Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 257: Successful Surgery

Chapter 257: Chapter 257: Successful Surgery

He Xing had originally wanted to be the first to step forward and speak to Grandpa He, but he was squeezed out of the circle by a group of doctors.

It wasn’t until three hours later that He Xing was allowed to speak with Grandpa He. During the past three hours, Grandpa He had undergone a full body examination, with every test He Xing could and couldn’t think of being done.

Finally, the consensus among the experts was that the surgery was unprecedentedly successful. Grandpa He woke up after just over two days, and not only could he move his hands, he could even walk slowly while supporting himself against a wall and have smooth conversations with people.

To think that before the surgery, Grandpa He’s entire half body was unresponsive and his speech was slurred, making even self-care difficult for him.

The success of Grandpa’s surgery was the only piece of good news He Xing had received in a long time, and it was also the news he most longed for in his heart.

Lao Zhou brought in some warm water, and He Xing himself gently helped Grandpa He wash his face and hands, with movements as tender as if he were caring for a child.

Grandpa He’s somewhat cloudy eyes were full of bloodshot lines, and he appeared to be very unsettled as he patted the back of He Xing’s hand. "You’ve been through a lot these past days. When Grandpa is better, I’ll return to work at the company and give you a long vacation, how does that sound?"

"No need, Grandpa," He Xing sniffed and his face beamed with a sincere smile. "As long as you’re healthy, that’s more important to me than anything."

Murky tears slid from Grandpa He’s eyes, but just then, He Xing turned his head away to wipe his own tears, so he didn’t see them.

Elite families may appear dazzling, but the bitterness within is often unbearable for ordinary people; He Xing’s parents passed away early, and the three of them were involved in a highway collision. As the car was about to explode, Du Wanting desperately pulled He Xing from the vehicle, while his parents and Du Wanting perished in the explosion.

Although He Xing was now 27 years old, that day still haunted him like a nightmare, causing him to wake up in cold sweats at midnight.

He always remembered, he was sitting in the back seat the day his parents met with the accident, watching helplessly as the oncoming van rushed at them. The look in the van driver’s eyes was cold and deliberate, nothing like that of a drunk driver, clearly indicating it was a targeted car crash.

Everyone in A City’s upper-class society knew that car accident was intentionally aimed at the He Group, but the mastermind behind it was too cunning, and to this day, He Xing hadn’t managed to find out who it was. Instead, the actual perpetrator had shown a good attitude by confessing and hadn’t appealed.

Since then, He Xing had gone from a happy little master doted on by his parents and grandparents, to living as an "orphan" dependent only on his grandfather.

No, that’s not right; there’s another person just as important in his life, and that is Fu Han.

After calming their emotions, Grandpa He was the first to speak up. "He Xing, where is Xiaohan? Where on earth is she? Is she angry with you?"

He Xing’s eyes brightened up. Since Grandpa had taken the initiative, it saved him a lot of trouble.

The low voices of the grandfather and grandson started resonating in the quiet ward, leaving without a trace, just like a summer breeze passing through, without any evidence that it ever existed.

…

Nan Qing Gallery.

This was the gallery Nan Qing opened with her parents’ support after returning from M Country. The gallery only displayed and sold Nan Qing’s own artworks.

So, truth be told, this gallery might even run at a loss each month; but what did it matter, the Nangong Family’s young lady didn’t care about such a trivial amount of money. What mattered most was experiencing life.

Of course, occasionally someone would rent this tranquil and elegant gallery designed by Nan Qing herself for a day or two to host a party, serving as extra income.

However, many times even if someone wanted to rent it, if Nan Qing didn’t like the person, she wouldn’t agree.

Today, Nan Qing arrived at the gallery after 10 in the morning, planning to tidy up casually as usual, think about what to eat for lunch, have a nap, and then about wake up just in time to close up.

But just as she was about to take out her keys to unlock the door, someone suddenly called her. She turned around in surprise and saw Su Cheng getting up from a bench not far away and walking towards her.

Su Cheng and Nan Qing had returned from M Country one after the other. After returning, Su Cheng started his own business; unlike Nan Qing, all of his startup capital was earned by himself without using a penny from his family.

After returning to the country, Su Cheng always donned white shirts and black ties, with his hair neatly combed, looking like the city’s most ubiquitous successful person.

But to Nan Qing, Su Cheng in a suit and tie seemed like when she used to secretly wear her mother’s high heels as a child; clearly a child, yet dressed like an adult.

Today, Su Cheng didn’t wear his semi-permanent suit, instead, jeans washed to a light tone adorned his lower half, with two prominent holes at the knees; he wore a white short-sleeved shirt on his upper body and white sneakers on his feet.

An incredibly simple outfit, so common among students.

Yet, Nan Qing couldn’t help staring. This was the Su Cheng she liked; though he wasn’t standing under the sunshine, when you saw him, you’d feel he was the sunshine itself, even his scent was special, like a blanket that’s been basking in the sun.

Nan Qing obediently waited for Su Cheng to approach, and during his approach, the stars in her eyes multiplied until they almost overflowed.

Su Cheng stopped a meter away from Nan Qing, his hands in his pockets, wearing a faint smile. "Why are you late for work again today? It made me wait for so long."

"Well…" Nan Qing stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "I’m used to sleeping until I wake up naturally. Without Fu Han there’s no one to call me, so I arrived late. Have you been waiting long? Why didn’t you call me?"

Upon hearing "Fu Han", Su Cheng’s expression momentarily faltered, but he quickly masked it and managed a small smile. "I guessed you were sleeping, so I didn’t call. Anyway, I wasn’t in a hurry."

Nan Qing nodded, fished out her keys from her bag, and unlocked the door of the gallery. She made a welcoming gesture and Su Cheng smiled again, silently following her inside.

"Coffee or tea?" Nan Qing put down her bag and began busying herself at the countertop.

"Whatever you’re having," Su Cheng replied while admiring a painting. He didn’t want to trouble Nan Qing; he had always been that way.

Nan Qing gave a quiet laugh without replying and got to work cleaning the coffee machine and grinding beans, wearing a mouth cover.

Her life had always been full of style, not necessarily needing the best things, but surely things she liked; wasting time and such never bothered her.