Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 332: The Rarity is Precious

Chapter 332: Chapter 332: The Rarity is Precious

He Xing had a foreboding feeling, and he hurried out the door towards Fu Han’s ward. However, before he could reach the door to Fu Han’s ward, the police had already knocked on it first.

A few seconds later, Nan Qing opened the door. Seeing the police, she greeted them with a polite smile, "Good day, officers. The person who called the police is Fu Han, and I am her friend. Please come in."

He Xing followed the police and tried to enter as well, but Nan Qing spread her arms, blocking his way. "He Xing, Fu Han said she does not wish for anyone else to come in. Please wait outside."

At this point, the last shred of rationality in He Xing’s mind completely vanished, and he looked at Nan Qing furiously. "What the hell are you up to?"

Nan Qing scoffed, speaking bluntly, "He Xing, I hope you remember that you are not the only one who sincerely cares about Fu Han. We are sincere too. Unlike you, who cares for Fu Han on the condition that Xia Ning is not hurt, we don’t consider Xia Ning at all."

Initially, He Xing was prepared to barge in forcefully, but upon hearing Nan Qing’s words, his feet felt as if they were leaden, unable to move a single step.

Nan Qing looked at the ashen-faced He Xing in front of her, feeling not a whit of sympathy for him. On the contrary, she even thought that He Xing’s current predicament was well deserved.

At that moment, He Xing’s mind replayed Nan Qing’s words over and over. Undoubtedly, in his heart, Fu Han and his grandfather were the most important, and he never considered Xia Ning and Xia Cheng to be very important.

But the debt of a life saved... unless he could return this life to the Xia Family, he would always feel indebted every time he saw someone from the Xia Family, and that was something that would never change.

So, in fact, if he thought carefully, Nan Qing wasn’t wrong. In situations where Fu Han’s life wasn’t in danger, he did indeed hope privately that Xia Cheng and Xia Ning wouldn’t get hurt again.

Just as Xia Guoxiong said, if it hadn’t been to save him, Xia Cheng and Xia Ning would have had their biological mother’s guidance and wouldn’t have turned out the way they are today; therefore, he always felt indebted to the Xia Family.

He Xing stood by the door of Fu Han’s ward like a fool, only coming back to his senses when Fu Xingbo tapped him on the shoulder.

"Do you have time to talk?" Fu Xingbo spoke as always, gentle, without any hard edges, yet filled with them. His words were like magic, making it hard for anyone to refuse.

Just like He Xing at that moment, who nodded and headed towards the elevator first, "Uncle, let’s go downstairs to talk; it’s not convenient here."

The two men rode the elevator in silence and then walked out of it, also in silence, finding a quiet, shady spot to sit under in the Inpatient Department.

It was already autumn, and the sun shone brightly. The clear blue sky seemed to lift the mood of anyone who laid eyes upon it.

Yet He Xing didn’t look up at the sky but at the ground in front of him, where a small ant carried a grain of rice and moved forward very slowly; if you weren’t continuously watching, you might believe the ant hadn’t moved at all.

A breeze came by, and the autumn wind was neither cold nor hot, feeling refreshing, as if carrying a whiff of osmanthus fragrance—mild and just right.

After what felt like a long time, Fu Xingbo spoke faintly, "He Xing, how do you see your relationship with Fu Han?"

He Xing straightened up like a student called upon by the teacher in a classroom, and said seriously, "Uncle, I love Fu Han and won’t marry anyone but her."

Fu Xingbo continued to look at He Xing steadily, his gaze as calm as always, like an ancient well, without any ripples.

Yet, for some reason, being stared at in such a manner, He Xing felt as if he had nowhere to hide, like his secrets were laid bare before Fu Xingbo, as clear as words on white paper!

The two men locked eyes in silence, and He Xing felt an odd sensation—if he looked away first, he might never win Fu Xingbo’s approval for the rest of his life.

The sound of the wind grew louder, howling and tousling He Xing’s hair, several strands veiling his eyes, which was extremely uncomfortable, almost bringing tears to them.

It’s unclear how much time passed before Fu Xingbo finally looked away first. "Okay, I believe what you said. So, how do you plan to deal with Xia Cheng and Xia Ning?"

Again, Xia Ning. Nan Qing kept mentioning Xia Ning, Su Cheng kept mentioning her, and now Fu Xingbo was bringing her up.

Inexplicably, irritation welled up in He Xing’s heart. Still, he spoke as calmly as he could, "Uncle, what happens between me and Fu Han has nothing to do with Xia Ning."

"Is that so?" Fu Xingbo smiled, a smile as warm as the spring breeze, cultured and graceful, yet with sharpness hidden within, almost unendurable to look at directly, "But why have I heard that Xia Ning, because she likes you, always makes things difficult for Fu Han? Am I mistaken?"

He Xing’s face turned pale and then red. For the first time in his life, he felt at a loss for words, whereas in the past, he would remain composed even facing the board of directors, eloquently countering multiple adversaries.

The piercing wind suddenly softened, and Fu Xingbo laughed lightly, "What’s the matter? Is this question difficult to answer?"

The fragrance of osmanthus had faded quite a bit, almost imperceptible; in the distance, two yellow butterflies danced around an about-to-wilt morning glory.

The blue and white morning glory was Fu Han’s favorite; at the He Family’s villa, there was a huge vine of morning glory, which He Xing had a gardener taking care of, blooming for half a year, still lush and leafy.

Indeed, rarity adds to the charm; there are so few flowers in autumn that a wilting one managed to attract a couple of butterflies.

He Xing sighed inwardly. He truly didn’t want to answer Fu Xingbo’s question, but it seemed impossible not to answer now.

Adjusting his emotions, he tried to speak with as even a tone as possible, "Uncle, I know Xia Ning likes me, but I’ve also told her many times that Fu Han is the only one in my heart."

"So? Did that result in Xia Ning not giving up, to the point where she directly ruined your wedding today? I may not know about the injuries Fu Han suffered before, but today she was hurt like this; how do you plan to handle this matter?" Fu Xingbo’s smile deepened, dimples faint on his cheeks, his teeth shining white and even.

But, somehow, as light skimmed over Fu Xingbo’s glasses, his eyes became like knives, painfully sharp, making He Xing feel utterly exposed.

His mouth opened and closed, then closed and opened, and after a few attempts, he finally spoke with flushed cheeks, "Uncle, I know Fu Han was hurt, and I won’t let Xia Cheng and Xia Ning off the hook, but... but how to handle them, I... I haven’t figured it out yet."