Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 336: Three People from the Xia Family

Chapter 336: Chapter 336: Three People from the Xia Family

Xia Cheng’s brows furrowed like caterpillars, "Xiaoning, this cat gives me the creeps; you should just give it away."

"This cat was given to me by He Xing." Xia Ning also didn’t like this cat very much, but she had asked He Xing for it as a gift, and it was a valuable breed. She had always felt that it represented her connection with He Xing, so she couldn’t bear to get rid of it. In fact, she didn’t care for it herself, but just left it to be taken care of by a servant.

The mention of He Xing made the already somber and slightly eerie living room even quieter, pulling everyone’s thoughts forcibly back to reality.

Today the police had already summoned Xia Cheng and Xia Ning. It was Xiao Guoxiong who had pulled some strings to bail them out. Fu Han’s accusation against Xia Cheng was of rape, while against Xia Ning it was intentional assault.

Xia Cheng knew the gravity of his charge well; he watched as Xia Guoxiong said nothing, sweating bullets in his anxiety. The night breeze chilled him to the bone, just like in the depths of winter.

He touched Xia Guoxiong’s arm and whispered, "Dad, think of something, please. I really know I was wrong. I’ll never do it again."

Xia Guoxiong was very annoyed. He was about to say something when suddenly his phone rang. He took it out and saw it was from an unknown number. He meant to hang up directly, but for some inexplicable reason, he answered it.

Within less than ten seconds of answering the phone, his expression changed several times. In the end, he got up and went outside, taking the call in the garden.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the Xia Family’s living room, Xia Cheng and Xia Ning could clearly see Xia Guoxiong’s figure. He paced back and forth in the garden, pinching the phone with one hand and akimbo with the other, though his expression was not clear.

As Xia Ning wiped coffee stains off her cream-colored high heels with a paper towel, she said, "Brother, who could be calling dad at this time?"

"How would I know?" Xia Cheng had already slumped to the floor as soon as Xia Guoxiong had stepped out, casually crossing his legs and speaking in a carefree tone, "It’s either about the company or about us. When he comes back, won’t you know then?"

While they were talking, Xia Guoxiong hurried back to the living room after hanging up the phone. Xia Cheng, with quick eyes, hastily stood up beside him, a face full of repentance, a masterclass in the art of changing expressions.

Xia Ning was not far behind. She swiftly threw the soiled paper towel in the trash can, but unfortunately missed. The crumpled paper towel rolled across the gilded ceramic floor and came to a stop right in front of Xia Guoxiong’s feet.

Xia Guoxiong didn’t even look down as he stepped over the trash paper and walked in. He looked expressionlessly at the Xia siblings, "You two stay at home, don’t wander around. If I find out you don’t obey, I’ll personally send you in."

The siblings hurried to agree, fearing half a step behind might earn them a scolding.

However, the moment Xia Guoxiong’s car left the yard, they all relaxed. One went to the liquor cabinet to grab a drink, and the other pulled out a cigarette to feign addiction.

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When the first hint of sunlight appeared in the sky, He Xing opened his eyes. He felt as though his entire body was stiff, immovable.

It was to be expected; a tall man, nearly 1.9 meters, had spent the night scrunched up on a "bed" made of three chairs put together—a wonder his bones hadn’t fallen apart.

He stretched his legs with difficulty and as he turned, he noticed Su Cheng across the hall, also awake and seemingly not having had an easy night either.

Last night, both of them had silently agreed not to offer to stay overnight; instead, they both quietly moved a chair to guard the outside of Fu Han’s ward.

Perhaps because they both found the situation so amusing, for the first time they looked at each other and smiled.

After about ten minutes, they finally felt they could control their bodies. Each sat on his makeshift "bed" without speaking.

A while later, footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor: it was time for the doctor’s rounds. They hurried to stand, ready to greet him, all the while their faces showing worry.

The round was soon over. Fu Han’s injuries looked severe but were actually superficial; however, her face had been badly beaten, and she’d had plastic surgery before, so now her face looked very odd, utterly asymmetrical on either side.

During the dressing change, Su Cheng and He Xing both felt too queasy to watch. After the doctor finished and wrapped Fu Han’s face with bandages, this time not as thick as yesterday, the cheeks were faintly visible.

Su Cheng offered to buy breakfast, leaving He Xing to take care of Fu Han.

Ironically, the two of them, who seemed at odds like fire and ice yesterday, now acted like old friends, no arguments or confrontations, and many things were handled with unspoken understanding.

Fu Han watched and said nothing, though she was somewhat surprised and certainly pleased. After all, no one likes perpetual quarreling.

The fact eventually proved, however, that rivals in love could not coexist peacefully. Upon Su Cheng’s return with breakfast, a new issue arose: who would feed Fu Han.

The two men in their twenties squabbled like young teens, red-faced and uncompromising, as if they were fighting for some honor.

Fu Han was exasperated. Taking advantage of a lull in their battle, she said softly, "Are you guys forgetting something? My hands are fine. I can feed myself."

He Xing and Su Cheng exchanged glances, their mutual embarrassment clear. They looked at each other, each following the principle of not letting the other take advantage of the situation and finally agreed to Fu Han’s suggestion.

Fu Han had thought through the night. Although many things were still unclear, she had come to at least one conclusion: her will to live, when Xia Cheng had bound her, was not fake.

Surviving was more important than anything; only by living could she repay the shame heaped upon her.

Emboldened by this realization, Fu Han managed to finish a small bowl of dumplings.

Su Cheng and He Xing, who had prepared to persuade her to eat more, didn’t need to say a word. It was an unexpected pleasure.

After eating, it was time for an injection. Fu Han put on a movie to pass the time while Su Cheng and He Xing stood guard on either side of her, occasionally exchanging hostile glances.

The weather was still fabulous today—clear autumn skies, white clouds, temperatures neither too hot nor too cold. Opening the windows was enough; no need for air conditioning.

The fragrance of osmanthus wafted in from somewhere, light and intermittent—a distance that Fu Han found delightful, just the right amount of presence.