Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 275: Immortal Couple

Chapter 275: Chapter 275: Immortal Couple

Xia Ning looked at He Xing and Fu Han standing by the table next to hers, and even from their backs, they seemed so well-matched. Despite her intense jealousy, she couldn’t deny that they looked very good together – it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to describe them as a match made in heaven.

What infuriated Xia Ning the most was that the fishtail wedding dress she was wearing had cost her a fortune to wrest from a newlywed couple. The tailor had rushed the work for several days, finally delivering the dress the previous evening.

In order to outshine everyone today, she had started her skincare and makeup routine at three in the morning. The final result was indeed good; at least everyone thought she looked great in the dress, and many rich young masters had even approached her on their own initiative.

She had thought she would definitely outdo Fu Han today. After all, though she acknowledged Fu Han’s beauty, she never felt she fell short in comparison – not in terms of appearance.

But that beautiful illusion shattered the moment she saw Fu Han. Not to mention anything else, just by Xia Cheng’s drooling look when Fu Han made her entrance, she knew she had lost.

Then, as Xia Ning had expected, many people compared her with Fu Han, and the one defeated utterly was Xia Ning, not Fu Han.

Now Fu Han had changed into a bright red Chinese-style dress. Red is a tricky color to pull off, but Fu Han looked surprisingly stunning in it, like a regal peony. Even amidst a sea of flowers, she was the one that nobody could ignore.

Next to Fu Han, Xia Ning felt like a pink rose – not even a rose, just a pink china rose. Though equally beautiful, she was worlds apart from the peony.

Xia Ning’s teeth gritted audibly as she vehemently pulled Xia Cheng aside, "Have you remembered what I told you to do? You’re only allowed to succeed, not fail."

Xia Cheng was staring transfixed at Fu Han’s figure. At Xia Ning’s words, he glanced at her discontentedly and said with a sleazy stroke of his chin, "I know..." He paused before adding lecherously, "I never realized before how pretty little Fu Han has grown. He Xing is really lucky. If I had known, I might have pursued Fu Han myself. Maybe if I had married Fu Han, you could have easily wed He Xing."

His words were like adding fuel to the fire. It was beyond Xia Ning’s wildest imagination that Xia Cheng would brazenly covet Fu Han’s beauty when he had always been the one to help Xia Ning deal with Fu Han.

Seething, she pinched Xia Cheng hard on the shoulder, "Stop saying such useless things. No one likes hearing it; it’s disgusting!"

Xia Cheng rubbed his hurting arm, his face full of reluctance, but he knew Xia Ning was in a bad mood. He held back and didn’t say another word.

The toasting continued, and by the time Fu Han felt her legs were about to give out, they finally reached the last table – a table with someone she knew, Ji Liangchuan.

She remembered that he had known He Xing since childhood, and they had been good friends for many years. As she raised her glass filled with water to offer a toast, her smile deepened.

Ji Liangchuan first downed the liquor in his glass, then poured another and approached Fu Han with a smile, "Fu Han, you look really beautiful today. Do you have a sister who looks a lot like you? If you do, introduce her to me."

Before Fu Han could reply, He Xing spoke up with dissatisfaction, "Ji Liangchuan, what nonsense are you spouting here?"

"Just a joke, just a joke," Ji Liangchuan laughed sheepishly, taking another drink, "Consider this my apology, Fu Han. Don’t take it to heart."

Fu Han stared blankly at Ji Liangchuan, prompted by his words to ask, "Have you asked me that question before?"

With her words, not only did Ji Liangchuan’s face change, but He Xing too became so agitated. He gripped Fu Han’s shoulders excitedly and asked, "Xiaohan, have you remembered something?"

Fu Han frowned in pain. It seemed like there was indeed someone who asked her, "Have you ever seen someone who looks just like you?"

But that person’s face was extremely blurry, as if covered by a thick fog. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, the fog dispersed, and the face of that person looked exactly like Ji Liangchuan.

Ji Liangchuan’s face was like a key that suddenly unlocked something – like the sorrowful look Ji Liangchuan gave her every time he saw her, the expectation in the depths of his eyes when he asked that question, and the boundless despair when he received a negative answer.

"My head hurts so much!" Fu Han clutched her head in agony, her body wavering as if unable to stand, and she crouched on the ground.

"Fu Han, what’s wrong with you?" That was Ji Liangchuan’s scream.

"Xiaohan, Xiaohan! Make way!" That was He Xing’s voice as he scooped up Fu Han and dashed away.

Luckily, their location was in a corner of the garden and hadn’t attracted much attention; most of the guests didn’t even know what had happened and were continuing with their dining and drinking.

Only Ji Liangchuan followed He Xing as he ran into the villa.

Because Mr. He’s health hadn’t fully recovered, He Xing had invited many experts to stay at the villa and had all the possible medical equipment brought over to care for Mr. He.

Unexpectedly, the first time these doctors were called into action, it was because of Fu Han.

Lying on her own pink bed in a dress as red as fresh blood, Fu Han’s brows were furrowed into a "川" character, her eyes tightly shut, and her long eyelashes trembling like butterflies caught in a storm, unable to find shelter. Her face was pale without a hint of color.

The group of authoritative experts did all the tests they could, and after half a day of research, they only gave He Xing an open-ended result: "Miss Fu may have touched upon her past memories, but she hasn’t fully remembered everything yet, which is why she’s in so much pain. Mr. He, please don’t worry. Give Miss Fu some more time, and perhaps she’ll recover on her own."

For the first time in his life, He Xing felt an urge to swear, and it was also the first time he thought that spending so much money to keep these experts around was a complete waste.

But just when he was about to explode in anger, Fu Han suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed He Xing’s wrist, her face contorted in pain as she said, "Tell them... send the doctors out, I... I don’t want to see them."

For Fu Han, who now was starting to remember, the hospital had always been the beginning of her memory. Every day upon waking, she had undergone countless examinations. Although she had never spoken of it, her ingrained aversion to hospitals ran deep.

Now, her mind was bombarded with countless fragments beyond her control. In this state, to cooperate with the doctors’ questions was truly too painful.