Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 320: Don’t be afraid, I’ve got everything under control!

Chapter 320: Chapter 320: Don’t be afraid, I’ve got everything under control!

He Xing gently shook Fu Han’s wrist and whispered softly, "Don’t be afraid, I’ve got everything under control!"

When Fu Han nodded, she felt the palm of her hand was sweaty, unsure whether it was her own sweat or He Xing’s, and for some reason, maybe the angle, she thought she saw perspiration on He Xing’s neck as well.

On the contrary, Xia Ning was the picture of calm, even seemingly delighted by the fact that everyone’s attention was focused on her, her smile growing more evident as she affected a delicate voice, "Excuse me, Priest, if someone is getting married not for love, but simply out of gratitude, would you still bless them?"

"What?" An uproar filled the room as guests exchanged confused glances, not understanding what was happening.

Bai Wei was livid, storming to the edge of the stage to yell at Xia Ning, "I invited you to attend the wedding, not to spout nonsense, and if you keep this up, I’ll have security take you away."

Yet Fu Han felt a chill run through her. She knew too well that what Xia Ning was saying was the truth. She felt a coldness inside her, puzzled as to how Xia Ning could know about this, when she had never told anyone.

She turned to look at He Xing, seeking a sense of security, but found him not looking at her at all. Instead, he was glaring at Xia Ning with a dark expression, "Xia Ning, if you dare to spout nonsense, I will make you pay."

Xia Ning’s face was pale, but she mustered all her courage to look at He Xing, her voice tinged with pleading, "Brother He Xing, my affection for you is far greater than Fu Han’s. Fu Han doesn’t truly want to marry you. Please don’t marry her."

Fu Han’s face turned pale, the rouge unable to hide her pallor, making her lipstick-coated lips stand out as brightly as the most vivid rose in a garden.

This rose, however, was thornless and would scatter with the slightest breeze.

A grating sound emerged from the speakers, like a knife scraping against a steel plate, painfully assaulting the ears, making many want to cover them.

Suddenly, a clear voice came through, "He Xing, have you really thought this through?" Although the voice was altered by the speakers, everyone recognized it as old master He’s voice.

A few seconds later, He Xing’s voice could be heard, "Grandpa, Xiaohan has too many misunderstandings about me, I can’t let her stay in M Country, I must have her by my side, please help me."

After a long silence, the old master He sighed helplessly, "Fine, I know that you and Fu Han love each other. I will instruct the doctors and nurses not to reveal any flaws in front of Fu Han."

The audio ended there, and Xia Ning looked emotionless at Fu Han, her face filled with a defiant challenge.

However, at this moment, Fu Han was in no mood to deal with Xia Ning. She turned again to He Xing and asked, each word deliberate, "What did you mean in that recording just now, talking with Grandpa?"

He Xing’s face was also grim as he tried to hold Fu Han’s hand, "Xiaohan, don’t worry about this for now, let’s complete the ceremony first, and I promise I’ll explain everything to you afterwards."

"Don’t touch me!" Fu Han jerked her hand away as if electrocuted, then her gaze inadvertently drifted to the area below the stage—Grandpa He stood in front, leaning on his cane, with Zhou standing not far behind. A wheelchair was placed by their side.

Grandpa He’s eyes were cloudy, highlighting his deep, gem-like pupils. His lips trembled slightly as he gripped the cane tightly, as though he might collapse at any moment.

He simply gazed at Fu Han, silent, but she felt as if he had spoken volumes, and her heart sank like a stone plunging to the bottom of the sea.

Instinct told Fu Han that this matter was not simple. But could she really demand the truth here, in front of so many people? She was not sure, yet she knew that the He Family had raised her for so many years and she owed them gratitude.

She turned to look at He Xing, her voice devoid of any warmth, "I am waiting for your explanation."

He Xing’s stiff back finally relaxed as he signaled with his eyes. Immediately, Liang Tao with a few bodyguards started to move towards Xia Ning.

Meanwhile, He Xing addressed the still dazed Priest, "It’s okay now, we can continue the wedding."

The emcee regained his composure and the festivities resumed. Although the guests felt the story was unfinished and seemed eager for a full closure, the power of the He Family was not to be questioned, and none dared to interject.

Xia Ning retreated step by step, shouting desperately, "Fu Han, have you forgotten the video I showed you yesterday? Are you so undesirable that you have to marry He Xing? Do you think he would fancy you, the daughter of a servant, if you weren’t the lifesaver of Grandpa He?"

Her voice was shrill and clear, carrying throughout the hall, audible to everyone present.

The onlookers were keen to keep her there, hoping to see this already explosive situation blow wide open. Yet, Xia Guoxiong and Xia Cheng made their entrance and swiftly pulled Xia Ning out of the fray.

Xia Ning, like a crazed beast, charged forward, pointing at Fu Han and screaming, "Have you no self-respect at all? How could your deceased parents not feel ashamed seeing you so eager to marry into the He Family?"

Her words hit Fu Han’s sore spot, rendering her already pale face completely bloodless.

She didn’t look at Xia Ning; instead, she turned again to He Xing and said, "There’s no rush to get married. First explain to me what all this is about, otherwise I can’t convince myself to marry you."

Backstage, in Fu Han’s makeup room.

Despite the room’s considerable size, it was crowded with solemn faces—old master He, He Xing, Fu Xingbo, Bai Wei, Bai Qian, and Fu Han, along with Bai Wei who had audaciously made her way in.

He Xing, like a child admitting wrong, explained in a low voice how he had persuaded his grandfather to deceive Fu Han into coming back and pressured her to agree to marry him.

And even as he confessed, he looked at Fu Han resolutely and said, "Grandpa has always been against this. It was I who was too afraid to lose you. I forced him to help. If you’re angry, be angry with me alone; Grandpa is innocent."

Before Fu Han could speak, old master He took the lead, "Xiaohan, our He Family owes you an apology. In my heart, you are the only granddaughter-in-law I acknowledge. If you do not wish to marry He Xing now, then wait until you do, and marry him then, alright?"