Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 262: Urgent Engagement

Chapter 262: Chapter 262: Urgent Engagement

Out of the blue, He Xing spoke up, "Thank you for your help. Fu Han will be back soon, and then you won’t have to spend all day in the hospital taking care of Grandpa."

Xia Ning couldn’t remember how she had reacted at the time, but her expression definitely wasn’t a pleasant one. However, because she felt guilty, she didn’t say anything.

Hate? Of course, she hated.

She had finally managed to willingly send Fu Han away, but before she and He Xing could make any progress, Fu Han had come back.

But was she worried?

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Xia Ning’s mouth. Since you are ruthless, don’t blame me for being unjust.

By the time she walked into the ward, she had already put on the sweet smile she had practiced thousands of times: "Fu Han, you’re back? Welcome."

The joyful atmosphere in the ward instantly evaporated. Bai Wei looked at him with scorn, Fu Han was somewhat guilt-ridden, but the old man remained calm with a smile on his face.

He Xing’s face turned very ugly. He said, without politeness, "Didn’t I tell you to rest at home and not to come to the hospital?"

"I’m worried about Grandpa, so I have to see him to be at ease," Xia Ning pretended not to catch He Xing’s implication and walked up to the elderly Mr. He with a glowing smile, bending over and said intimately, "Grandpa He, how are you feeling today?"

Having taken care of him for so long, even though Mr. He always found Xia Ning to be too scheming for his liking, he still appreciated her care.

Mr. He chuckled, "Thank you for the concern. I feel much better. There’s a banquet at the He Family in a couple of days. You and your father and brother should come by. The invitation will arrive soon."

"A banquet?" Xia Ning’s smile grew even wider, and she playfully stuck out her tongue, saying, "Grandpa, is it a banquet to celebrate your discharge from the hospital? I must attend!"

"No," Mr. He’s smile deepened a little as he looked at Fu Han with indulgence: "It’s Fu Han and He Xing’s engagement party. Time is tight, and I can’t be bothered to find another venue. We’ll just have it at the He Family mansion. No need to invite too many people, just some close friends and family."

"Engagement?" Xia Ning’s smile froze on her face as she turned her head to look at He Xing as if seeking confirmation.

He Xing’s smile was undisguised as he placed his hand on Fu Han’s shoulder and said, "Yes, the engagement party for me and Fu Han. We really hope to have your blessing."

"Blessing, of course, I bless you," Xia Ning laughed heartily, her laughter so exaggerated that she was almost in tears.

Somehow, when Xia Ning had blackmailed Fu Han to leave, she felt no affection for Xia Ning and was even disgusted, but now, seeing Xia Ning crying, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for Xia Ning.

She turned her head away, unable to bear looking at Xia Ning any longer, and at the same time, she moved away from He Xing’s hand to avoid his touch on her shoulder.

The engagement, such sudden news because it was decided less than ten minutes ago.

She came early in the morning to visit Mr. He and was the first to arrive in the ward. Then, He Xing and Bai Wei came one after the other. By then, the doctor had already made their rounds, and without saying much, they just advised Mr. He to take it easy.

Afterward, Mr. He took Fu Han’s hand, tears streaming down his face, saying the greatest regret of his life was not seeing Fu Han and He Xing get married. He even repeated to Fu Han the story of her 18th birthday when she personally asked to be engaged to He Xing.

Fu Han didn’t remember anything, but hearing this memory made her inexplicably sad; shouldn’t she be happy for getting what she wanted?

Then Mr. He asked Fu Han if she could fulfill his wish and marry He Xing so that He Xing could take care of her on his behalf, otherwise, he would never be at peace in his life.

Fu Han and He Xing looked at each other for a full two minutes, clearly seeing hope and a humble plea on each other’s faces. Similarly, she felt the complexity of her own feelings, with both joy and sorrow.

At that moment, He Xing knelt on one knee, magically producing a ring, "Xiaohan, I know you have forgotten our past. I don’t expect you to remember it. I will love only you in this life, please give me a chance to take care of you."

Then, amidst Bai Wei’s cheering and Mr. He’s eager anticipation, Fu Han had no other choice but to extend her hand.

Her parents had saved Mr. He, but Mr. He had also raised her for many years, and she owed him a debt of gratitude. Today, this was Mr. He’s final wish, and since she herself had requested this marriage to begin with, what did it matter if she had amnesia? She was honor-bound to comply.

As to when to get engaged?

She had already agreed to marry He Xing, did it matter whether it happened sooner or later?

...

The news of He Xing and Fu Han’s impending engagement spread like an explosion. The reason was simple—the He Group directly released the news and indicated that this was a private engagement party and that the He Group would release related photos at the event.

Nan Qing was idly flipping through social media in the gallery when she saw the news. After a moment of silence, she still ended up calling Su Cheng, and the two agreed to meet at four o’clock in the afternoon at the bar they often frequented.

She was someone who valued punctuality, disliking waiting for others or being waited on, so she arrived five minutes ahead of the scheduled time.

But when she arrived, Su Cheng was already there, with several bottles of liquor haphazardly placed in front of him.

The bar wasn’t crowded at this hour. The bartender was leaning on the counter, lost in thought. The bar had fewer than ten people in it, and a strong scent of alcohol greeted her as she entered.

She frowned and approached Su Cheng, "What are you doing? Trying to drink yourself to a stupor again? Didn’t you foresee this outcome long ago?"

"What do you know!" Su Cheng slapped away Nan Qing’s hand, becoming agitated and incoherent, "I thought... I thought after she lost her memory and became so close to me upon waking, if we started over, she would surely like me. But why? Why?"

Nan Qing heaved a deep sigh, her face showing pity as she said, "This is just like you. When Fu Han had a good impression of you, you didn’t seize the moment, and now that He Xing has beaten you to the punch, you are here wallowing in self-pity. Do you find that meaningful?"

"Yes, it’s meaningless, I know it is," Su Cheng said, downing another big gulp of liquor, pointing at Nan Qing and shouting, "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking. You’ve come to enjoy seeing my discomfort. I don’t like you, and Fu Han doesn’t like me either; you must be pleased."

Nan Qing’s heart felt as if it were pricked by something—painful, but not obvious. She turned her head away and stopped looking at Su Cheng, "Enough, let’s not talk about this. You’ve had too much to drink; I’ll take you home."