Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 284: Do You Like Him?

Chapter 284: Chapter 284: Do You Like Him?

Over and over in her heart, she thought: If I never regain my memory, will you never apologize?

Actually, Fu Han knew her thoughts were biased, but she just couldn’t control herself from spiraling into those places, her mind flooded with nothing but unpleasant memories; in such an atmosphere, she found it impossible to recall anything beautiful.

If her return to the country last year was meant to leave He Xing forever, now the thought of leaving him would only grow stronger, but could she do it?

Time rewound to before He Xing came down for dinner.

At that time, only she and Grandpa He were at the dining table. Grandpa He, as he did in her childhood, patted Fu Han’s head and gently asked her, "Xiaohan, do you like He Xing?"

Such a simple question, black or white, but for Fu Han now, it was the most complex question imaginable.

She avoided Grandpa He’s gaze, trying to dodge the question.

Grandpa He sighed, "Xiaohan, has something happened between you and He Xing that I don’t know about?"

This was another question that left Fu Han at a loss for words; the entanglements between her and He Xing had already begun when they met, and their story, if told for three days and nights, might still not be clear.

But she could share their story with anyone except Grandpa He; she didn’t mind mentioning the sweet stuff, yet once she started talking, she couldn’t control what she’d say, and if she misspoke, wouldn’t Grandpa He worry even more?

In the end, she feigned a smile and clumsily changed the subject: "Grandpa, you know everything about the matter between He Xing and me. But hey hey hey, how is your health? Are you cooperating well with the doctor’s treatment?"

This was the question that Grandpa He didn’t want to answer, taken by surprise, he began to cough violently, almost coughing out tears and mucus.

Fu Han was frightened, almost calling for the Doctor, but Grandpa He desperately clutched at her, stopping her.

Since Fu Han’s return to the country, this was the first time she saw Grandpa He cough so severely; it was as if he was coughing up all his internal organs.

Fu Han’s heart ached terribly; every time she thought that Grandpa He’s days were numbered, her heart felt as if it were being slashed by swords, brutally and painfully, yet she was powerless to help.

There, Grandpa He finally managed to stop his cough and didn’t forget to hold Fu Han’s hand, saying: "Xiaohan, if He Xing dares do something to wrong you, you must tell me, and I will teach him a lesson."

Those words immediately triggered Fu Han’s tears, but she quickly wiped them away and seamlessly switched to a smiling face: "Grandpa, He Xing treats me very well, don’t worry, the two of us... are in a great relationship."

"Really?" Grandpa He smiled, evidently pleased but still uncertain: "Xiaohan, don’t lie to me, no matter what happens, Grandpa is always on your side."

"It’s true." Under the warm lighting, Fu Han’s smile grew even more dazzling as she affectionately clung to Grandpa He’s arm and said, "Grandpa He, when have I ever lied to you, right?"

"That’s true, our Xiaohan is the sweetest, never deceives." Finally, Grandpa He burst into hearty laughter, patting Fu Han’s shoulder with a beaming expression: "So, does that mean your wedding will proceed as planned?"

That question wiped the smile off Fu Han’s face, and she stared at Grandpa He, wide-eyed; marriage and engagement were not the same, and since waking up, she hadn’t thought about it at all.

There, Grandpa He’s smile also became strained, and with a cleared throat, he said in a low voice, "Well, if you don’t want to marry so soon, it’s alright, I’ll have the wedding postponed."

A jolt of excitement stirred in Fu Han’s heart, but as her gaze briefly caught sight of the white hairs at Grandpa He’s temples, it felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over her.

She shook her head: "Grandpa He, it’s not necessary, the wedding date has been set, and the invitations are prepared. Changing it now at the last minute wouldn’t look good."

"Do you truly want to marry He Xing?" Grandpa He’s eyes brightened as he looked at her excitedly, as if receiving some grand news: "This is about your happiness for a lifetime; you need to think it through."

Footsteps were heard from afar, too soft to distinguish clearly.

Yet Fu Han was certain it was He Xing walking in the upstairs corridor; she didn’t want to discuss this matter in front of He Xing, so she quickly nodded and firmly said, "I have thought it through."

Indeed, within two minutes He Xing came down, dressed in casual clothes, glowing faintly under the warm light as he moved, his medium-length hair.

She noticed and inwardly remarked, What good hair quality.

That’s where the memory ended.

The coolness of the wooden floor seeped into her body; she slowly got up to shower and sleep in the restroom.

The night had deepened, and the moon was hidden behind dark clouds, out of sight; only a few scattered stars hung in the sky, looking so lonely.

Fu Han tossed and turned in bed but couldn’t fall asleep. She and He Xing were supposed to take wedding photos tomorrow, but after waking up today, neither mentioned it.

So whether the shoot would happen tomorrow, she didn’t know.

It was strange – marriage was a matter for both of them, yet they avoided mentioning it as if by tacit agreement, unlike Grandpa He who kept bringing it up as if seeking confirmation.

Yet, it seemed more reasonable this way; marrying He Xing was ultimately to make Grandpa He a bit happier.

Fu Han closed her eyes and repeatedly told herself, since she had made up her mind, there was no need to hesitate or struggle; whatever the case, at least someone’s wish would be fulfilled.

And... more importantly, even with all her current distress, she had never thought of marrying anyone other than He Xing.

If it was destined to be He Xing, or think of it as having never considered anyone else, then what difference did it make if she married him sooner or later?

After all, hadn’t He Xing promised her that he would never force her unless she was willing?

...

The Xia Family villa.

First thing in the morning, it was a scene of utter chaos; Xia Ning nearly smashed everything in her room. Her room, once as warm as a princess’s chamber, was now a complete mess, almost comparable to a junk pile.

Living next door, Xia Cheng couldn’t bear it any longer after half an hour and finally lost his patience. He hadn’t even changed his clothes; he just put on a robe and came over, completely unaware that not only was his robe on backward but also his slippers.