Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 276: The Same Pain

Chapter 276: Chapter 276: The Same Pain

Her words were like a decree to He Xing, and he didn’t bother to listen to the doctors prattle on. He sent everyone away, but just as he was about to close Fu Han’s bedroom door, he noticed Ji Liangchuan standing at the doorway, not leaving. He hesitated but ultimately did not shut the door.

After all, if it wasn’t for Ji Liangchuan, those doctors wouldn’t have arrived so quickly.

Ji Liangchuan remained standing at the doorway the entire time, neither entering nor leaving. His eyes were complex, as if waiting for something, yet also as if he was waiting for nothing at all.

He Xing had no time to worry about Ji Liangchuan at that moment; he sat beside Fu Han’s bed attempting to take her hand while asking with concern, "Xiaohan, how do you feel? If you’re feeling unwell, you mustn’t bear it silently."

"I’m fine; I feel much better." Fu Han moved imperceptibly, avoiding He Xing’s grasp. She slightly tilted her head to look at He Xing, and although she was looking up at him, He Xing was still strikingly handsome, his charm now tinged with a touch of sadness.

She knew part of his sorrow was because she didn’t let him hold her hand, and another part was...

After a moment of thought, Fu Han asked the question that she had been wanting to ask for a long time, "He Xing, do you really want me to recover my memory quickly?"

This question caused He Xing’s already pale face to become even more bloodless. He took a deep breath, and eventually managed a faint smile, "Xiaohan, don’t overthink it. Whether or not you regain your memory, my love for you will not change."

Actually, Fu Han’s question also plagued He Xing. Countless times he had woken up from nightmares in a cold sweat; in those dreams, Fu Han, with a face covered in blood, repeatedly asked He Xing, "He Xing, is this what you hoped for?"

Of course, this wasn’t what He Xing had hoped for, but the disfigurement and amnesia suffered by Fu Han were entirely his doing. If he hadn’t lost his temper at Fu Han without fully understanding the situation, how could she have mistaken the accelerator for the brake, resulting in the car accident?

To this day, He Xing still couldn’t figure out what he should do to obtain Fu Han’s forgiveness if she remembered everything. Or, if Fu Han recovered all her memories, would she still be willing to stay with him?

He Xing wasn’t sure, so when he found out that Fu Han and Fu Xingbo had left without a word, his first suspicion was that Fu Han had regained her memory, harbored resentment towards him, and wanted to leave.

It was only after confirming that Fu Han had not regained her memory that He Xing dared to take a risk and asked his grandfather for help, using marriage to bind Fu Han to his side.

He knew his actions were despicable, but he would rather die himself than suffer the pain of losing Fu Han again. Heaven knows how he had spent those three years when Fu Han was abroad; those days were like hell, and he never wanted to experience them again.

So now, with Fu Han asking him if he wished for her to regain her memory, He Xing truly didn’t know how to answer, because even he didn’t know what he truly wanted deep down.

He and Fu Han had grown up together since childhood and shared many beautiful memories. Of course, he wanted Fu Han to remember them; yet, he had also hurt Fu Han many times. These were lifelong pains for both of them, and part of him didn’t want Fu Han to remember.

The wind blew through the window; the warm summer breeze mingled with a sigh and suddenly turned cool.

Fu Han calmly shifted her gaze away from He Xing. She looked at the touching sight of the blue morning glories in the garden, countless blossoms unfolding one after another.

These flowers were so ordinary, yet also so extraordinary; in her eyes, this sea of blue was far more attractive than any of the precious varieties in the Garden.

She didn’t know how much time had passed when she let out a faint sigh, then closed her eyes again, "I understand. I’ll take good care of myself. There are many guests today; you should go entertain them."

"But..." He Xing was reluctant to leave and opened his mouth as though to speak.

Fu Han cut him off sternly, "If I need anything, I’ll call you!"

There was now a hint of impatience in her voice. He Xing felt a pang in his heart, deeply gazing at Fu Han before he finally agreed and slowly left.

With a click, the door closed. Fu Han’s eyes opened.

She slowly got up, barefoot, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. To the left, the window revealed the beautiful scenery of Lanwan Mountain. To the right, the lively Garden, where guests were drinking merrily with countless empty wine bottles piled high. From the looks of it, this banquet seemed set to continue for several more hours.

Although Fu Han had just been among those bustling guests moments ago, now, watching the banquet, it was as though it was another world, so unfamiliar.

Of course, with so many people there, she couldn’t count on both hands the number she knew.

In the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window, she could vaguely see herself in a bright red dress. At first, she thought the color of the dress was like tomato sauce, but now, the more she looked at it, the more it seemed to be dyed with blood. The sight of the dress became increasingly jarring to her.

She felt as if needles were pricking her all over. She tried hard to avoid this feeling, but once the thought took root in her mind, it made her uncomfortable all over.

Fu Han didn’t just change out of her Chinese-style dress. She also took down her hair and removed all the makeup from her face until it was clean.

Looking at herself in the mirror, with water still on her cheeks and her long hair clumsily pinned behind her head, her upper body draped in a loose white short-sleeve shirt—it was very short and faintly revealed her slender waist. She wore gray lounge pants on the bottom.

This casual outfit was what she now liked best. Comfortable, and it meant not having to wear a skirt and pretend to be a lady or a beauty. She felt very comfortable.

...

When He Xing walked out of Fu Han’s room, Ji Liangchuan was still stationed outside. He looked at Ji Liangchuan, "Do you have something to say to me?"

"Yes!" Ji Liangchuan replied without any waste of words, his answer crisp.

Two minutes later, in He Xing’s Study Room, He Xing prepared two cups of warm water, handing one of them to Ji Liangchuan, "This is all I’ve got in my study; make do with it."

"I’ve had too much to drink today; this is just what I needed." Ji Liangchuan laughed, his smile returning him to that roguishly handsome young tycoon.

He Xing smiled too, and after finishing half a cup of warm water, he looked at Ji Liangchuan, "Haven’t you figured out how to start the conversation? If you haven’t, I might need to leave for a moment to attend to the guests downstairs."

"I..." Ji Liangchuan let out a deep sigh and looked directly at He Xing, saying, "Didn’t you ask me why I came back? Do you still want to know?"