Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 334: Dispirited and Depressed

Chapter 334: Chapter 334: Dispirited and Depressed

Fu Han stared blankly at He Xing. When the breeze blew, the tear that had not yet fallen from the corner of her eye had already dried, leaving her eyes uncomfortably unable to open or close.

He Xing had once again approached Fu Han; he reached out, intending to stroke her hair, but his hand only brushed the soft gauze.

But that soft and gentle gauze felt like thorns, harshly pricking his hand, and he quickly withdrew his hand in shock.

The two of them, one seated cross-legged on the bed, the other standing silently by the bed; one looking up, the other down; one face unseen, the other filled with grief.

Another wind passed, and Fu Han shivered. She finally spoke, "He Xing, if you want to know, you might as well ask Xia Ning and Xia Cheng first, lest what I say differs from theirs and you suspect me of slandering them again."

He Xing’s face turned instantly pale, devoid of any color, but his neck veins bulged, his hands clenched at his waist, and the sound of bones cracking could be faintly heard.

Each word in her statement was like a needle, deeply piercing He Xing’s heart, and what pained him most was the word "again"—flimsily uttered from Fu Han’s lips, yet accurately reminding him of his past actions.

Silence followed, like the quiet of death.

No one spoke; the two just looked at each other, condemnation in Fu Han’s eyes, and profound sorrow and guilt in He Xing’s.

After a long time, He Xing whispered, "Xiaohan, I know you’re upset, and I am too. You’ve already called the police, and if those two have indeed... broken the law, I will not stand in the way."

Fu Han turned her head away from He Xing, and when she did, it seemed like there were tears sliding down her face.

Nan Qing was so angered that her fury surged, "He Xing, don’t you feel guilty saying that? By your logic, if they haven’t broken the law, then you would stand up for them, right? Didn’t you see how Fu Han and Bai Wei were tormented by them?"

Her saying this only made Fu Han’s tears flow even more uncontrollably, like a breached dam, though she stubbornly refused to let He Xing see her crying.

In the midst of judging gazes from Fu Xingbo, Nan Qing, and Su Cheng, He Xing’s face turned red with urgency as he hurriedly explained, "Xiaohan, I didn’t mean that, I... I won’t let anyone who hurt you get away, really!"

But this failed to soften the expressions of those around him, and Su Cheng even started to mock, "Sure, you won’t let anyone who hurt Fu Han get away, unless that person is from the Xia Family."

In fact, He Xing had already regretted what he said as soon as the words slipped out, but what’s said could not be unsaid.

At that moment, he felt utterly indefensible. His heart ached for Fu Han, and he knew that she was hurt because of him, yet he had his own constraints.

There was the chirping of birds from outside the window. He Xing turned to look; it was the most ordinary sparrow, hopping on the windowsill, looking exceptionally joyful.

Actually, being an ordinary person could be quite nice, attending school when it’s time to study, working when it’s time to work, getting married when it’s time to marry, everyday hustling for the necessities, yet also possessing a happiness full of life’s flavors.

Instead of his current situation, possessing wealth he couldn’t spend in several lifetimes, with a responsibility on his shoulders unimaginably heavy.

He suddenly felt disheartened, thinking of his blunt rejection of Xia Cheng, and how he got no favor on Fu Han’s side.

"Fu Han, you should rest well. I have some matters to deal with, I’ll come see you later."

After saying this, He Xing didn’t wait for Fu Han to respond and turned to leave slowly, not looking back at her again.

Everyone in the room had been harboring complaints against him, but somehow, now watching He Xing leave without saying a word in his defense, they couldn’t help but feel a bit of sympathy for him.

Fu Xingbo would not say more, and even Nan Qing and Su Cheng, the most outraged, felt a bit of pity for He Xing. But this thought was fleeting, for who could be more pitiable than Fu Han?

And if one looked closely, they could even see Fu Han trembling slightly; He Xing’s pain, in her eyes, was amplified many times over.

Fu Han excused herself, saying she was tired and wanted to rest, effectively "sending away" Fu Xingbo and Su Cheng.

When only Nan Qing and Fu Han remained in the room, Fu Han, leaning back on the bed and gazing at the sky above, asked softly, "Nan Qing, do you think I’m doing the right thing?"

"Yes, of course you are," Nan Qing replied without hesitation. "Xia Ning and Xia Cheng have been bullying you since childhood, flaunting their mother’s act of saving He Xing, and now... how they treat you, if you don’t act, you’d be a fool."

"But..." Fu Han’s heart was still full of hesitation, feeling as if there was a heavy stone pressing on her chest.

"No buts!" Nan Qing held Fu Han’s shoulders firmly, her eyes resolute. "The life-saving grace belongs to He Xing, not you. You don’t have to repay He Xing’s debt of gratitude. Don’t forget, your parents are also lifesavers to the He Family. Why is there such a big difference between the two lifesavers?"

Fu Han was silent; she truly did not know how to respond to Nan Qing’s words – should she say it was because she was a servant’s daughter while Xia Ning was a young lady?

Many say all people are born equal, but is that really true? Is the life of a servant as valuable as that of a Chairman’s wife? If the old Mr. He had given her a sum of money and arranged for someone to take care of her, who would say he was ungrateful?

Faintly, the cheerful sound of music began to play, and Fu Han recognized it as familiar. Listening carefully, it sounded much like the square dance music that He Xing had played when he bought her balloons and they ate at street stands not long ago.

On that day, she actually felt a bit awkward about it, but looking back now, she found those days so beautiful, as they only had eyes for each other.

The two girls listened quietly to the sounds from outside, finding a strange appreciation for the music they had once thought mundane.

"Maybe when we grow old, we can go dancing in the square together," Nan Qing said out of the blue.

The light of the sun enveloped her from where she stood, her face touched with a halo of playful light, golden and translucent, as if she might glow.

Fu Han looked over Nan Qing earnestly, truly thinking she was beautiful. Nan Qing had a perfectly round face, a "palm-sized" one, with large eyes and cherry lips. As time went by, such a face would appear young for its age.