Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 344: Beauty Under the Osmanthus Tree

Chapter 344: Chapter 344: Beauty Under the Osmanthus Tree

He Xing anxiously ran around the hospital, having returned to Fu Han’s ward five minutes earlier, only to be informed that Fu Han had gone out to clear her mind, and she had requested not to be followed by anyone.

He was immediately enraged, rudely saying to Bai Qian, "Fu Han’s wounds haven’t healed yet, how could you let her go out alone?"

The result was Bai Qian’s look of complete surprise, "What’s the matter with that? She’s not a child, isn’t it good for her to want some space of her own?"

He Xing was at a loss for words, knowing very well that Fu Han was fully capable of independent action, but his concern made him frantic.

Fu Xingbo, who had come back with him, also persuaded, "Give Fu Han some space, she needs to think things through. When she wants to come back, she will naturally return."

However, He Xing still decided to go out and look for Fu Han. He searched for her floor by floor, combing through both the inpatient department and the outpatient building, eventually finding her in the garden behind the inpatient department.

She was wearing a set of loose hospital garments, with a thin coat over the top half; when the wind blew, the baggy pants fluttered, making her legs look even more slender, like two sticks.

Looking at her stirred a multitude of emotions in He Xing. He always knew Fu Han was thin, but he hadn’t realized she was this thin; while she looked good, she was so lean it was heart-wrenching.

She stood in a spot where the sunlight couldn’t reach, slightly tilting her head back, looking at the Osmanthus tree in front of her.

This was a large Osmanthus tree, as thick around as a water bucket. At first glance, the tree was lush with leaves. It required careful observation to spot the pale yellow Osmanthus flowers hidden like clouds among the branches.

He Xing was directly downwind, and as the breeze blew, the rich aroma of Osmanthus wafted over, almost causing him to sneeze.

If he could feel the Osmanthus’ fragrance this strong from such a distance, what must it be like for Fu Han, who was standing so close?

He Xing didn’t linger and went straight towards Fu Han. The closer he got, the clearer he could see the bandages wrapped layer upon layer around Fu Han’s forehead, making her appear so out of place in this world, like someone from a different realm.

He suddenly had a strange feeling, as if he was about to lose her.

Once this feeling emerged, it clung to He Xing like an inseparable shadow; a chill filled his entire being. No, what he felt in his heart wasn’t just coldness, but fear.

He Xing had already walked to within a meter behind Fu Han, who continued to gaze dreamily at the Osmanthus tree, unaware of his presence.

"Ahem..." He Xing cleared his throat. As Fu Han slightly moved, He Xing said softly, "Xiaohan, why are you here on your own? The wind is strong, be careful not to catch a cold."

"I’m fine." Fu Han showed little emotion, her eyes calm like Obsidian stones, "I’m wearing a coat, and... I don’t feel very cold."

The already heavy weight on He Xing’s heart grew heavier. Thinking over, he reached out to take Fu Han’s hand, "Aunt said you wanted to go for a walk. How about I accompany you?"

With previous experiences in mind, He Xing was prepared for Fu Han to reject him, as he had guessed that Fu Han would probably not let him hold her hand.

Yet, he met no resistance and effortlessly took Fu Han’s hand into his palm. Although her hand felt as cold as ice and devoid of warmth, He Xing’s heart was filled with joy.

Simultaneously, Fu Han softly replied, "Okay!"

The word was simple, but it gave He Xing’s heart wings, elating him. Were it not for his restraint, he would have embraced Fu Han right there in front of everyone.

In the recent times, a lot had happened, and He Xing had visited the hospital many times, yet he was not familiar with the hospital’s surroundings at all.

Hand in hand, they left through the hospital’s back door, never expecting to come across a market outside.

By now, it was almost noon, and there weren’t many people left in the market. It wasn’t crowded, but the distinctive, pungent smell of the market was still quite strong.

Frowning deeply, He Xing said with some anxiety, "Xiaohan, should we go back? You’ve always hated these strange smells the most."

From childhood, Fu Han had severe OCD. If her clothing or shoes got even a little dirty, she had to immediately change into clean ones. The most extreme case was that if she couldn’t change right away, she’d undoubtedly develop a rash.

Old Master He thought Fu Han was allergic to something and took her to many hospitals for checks, to no avail. In the end, it turned out to be a psychological disorder.

Once Old Master He confirmed there was nothing wrong with Fu Han’s health, he was relieved; if clothes got dirty and had to be changed immediately, then so be it – just buy more clothes for Fu Han.

In the end, Fu Han’s wardrobe was twice the size of He Xing’s, and every day when Fu Han went to school, the servants would specially prepare two sets of clothes for her to change into.

Fu Han slightly shook her head, "No, let’s just walk around like this. I’ve never been to a market before, and it might be nice to look around."

"Okay, then I’ll accompany you," He Xing said, before crouching down in front of Fu Han, rolling up her pant legs.

He had already sensed that the pant legs of Fu Han’s hospital clothes were a bit long, and with the market’s muddy ground, without rolling them up, Fu Han might feel uncomfortable after taking just a few steps.

Fu Han looked at He Xing, who had crouched down in front of her. His medium-length hair lay soft atop his head, gleaming warmly in the sunlight, making it seem of great quality.

She had never really noticed, but now that He Xing was crouching in front of her, she realized that despite being over six feet tall, he was actually very slim. The shoulder blades on his back were quite pronounced, their stark appearance even carrying a bit of a sharp feeling.

Fu Han’s heart suddenly softened. Without thinking, she reached out to touch He Xing’s hair. His hair was soft to the touch, very silky, and had a lot of volume, unlike the coarse hair common among men.

She didn’t remember where she had read that boys with soft hair also have soft hearts and are kind-spirited.

Previously, Fu Han had thought such notions were simply absurd, but now it seemed very reasonable to her. He Xing was grateful and thus had been forbearing with the Xia Family. He Xing was soft-hearted, so even after being betrayed by Yi Lixing, he had not been completely ruthless. He Xing donated to several charities every year, always helping many people within his means.

A slight breeze blew, carrying the scent of Osmanthus, the pungency of the market, and the fragrance of He Xing’s shampoo, all converging and rushing towards Fu Han.

It was an odd mix of scents. Previously, the mere smell of the market’s fishiness would make her want to vomit, but now she found this mix of aromas felt like the flavor of life itself.