Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 280: Three Days of Deep Sleep

Chapter 280: Chapter 280: Three Days of Deep Sleep

Three days is neither long nor short.

In these three days, He Xing had analyzed himself countless times. He knew that he had indeed been too lenient with Xia Cheng and Xia Ning, the siblings of the Xia Family. He owed the Xia Family a life, but it was not Fu Han who was indebted, nor should Fu Han be bullied like this.

He Xing was overwhelmed with guilt, wishing he could drown in it.

He swore to himself over and over that as long as Fu Han woke up, he would never let her suffer any grievances again, even if others accused him of being ungrateful and disloyal.

Thinking of this, he slightly lowered his head to look at Fu Han, and even though she was asleep, just the fact that she was breathing was a comfort to He Xing.

While looking down, he was caught off guard by a pair of black and white eyes. He was stunned for a few seconds before he finally realized what had happened. Fu Han was awake; Fu Han had woken up.

The immense joy came crashing down on He Xing, submerging him. He looked down slightly and spoke in as soft a voice as possible, for fear of frightening Fu Han, "Xiaohan... are you awake?"

Fu Han had been staring at the snow-white ceiling overhead. Hearing He Xing’s voice, she turned her head very slowly towards him. With her bright eyes fixed on He Xing, unmoving, it was as if she wanted to see right into the depths of his soul. After a long time, she finally spoke, "Yes."

It was only one word, but it came out so dry, like scratching sand against frosted glass, somewhat grating on the ears.

The joy in He Xing’s heart diminished by more than half. He had a strange feeling that something was off with Fu Han since she woke up. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was; her voice just sounded different than before.

He quickly concealed his own emotions, adopting a cautious expression, "Fu Han, how do you feel?"

"Not bad." That same coarse voice replied, but it no longer sounded as unpleasant as before, at least not harsh to the ears.

He Xing guessed that Fu Han’s rough voice was probably due to not speaking for several days. He was anxious for a doctor to check on her, but he was also afraid the doctor might upset her, especially since she had clearly shown her dissatisfaction during the last examination when she had a headache.

Gently patting Fu Han’s shoulder, he said, "Xiaohan, you’ve been unconscious for three days, but now you’re finally awake, and I am very happy. Should I call the doctor to check on you?"

Unexpectedly, this time Fu Han agreed readily, nodding without hesitation.

The mood of He Xing immediately improved. He got up and walked briskly towards the ward door, but before leaving, he turned back for a glance.

Fu Han was still in the same posture, staring at the ceiling, but her deep black eyes seemed to lack focus. Although she was looking at the ceiling, it didn’t seem like she was actually seeing it.

It seemed that from the moment she woke up until now, she hadn’t even glanced at He Xing once.

Realizing this made He Xing’s mood a bit heavy, but the next second he smiled again. It didn’t matter; at least Fu Han was awake. She had finally woken up, and that was a wonderful start.

Less than two minutes later, Fu Han’s room was filled with doctors. After she answered countless questions from the doctor, a series of tests were ordered.

By the afternoon, all the test results were out, and He Xing personally delivered them to the doctor.

In the end, the most miraculous part was that the doctor said there was no longer anything wrong with Fu Han’s body; she could be discharged at any time.

All the things Fu Han needed in the hospital had been prepared by He Xing, and it was still He Xing who packed her things for discharge.

Since waking up in the morning until now, mid-afternoon, aside from mealtime when she lowered her head to look at the food, her eyes were either fixed outside the window or on the ceiling above.

Of course, Fu Han had taken a bath in the meantime. She was always one to love cleanliness the most. After the bath, she didn’t want to wear pajamas and put on a casual set of her own clothes: a striped short-sleeve shirt in goose yellow and white, paired with a pair of white ultra-short shorts.

This outfit was very energetic, not only exposing her two straight and slender legs but seemed to improve her complexion quite a bit too.

It was strange to say, Fu Han had only lain in the ward for three days, yet those three days had turned her complexion so pale, she resembled the sunlight-deprived vampires from the movies.

However, her insistence on wearing her own clothes in the ward wasn’t entirely without merit; at least she wouldn’t need to change clothes when she was discharged in the afternoon and could just walk out.

The Lamborghini sped along the road, and He Xing was in a good mood. The faint music coming from the radio was cheerful, indeed fitting his current state of mind.

At a red light, He Xing glanced at Fu Han’s complexion—fair, with just a hint of red on her lips—but at least it was much better than the ghastly pale within the confines of the ward.

Fu Han was gazing out the window; following her line of sight, he looked toward the Central Park by the roadside, where on the Square, old ladies were dancing, kids were playing hopscotch, and a little further away, an elderly gentleman was riding a bicycle with many balloons attached to the front. The balloons, shaped like various animals, looked particularly adorable.

The twilight glow from the west shone on these people, as if gilding them in a layer of gold.

He Xing felt moved, asking in a low voice, "Xiaohan, do you want to go down and walk around?"

He had actually spoken quite a bit with Fu Han today, but each time her responses were cold, as if she was deliberately creating distance between them.

When he asked that question, He Xing had already braced himself for rejection, but to his surprise, Fu Han nodded.

Overwhelmed with joy, He Xing quickly found a place to park the car.

There were many parks in City A, and the one they went to was actually quite ordinary, just your typical park, but perhaps due to its age, this park had large and lush trees, making it a nice spot to seek shade and cool down in the summer.

Fu Han sat on a stone bench under a large tree, with an expressionless face, looking ahead where some children were playing with beanbags.

He Xing sat beside her and after thinking for a moment, he said in a low voice, "Wait for me here, I’ll be back soon."

Once Fu Han obediently agreed, He Xing then left at a trot and returned in less than five minutes, his hands full of balloons.

He approached Fu Han and handed her all the balloons, "Xiaohan, I saw you liked these balloons, so I bought them all for you."

Fu Han’s gaze showed a momentary touch of emotion, but it was just for a moment. The next second, she was back to her blank expression, "Who would want these childish things? I don’t."

Fu Han had clearly observed these balloons for a while, and the Fu Han of the past would have been delighted by such things.