Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 281: Eating at a Street Stall Together

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: Eating at a Street Stall Together

He Xing refused to give up, clutching the balloons tightly, his face donning an even warmer smile, "Okay, then I’ll take them home and put them in your room, is that okay?"

A breeze came by, causing the balloons to sway; the little bunny, little turtle, and the pony with wings seemed to be play fighting, looking particularly adorable.

Fu Han stared at the balloons in a trance for a while before she eventually gave a silent nod: "Okay, thank you."

The simple word "okay" was enough to elate He Xing, yet the "thank you" that followed cut his joy in half at least, but after today’s trials, He Xing’s resilience had considerably improved.

The tempting aroma of food wafted over with the wind. Fu Han looked around, trying to locate where the food was being sold. She had only had some porridge for lunch and wasn’t hungry now, but she couldn’t resist the scent in the air.

"Do you want to eat?" He Xing had never seen such a longing expression on Fu Han’s face before.

Fu Han turned to look at He Xing and hesitated before asking, "Can I? Didn’t the doctor say not to just eat anything?"

"But the doctor also said there’s nothing wrong with your health," He Xing said as he tied the bundle of balloons to Fu Han’s wrist. He stood up and walked towards a nearby stall: "Eat a little less, and have a couple more bowls of soup tonight to make up for it, and you’ll be fine."

Fu Han watched his retreating figure, her eyes once again becoming complex.

In fact, ever since she had woken up, every time He Xing wasn’t looking at her, her gaze would turn complex, with strife and pain in the depths of her eyes that couldn’t be articulated.

The doctor had said she had been unconscious for three days, but to Fu Han, it felt as though she had just experienced a very, very long dream. In that dream, she saw everything that Fu Han had been through before. To be precise, she remembered past events.

She remembered the first time she met He Xing, and how Xia Ning and Xia Cheng had treated her. She also remembered how many people said she was overreaching, a servant’s daughter foolishly wishing to become the mistress of He Group.

Amnesia really turned out to be a blessing—she could forget all the humiliations of the past. If she hadn’t lost her memory, how could she possibly have smiled politely at everyone during her and He Xing’s engagement banquet just a few days ago, sincerely grateful for their attendance at her engagement ceremony?

In that crowd were many who had ridiculed her, openly and covertly, suggesting a sparrow could never become a phoenix no matter how high it flew.

If she hadn’t lost her memory, she wouldn’t have invited these people to her engagement party at all, because she was such a proud yet insecure person.

Now, looking back on the engagement banquet, she felt as if she could see how they were laughing at her behind her back. To her, everyone’s gaze was like a knife.

He Xing knew exactly how they had made life difficult for her before, yet he still invited them.

Why? Didn’t He Xing know she was always a person who believed in an eye for an eye, a grievance for a grievance? If He Xing had just thought from her perspective, he should have known she would never reconcile with that verminous bunch.

Didn’t He Xing realize she would never settle her differences with those so-called gentlemen who flaunted their family wealth, mingling with Xia Ning and Xia Cheng, seizing every opportunity to mock Fu Han as a clown? She felt disgusted at the sight of them!

From a distance, He Xing came running back, carrying two disposable boxes, one hand still holding a white disposable bag.

Fu Han stopped her untimely daydreaming, thinking to adopt a poker face, only to see He Xing wiping sweat from his shoulder.

It was a small gesture, yet one Fu Han had never seen He Xing make.

From a young age, almost everyone described He Xing with phrases like ’mature beyond his years’. He was precise and composed in everything he did, never flustered.

But now, He Xing, dressed in a tailored suit, had hurried to buy street food for her. He was so rushed to return that he was drenched in sweat.

Even though Fu Han was in a bad mood, she could no longer remain indifferent.

She took the initiative to help He Xing with the items, tied the unruly balloons to the backrest of a seat, and then pulled out a paper towel from her small bag to hand over to He Xing.

He Xing hastily wiped the sweat from his face and neck, then presented the food to Fu Han as if unveiling treasures: "I’ve already tried it—the stinky tofu from this stall is delicious, and they have barbeque too. I got a bit of everything, not too spicy, so give it a try."

Fu Han looked at the somewhat deformed paper bowl crushed by He Xing’s hands. Her eyes welled up, using the act of eating to push back the tears.

At this moment, Fu Han had no idea that she would look back on this day for many years to come. She wouldn’t remember what stinky tofu tasted like, only that it was the most delicious stinky tofu she ever ate; she wouldn’t remember what kind of barbeque He Xing bought, but she would recall eating joyously, every bite greasy and delightfully messy.

What they ate was just a simple street barbeque, and the vendor’s skills were quite ordinary, but with their moods so different, they managed to make this cheap "barbeque" feel extraordinary.

As the sun began to set, the Lamborghini roared to life again.

He Xing tied the balloons to the car door handles, and they danced in the wind, attracting countless stares along the way.

Fu Han didn’t like such a showy display, but it seemed a waste to discard so many balloons, and setting them free would pollute the environment. So she just closed her eyes tightly, pretending to sleep, acting as if she knew nothing.

When the He Family patriarch heard Fu Han was discharged, he had instructed his servants to prepare dinner early. As they returned, the old man waited at the door with his cane, eagerly watching the winding road that led to Lanwan Mountain.

From afar, Fu Han could see the patriarch’s figure. Although he was tall, for some reason, he now seemed to be a man in need of careful protection.

Fu Han thought about how she hadn’t been there for the patriarch after her amnesia and when he had surgery and was hospitalized, and her heart was filled with regret.

After she got out of the car, she quickly went to give him a big hug, even giving him a kiss on the cheek, just like she had when she was a little girl.

He beamed with joy, repeatedly praising Fu Han.

Although they were not related by blood, they were closer than any grandparent-grandchild duo.

Fu Han held one of the patriarch’s hands while supporting him with his cane in the other, the two of them walking in talking and laughing; He Xing, who had lagged behind to park the car, followed two meters behind.

Watching the pair ahead, He Xing realized they were the two most important people in his life, the ones he would protect at any cost.