Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 333: You Are Not the Target

Chapter 333: Chapter 333: You Are Not the Target

Fu Xingbo’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his crescent-moon shaped eyes did bear some resemblance to Fu Han’s, but the gesture he made felt completely different from hers.

Every time Fu Han narrowed her eyes, she seemed like a lazy little fox, brimming with cleverness, extremely adorable; but Fu Xingbo... if one must find a similarity between him and a fox at this moment, it would definitely be that of a cunning, resolute leader within a pack of foxes, one who has everything under his control.

"I heard that Xia Guoxiong came to the hospital to beg you, even going so far as to kneel down dramatically before you?" Fu Xingbo said with no small amount of sarcasm, "So you softened your heart, thinking about forgiving them?"

His voice was extremely soft, as if it would disperse with a breath of wind, yet his enunciation was very clear, each word landing crisply in He Xing’s ears.

He Xing instinctively retorted, "I didn’t..." However, after uttering those three words, he paused, not knowing what to say next.

Fu Xingbo slowly got up. He patted He Xing’s shoulder, "If you haven’t thought things through, it’s better not to speak rashly. After all, no one in this world can truly understand another’s suffering."

They were originally under the shade of the trees, but in the blink of an eye, Fu Xingbo had already walked into the sunlight, while He Xing remained sitting in the same spot, opening his mouth anxiously, "Uncle, wait a moment..."

"What is it you want to say?" Fu Xingbo stopped and turned around, his face pale and almost translucent in the sunlight, "Are you trying to say that Xia Ning and Xia Cheng aren’t inherently bad? Yes, they never hurt you, and the knife never fell on you, so of course, you think they can be forgiven."

He Xing was stunned, finding himself unable to voice the words that had reached the tip of his tongue.

After saying all this, Fu Xingbo didn’t linger and walked away. As the sunlight fell upon him, he seemed to glow, bright without a shadow to be seen.

He Xing, on the other hand, lifted his head to look at the sky. But above him was only the intricate layering of leaves. Even if sunlight occasionally filtered through, it was spotty and chaotic.

At this moment, his mind was in turmoil. One moment he recalled Xia Guoxiong grovelling before him, another depicted Du Wanting covered in blood lying in front of him, and yet another showed Fu Han with her face swathed in bandages.

He admitted that Fu Xingbo was right, but could he really ignore the Xia Family? He obviously had to repay the life-saving debt; as for Fu Han, he believed that treating her twice as well for the rest of his life could make up for the hurt caused by the Xia Family.

But... why were there police officers in Fu Han’s ward?

He Xing, as if suddenly realizing something, abruptly stood up and ran towards the hospital, even faster than when he participated in a hundred-meter sprint at school.

...

Inside Fu Han’s ward, with her face wrapped in bandages, she recounted in detail the day’s events to the police officers.

When she spoke of Xia Ning being driven out by Xia Cheng, the tears that she had held back for so long finally ceased. She sobbed, looking at the police, as if she might faint at any moment.

The recording officer, feeling compassion, spoke in a low voice, "Lady Fu, would you like to take a break?"

A simple sentence was enough to coax Fu Han’s tears to fall. Nan Qing, fearing that the tears would hurt Fu Han’s cheeks, quickly drew out tissues and adeptly placed them beneath Fu Han’s eyes, "Fu Han, don’t cry, have you forgotten the doctor said you can’t cry now?"

Fu Han forcibly stopped her tears. She tried to speak calmly, "After Xia Ning left, Xia Cheng asked me if I wanted Bai Wei to be with him or if I wanted to be with him. I... I said I would; then he... he rushed over and kissed me crazily. I wanted to push him away, but I was tied up. I bit his ear, his neck, he got angry and kicked my stomach, hit my face, he..."

Nan Qing, standing by, clenched her fists with anger, her not-so-slender nails digging into her flesh, the pain in her palms nothing compared to that in her heart.

For Nan Qing, the only consolation was that Su Cheng had acted early, preventing Xia Cheng from going all the way, preserving Fu Han’s honor to a certain extent, in some sense.

The police officers asked a few more questions, then advised Fu Han to rest well. They said they would call on her again if needed and then left.

According to Nan Qing, the police officers were probably going to ask the doctor for examination results and there might be more evidence to gather later.

However, Fu Han felt especially heavy at heart at this moment; there was no sense of relief from the police’s involvement. Instead, she felt inexplicably guilty, perhaps because she knew of He Xing’s relationship with the Xia Family but still insisted on making Xia Ning and Xia Cheng face the consequences.

The police had barely left before Fu Xingbo walked in.

Without needing much explanation, he already understood why Fu Han had called the police. He touched Fu Han’s hair, just like any other father in the world, "Xiaohan, I think you did the right thing. I’ve already reported the incident to the police as Bai Wei’s father. They are questioning Bai Wei now."

Fu Han stared at Fu Xingbo, not understanding the intent behind his actions. Bai Wei was a famous actress; even a trivial matter could cause her negative publicity, let alone involving the police.

Her original intention was for her to report the incident alone, without dragging Bai Wei into it.

"Silly child." Without her having to say anything, Fu Xingbo understood Fu Han’s meaning. He patted her shoulder, "Although it was you who insisted on following Xia Ning, we clearly instructed Bai Wei to take good care of you. She failed to protect you, hence she shares half the blame for what happened today. Don’t feel guilty."

"Uncle." Fu Han added just two words before bursting into his arms, crying loudly. This time her tears were not out of sorrow, but joy. She hadn’t expected Fu Xingbo to be so considerate of her, sparing her even the slightest emotional burden.

"Silly child, don’t cry, Uncle is looking forward to seeing your face healed," Fu Xingbo’s eyes reddened, but his face showed a smile, "Once your injuries have somewhat healed, I plan to take you back to M Country. The doctor who will operate on you is there. Nowadays, he’s probably the only one who can restore your face completely."

"But..." Fu Han, with eyes still brimming with tears, looked at Fu Xingbo, and just as she was about to speak, she glanced at He Xing standing at the door from the corner of her eye. The words she was about to utter were forcibly suppressed.

He Xing slowly approached, his eyes filled with pain, as distinct as day from night. In a voice close to imploring, he asked, "Xiaohan, what exactly happened? Can you tell me?"