Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 266: The Observatory in Memory

Chapter 266: Chapter 266: The Observatory in Memory

A breeze sifted through the camphor trees, rustling noisily; however, the high summer temperatures transformed it into waves of heat that made one involuntarily break out in sweat.

The incessant cries of cicadas overlapped one another—why did they suddenly become so noisy and unpredictable? How could such creatures exist in this world?

Fu Han’s heart became irritated.

She tried to ask in a calm voice, "Su Cheng, may I ask you a few questions?"

"Sure." Hope rekindled in Su Cheng’s eyes, thinking this was Fu Han giving him a chance.

Fu Han’s gaze fell upon the gardenias nearby. Their blossoms were so pure white that she always felt their scent was too intense, turning the gardenias vulgar.

She took a deep breath and slowly began, "The real Fu Han knew you for only three years, but she knew He Xing for twenty years, is that correct?"

"Correct." The light of hope in Su Cheng’s eyes dimmed slightly, but he still stubbornly added, "I think the length of time one knows a person is not a reliable indicator of their trustworthiness."

"I agree with that," Fu Han responded readily, but her next words were less pleasant: "However, for someone with amnesia, I think it’s better to have known someone for a longer time."

Just as Su Cheng opened his mouth to speak again, Fu Han hastily interjected, "Second question, whether it’s you, Nan Qing, or Bai Wei Luo Qinghe, you all say that before I lost my memory, I liked He Xing, right?"

The light in Su Cheng’s eyes faded completely, as if a fierce storm had snuffed out the candles on the windowsill.

His lips trembled as he began weakly, "Yes, you used to like He Xing. But... but you returned to the country to get away from He Xing. And... and regardless of the past, ask yourself, do you really like He Xing now?"

This question truly stumped Fu Han. Honestly, this had been troubling her for the past few days. No, ever since she woke up, this was the question that troubled her most.

She remembered the terror she felt when she first laid eyes on He Xing, overwhelming as if she had seen something terrifying; yet everyone claimed she liked He Xing.

But is this what liking someone is like?

When you like someone, shouldn’t you be overjoyed when you see them? So why did she feel nothing but terror?

Fu Han was perplexed, and even from the moment she woke up until now, she remained unclear on this.

Yes, she wasn’t afraid of He Xing now, but occasionally, in her midnight dreams, she would return to the moment she woke up in the ward, Su Cheng’s teary face, and He Xing’s agitated expression. Each time, her back would be drenched in sweat.

Su Cheng stared at Fu Han with eyes like obsidian stones, as if trying to convey his persistence through his gaze.

Fu Han felt a surge of desolation in her heart and could only reluctantly answer, "My memory is incomplete now, I cannot answer that question. My engagement to He Xing was set when I was eighteen, and I sought it myself. I am duty-bound to fulfill it."

"But..." Su Cheng’s eyes reddened; his voice became fervent and disjointed, "Marriage is for a lifetime, how can you make such a hasty decision? Shouldn’t you wait a while longer?"

Wait? Fu Han inwardly smiled bitterly. She could wait, but the old Master He couldn’t; at least her current decision to marry He Xing was entirely to fulfill the old master’s wish. As for everything else, she could only set it aside for now.

"No need, I have already decided and will not regret it." Fu Han turned her head away, intending to avoid Su Cheng’s gaze, but inadvertently caught sight of the observatory on the mountaintop.

Her heart trembled greatly; how could the observatory look exactly like the one she had seen in her mind? She was certain she had never been to the He family’s home since waking up; this was her first time here, which meant she truly must have watched fireflies with He Xing before?

Fu Han’s emotions rollercoastered, so agitated that she completely failed to hear what Su Cheng was saying.

Over there, Su Cheng professed his feelings in a rush, but received no response. The last bit of unwillingness in his heart finally vanished, and he got up disheartened and headed towards the door.

Just as he was about to step out, Fu Han finally came to her senses. Recalling that Su Cheng was drunk, she quickly followed to ask, "Su Cheng, are you leaving? Did you drive here or how did you arrive?"

Su Cheng stopped and turned, staring unblinkingly at Fu Han, "I... I took a taxi to the foot of the mountain and then climbed up from there."

Upon hearing this, Fu Han noticed for the first time that his pant legs were ripped in several places and that there were bloodstains on the back of his hand. A drunk man climbing up here must have endured no small hardship.

She grabbed hold of Su Cheng, "Don’t leave. I’ll ask Uncle Zhou to arrange a car for you to take you home."

"It’s not necessary." Su Cheng brushed off Fu Han’s hand, heartbroken; in countless midnight dreams, he had longed to hold that hand, but now they were worlds apart.

"No," Fu Han blocked Su Cheng, her tone leaving no room for argument, "the roads here are difficult to navigate, I’m not at ease with you going alone. What if something happens?"

"Something happen?" Su Cheng gazed at Fu Han in shock, asking in disbelief, "Do you... do you really worry that something will happen to me?"

"Of course," Fu Han sighed, continuing helplessly, "I only have a few friends, and each one is important to me. I wouldn’t want any of you to get hurt."

"Friend." Su Cheng murmured the word, then let out a self-deprecating laugh, "Friend, no matter how hard I try, am I just your friend?"

He started with a low chuckle, which grew louder and louder until he was almost hysterical, laughing out loud.

Several servants stood not far away, worry on their faces, probably fearing Su Cheng might harm Fu Han.

Fu Han gestured with her eyes to stop them from coming over, while she said as gently as possible, "Being a friend is also important to me. Friendship lasts a lifetime too. And thanks for liking me, I consider it an honor. But I think you should like Nan Qing more; you two are more suited for each other."

"Spare me those words," Su Cheng snapped like a dog whose tail was stepped on, his response bitter, "You’re not me, what right do you have to say who I’m suited for? You don’t like me, just say so. Don’t treat me like an item to be casually handed off to someone else."

Fu Han had not expected such a fierce response from Su Cheng; she took three steps back in fright. After a few seconds, she gathered her courage again and said, "I’m not speaking without consideration nor treating you like an item to be passed along. Don’t you realize that you and Nan Qing communicate so smoothly? Often, you understand each other’s thoughts without saying a word."