Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 308: The Day Before the Wedding

Chapter 308: Chapter 308: The Day Before the Wedding

The next day, Fu Han was awoken early by the chirping of birds outside the window. She was in a good mood as she pushed the window open, but just as she poked her head out, a lump of bird droppings fell down, landing squarely on the back of her hand.

Staring at the streak of black and white bird feces on her arm, she nearly vomited her dinner from the night before in disgust. She dashed to the restroom, washing her hand countless times, almost wishing to scrub off a layer of skin.

By the time she finally came out from the restroom, she was no longer in the mood to enjoy the scenery. Lying in bed, her heart suddenly began to feel uneasy for some reason.

The balloons on the ceiling, some of which had already fallen mid-air, were deflated and not only lost their appeal from the time they were bought but looked rather terrifying.

Even the most beautiful dream will come to an end one day, and Fu Han sighed as she tore all the balloons down. She bundled them all together, planning to take them downstairs later to throw away.

Tomorrow was the day she would marry He Xing, and although today was supposed to be busy, He Xing had said he wanted her to be the most beautiful bride tomorrow, so he didn’t let her do anything today and told her to rest well.

When Fu Han heard this, she felt extremely sweet inside, but now she felt that having something to do would also be a blessing. At least she wouldn’t have to think about how to spend the entire day.

Yes, spend!

Fu Han had seen He Xing’s schedule for the day, which was extremely packed, every minute and second accounted for. He had many wedding-related details to confirm, and he also had to preside over a quarterly Shareholders Meeting at the company.

She had already typed out a message on her phone about her unlucky morning, but before she could hit send, she ultimately deleted the text. He was so busy, she decided it was better not to bother him.

The villa was quiet, and as she walked down the hallway, she felt as if there was no one else around, as empty and desolate as a ghost town.

Fu Han first went to visit Grandfather He’s room, only to find, to her surprise, that he was not at home either. Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, could it be that Grandfather He also had things to do today?

Just as Fu Han was about to leave, she happened upon the Cook coming out of the dining room. The Cook greeted her with exceptional warmth, "Lady Fu Han, I was just about to come to call you for breakfast. Your meal is ready. The young master insisted that you finish it."

Hearing about He Xing’s concerns, Fu Han’s mood slightly improved. She walked into the dining room and indeed smelled a seductive aroma. Her heart warmed as she sat down to eat but then suddenly remembered something and casually asked, "Where has Grandpa gone? Why isn’t he in his room?"

The Cook, busy tidying up the kitchen, poked her head out, "The master said today’s Shareholders Meeting is very important, so he went with the young master. I reckon he’ll be back before long."

Fu Han nodded, "Yes, Grandpa should have his acupuncture in half an hour. I hope he doesn’t miss it!"

"Acupuncture?" The Cook, in her forties and always chatty, couldn’t stop talking once she started. She smiled radiantly, "The master has not had acupuncture for some days now; he said it was too painful."

"What?" Fu Han’s eyes widened. The Doctor had said that Grandfather He’s condition was irreversible and that modern medicine could no longer help. Only traditional Chinese medicine could potentially improve his condition and possibly prolong his life.

The Cook blinked in confusion, clearly puzzled, "But..."

Before she could finish her sentence, a stern rebuke interrupted her, "Why aren’t you properly making meals instead of babbling nonsense over here?"

Fu Han and the Cook both turned to see Butler Zhou standing at the door of the dining room, his presence unnoticed until then. He stood in the shadows, his bronze face livid, as if glaring at a nemesis, even though the Cook and he had never had grievances before.

"Sorry, Butler Zhou, I won’t talk recklessly anymore," the Cook quickly apologized, lowering her head even though she didn’t understand what she had said wrong. Her forehead was drenched in sweat that trickled down, making the back of her blouse damp from the breeze.

Fu Han tilted her head, feeling that Butler Zhou was unusually angry today. She spoke up softly, "Uncle Zhou, it was I who engaged the Cook in conversation. It’s not her fault."

Butler Zhou’s expression softened when facing Fu Han, and he even managed a slight smile, "Lady Fu Han, this has nothing to do with you. As per the He Family rules, servants are not to discuss the private matters of their employers. This has been the case for hundreds of years. When you become the mistress, you will understand."

The term "mistress" reminded Fu Han that her wedding was tomorrow. Still an unmarried young lady, her face flushed with embarrassment, forgetting to defend the Cook. She busied herself by looking down and eating her breakfast to cover her shyness.

Butler Zhou, however, did not seem inclined to let the matter rest. He respectfully said to Fu Han, "Lady, the master and the young master asked me to remind you to rest well at home. The master was in a hurry to get to the company today and didn’t have time for acupuncture. His health is not great right now; he can’t endure too much back and forth. I came back to fetch the Acupuncture Master and am about to leave."

"Is Grandpa okay?" Fu Han asked anxiously, looking up at Butler Zhou, "How about I go to the company with you? I’m really worried about Grandpa."

"The master is fine," Butler Zhou gave the Cook another meaningful look. Just as the Cook looked up, their gazes unintentionally met—one cold, the other guiltily looking away.

They heard Butler Zhou’s deep voice again, "You know about the master’s condition. Although... it won’t happen so quickly, and with my care, you can rest assured. If anything happens to the master, I will report to you immediately."

Fu Han knew that going to the company would not change anything and might even, as the Doctor had said, remind Grandfather He of his condition and increase his mental burden.

She nodded her head, "Then I’ll leave it to you, Uncle Zhou. Call me if anything happens."

In a blink of an eye, the dining room was left with only Fu Han and the Cook. Through a semi-transparent glass door, Fu Han saw the Cook busy in the kitchen, knowing she would no longer chat with her. Fu Han ate most of her Bird Nest Porridge and then left the dining room.

In fact, she was still somewhat puzzled. The Cook said Grandfather He was unwilling to have acupuncture, while Butler Zhou implied that he had it every day. So, whom should she believe?

If Fu Han had turned back as she left the dining room, she would have seen the Cook thoughtfully staring at her retreating figure. After a moment, the Cook took out her phone, dialed a number, and whispered into it with her hand covering her mouth.