Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 313: How Can You Not Love?

Chapter 313: Chapter 313: How Can You Not Love?

As he hesitated, unsure of what to say, Fu Han looked up at Grandfather He again, "Grandpa, how about I start studying medicine from tomorrow? If I can’t become a doctor, I’ll study nursing. Can I take care of you?"

"No way!" Grandfather He flatly refused, his anger flashing as he looked at Fu Han: "If you talk such nonsense again, Grandpa... Grandpa will really get angry."

Grandfather He and Fu Han had a special bond. Grandfather He had been very fond of Fu Han even before the death of her parents, and Fu Han used to cling to Grandfather He, insisting on being carried by him and refusing to be held by her own parents.

For twenty years, Grandfather He had never spoken harshly to Fu Han, and his "I will get angry" truly counted as a serious rebuke.

Fu Han’s complexion changed, and she looked up at Grandfather He.

She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she had looked closely at Grandfather He. In her memory, he had always been gentle and kind. She had no recollection of her biological grandfather, so Grandfather He was the best grandfather in her heart.

Fu Han always thought of Grandfather He as the youngest grandfather, but now, this youthful grandfather’s face was full of wrinkles, with many age spots on both cheeks, and more white hair at his temples than black.

For the first time, she clearly realized that Grandfather He was truly old, that one day he might fall asleep and never wake up. She had to accept the fact that Grandfather He might leave her at any moment.

Fu Han reached out and touched Grandfather He’s hair, using the coquettish tone she had used as a child, "Grandpa, when you’re feeling a bit better, will you dye your hair so you look much younger?"

"Sure." Grandfather He was as doting as ever, "Since our Xiaohan requested it, Grandpa must agree. How about Grandpa goes to dye his hair today, so I can be sprightly at your wedding tomorrow?"

"Don’t!" Fu Han hurriedly stopped him: "Your health is more important, please don’t make unnecessary efforts. If..."

At this point, Fu Han choked up, tears uncontrollably welling up: "If something happens to you, I’ll become an orphan again."

The label "orphan" was one Fu Han could never shed in her life, even though she had Grandfather He, her uncle and aunt, her cousin, and... He Xing. But fundamentally, she was indeed an orphan.

Murky tears slid down from Grandfather He’s eyes as he stroked Fu Han’s hair: "Xiaohan, tell Grandpa the truth. If Grandpa hadn’t fallen sick, would you still be willing to marry He Xing?"

This was a question Fu Han had long pondered. If Grandfather He had asked this last night, she would have unhesitatingly said she was willing; but now, as Grandfather He asked, the images of He Xing and Xia Ning passionately entwined played in Fu Han’s mind.

Her heart bled, and she almost blurted out "I am unwilling," but ultimately she stifled the words and said, "Grandpa, I don’t know."

The wind suddenly grew fierce, howling toward them, swirling the fallen leaves on the ground, dancing at Fu Han’s feet as if trying desperately to lift her off the ground.

Grandfather He sighed deeply, and his eyes suddenly brightened, "Xiaohan, then I ask you, do you like He Xing? You must tell the truth."

Fu Han stared at Grandfather He, knowing that lying was futile as he could easily discern her falsehoods. She smiled wistfully, "How could I not love him? Even if time rewound to my eighteenth birthday, I would still beg Grandpa to arrange our marriage."

Grandfather He felt the tension in his heart loosen, and his mood soared from the abyss to the sky as he patted Fu Han’s shoulder forcefully; "In this vast sea of people, it’s important to meet someone you both like, especially since you and He Xing grew up together, knowing each other inside out. I wouldn’t be at ease if you married someone else, but He Xing... he will definitely treat you well."

The warmer his words, the more they stung Fu Han’s ears. She didn’t know what to say and could only manage a forced smile that looked even uglier than crying.

...

When the moon hung in the sky, He Xing’s car finally appeared at the bottom of the winding mountain road.

Fu Han had received a message from He Xing when he set off. She hadn’t replied but had instead quietly stood behind the curtains, watching the direction of the winding road, waiting for He Xing to come.

She watched the video Xia Ning had sent her on her phone several times, just to confirm that the man in the video was He Xing.

She remembered there was a mole on He Xing’s back and no other marks on his body; but the man in the video was covered with a brocade quilt, obscuring the view of his back.

Yet that face, that profile, was indeed He Xing’s — unless there was someone in the world who looked exactly like him, there was no other possibility.

Several times Fu Han felt the impulse to send this video to He Xing in desperation, but she was well aware that once she did, the He Family would likely descend into chaos this evening, instead of the silence they now enjoyed.

According to Fu Han’s own nature, infidelity was absolutely intolerable, not even hand-holding or hugging, let alone this full-blown affair.

But she couldn’t ignore Grandfather He, who had raised her single-handedly over the years. Now that she had the chance to repay him, when his days were numbered, his only wish was to see Fu Han marry He Xing — how could she not fulfill his wish?

The lights of the Lamborghini shone from afar, and Fu Han slipped further behind the curtains in fear of being seen by He Xing.

Fortunately, after He Xing entered the courtyard, he drove straight into the underground garage and then, according to his habit, used the elevator to come up.

As expected, it was less than five minutes before the elevator dinged, footsteps sounded, and she immediately recognized them as He Xing’s.

Each step seemed to tread upon Fu Han’s heart, and her heartbeat involuntarily synced with He Xing’s footsteps, beat after beat.

Finally, the footsteps stopped. Fu Han knew that He Xing was now standing outside her door, just a door’s width apart from her.

Seconds later, the screen of Fu Han’s phone lit up, she knew it must be a message from He Xing. If she didn’t reply in five minutes, He Xing would leave.

Those brief five minutes felt like an eternity to Fu Han. When the footsteps outside the door started again, Fu Han knew that He Xing had left, and she collapsed to the floor as if deflated.

Even though they were separated by an invisible door, Fu Han felt as if He Xing were standing right in front of her.