startled in the Dead of Night

Fu Han couldn’t care less that she was still wearing her silk camisole nightgown; she grabbed her phone, looking at the frantic He Xing on the screen, "What about Grandpa, how is he?"

Since Fu Han had left, this was the first time He Xing had seen her up close. He Xing’s hand touched the screen, tracing over her eyebrows, eyes, nose bridge, and finally resting on her lips.

Even though she had been woken up in the middle of the night, Fu Han still looked radiant, like she was glowing, making it hard to look away.

He looked at Fu Han foolishly, wishing he had some superpower to go through the screen and be by her side; he was so focused on looking at Fu Han that he didn’t hear a word she was saying.

Until Bai Qian, growing impatient, took the phone back, urging He Xing, "Hurry up and tell us, what exactly happened to your Grandpa?"

The change in the video pulled He Xing back from his reverie.

Seeing Fu Han’s and Bai Qian’s nearly crying faces on the other side of the phone, he felt guilty for using his Grandpa as leverage to threaten Bai Qian into letting him see Fu Han.

If he hadn’t used his Grandpa as an excuse, Bai Qian would have likely come up with some poor reason to keep him from seeing Fu Han, just as she had over the past few days.

He Xing suppressed the guilt in his heart, his expression calm as he told a lie, "Xiaohan, Grandpa underwent surgery the day before yesterday and has been unconscious. Just now, he called out your name in his dreams; I think he must really miss you. Could you come back?"

"Okay, I’ll book the earliest flight back," Fu Han didn’t hesitate for a second; in fact, she had already started packing.

Bai Qian’s gaze stayed fixed on the phone screen without speaking. After hanging up the video call, she told Fu Han not to rush packing as there were no flights at this hour, everything could wait until tomorrow.

Fu Han was originally in complete disarray, but hearing this, she felt as if she had found her anchor and nodded hastily, praying in her heart incessantly that Grandpa He must be alright.

She began to regret why she had left A City so early; no matter what, she should have waited until Grandpa He was well.

Strangely, she was sure that her current memories didn’t include anything about Grandpa He, but there was a voice in her heart repeatedly telling her that if something happened to Grandpa He and she wasn’t by his side, she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

After comforting her for a while, Bai Qian forced Fu Han to lie back down in bed, then she turned off the light, closed the door, and left.

The hallway was lit with a dim light, not glaring, but bright enough to see the way and not be as blind as one with eyes open.

Bai Qian stood at the top of the stairs for a moment, thinking. Eventually, she decided to go downstairs to the study room, and to be cautious, she closed the door of the study room behind her.

Then, she took out her phone again and dialed He Xing’s number, "He Xing, I’ve been thinking about what you just said, and something feels off. Tell me honestly, what exactly is Grandpa He’s condition?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, the ticking of the clock in the study marching on, each tick digging into Bai Qian’s heart.

After a while, He Xing finally spoke, "Auntie, no one can judge Grandpa’s condition right now, we can only prepare for the worst. If something really happens to him, and Fu Han isn’t by his side, wouldn’t that be a regret for both Grandpa and Fu Han?"

"I understand," Bai Qian’s mood was no longer as agitated as when she first received He Xing’s video call; she had calmed down significantly, "I will have someone book the earliest flight for tomorrow."

"Okay," this time He Xing’s response was quick.

Bai Qian sighed, "I just hope you haven’t lied to Fu Han, she can’t withstand any deception right now."

After finishing the sentence, she waited another minute. With no further response from He Xing on the line, Bai Qian clicked the phone off without waiting any longer.

After booking the flight and setting the alarm, Bai Qian went upstairs barefoot and returned to her own room.

As soon as she lay down in bed, Fu Xingbo rolled over and wrapped her waist in his arm, sleepily asking, "Wife, where did you go just now?"

Bai Qian snuggled into Fu Xingbo’s embrace, finding a comfortable position, "Thirsty, went to get some water."

This night was bound to be a complex and sleepless one, Fu Han spent almost the whole night with her eyes open, and Bai Qian didn’t fare much better.

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He Xing looked at the dark screen in his hand, his emotions very complex, although what he told Bai Qian wasn’t completely false, he did deceive Fu Han.

He could never forget Fu Han’s pale face when she heard about Grandpa’s condition, so devoid of color it seemed like she would collapse at any moment; even across the screen, he was worried she might fall.

But the huge temptation was in front of him; Fu Han had agreed to come back without any hesitation. How could he give that up? But what his aunt said could not be ignored. If Fu Han found out he had deceived her, would she be angry? What should he do then?

He Xing rubbed his forehead painfully, feeling a terrible headache coming on. He frantically scratched at his head, his gaze inevitably fell back onto Elder He.

Tomorrow would be the third day, and if grandpa still hadn’t woken up, as the doctors said, he might never wake up; plus, today Grandpa had two abnormal heart rhythms, though they were stabilized afterward; his heart was like a roller coaster.

But no matter what, Fu Han was coming back soon, even if once again he used Elder He as an excuse. But what did it matter? It was enough that she was returning. As for everything else, he would have to figure out a way.

Suddenly his gaze sharpened—Elder He’s hand moved slightly, a very subtle tremor; if he hadn’t been staring, he might have missed the movement of his fingers.

He Xing’s breathing almost stopped in excitement, watching Elder He unblinkingly, afraid that his earlier observation was merely an illusion.

A breeze slipped through the slightly open window, causing the curtains to sway gently, like butterflies dancing in sunlight; under the eyelids, He Xing’s eyelashes cast a large shadow, and in those deep black pupils, there was a flickering light, like twinkling diamonds.

After what seemed like an eternity, another of Elder He’s fingers moved, and this time He Xing was one hundred percent sure he had not been mistaken.

His heart soared, but he dared not make a sound, or even speak, scared any noise might startle Elder He. He could only use gestures to signal Old Zhou to call the doctor.

In no time at all, the large ward was filled with people, mostly experts who operated on Elder He, as well as doctors and nurses who wanted to witness this historic moment.

As time ticked by, Elder He progressed from being able only to move one finger to slowly moving both hands, until finally, after nearly half an hour, Elder He truly opened his eyes.