Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 347: Doing Everything for You

Chapter 347: Chapter 347: Doing Everything for You

Fu Han’s mood really wasn’t good, and although she knew she should console Su Cheng with a few words, she found herself unable to speak. She didn’t even know what to say.

As for Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe, they seemed to have reached a tacit agreement, as neither of them mentioned anything about Xia Cheng or Xia Ning. Everyone’s behavior gave Fu Han the impression that the incident had never happened.

Fu Han didn’t like this deliberate concealment, this forced creation of harmony; it always felt like self-deception, a refusal to face reality.

She preferred that no matter what happened, things could be laid out openly because if many issues weren’t clarified, they would fester over time, growing into a cancerous tumor that eventually became incurable.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, perhaps a long while or maybe less than an hour, when He Xing appeared at the ward entrance.

He stood at the door and said to those behind him, "This is the place, hurry over and set it up."

The four people in the ward, with eight puzzled eyes between them, soon had their questions answered. He Xing had actually bought a projector and was having it installed right there in the ward.

Bai Wei pouted upon learning of He Xing’s grand gesture, "He Xing, Fu Han just wanted to watch a movie, right? Watching it on a phone is the same. Not to be rude, but isn’t this a bit too extravagant?"

Before He Xing could reply, Luo Qinghe immediately chimed in, "Exactly, He Xing, this behavior of yours, if it had been in the old days, would’ve matched the extravagance of Signal Fires Play the Princes, earning the smile of a beauty amidst the worldly dust. You’re really willing to do anything for a lady."

After both had spoken, not only did the others in the room not laugh, but Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe themselves were laughing so hard they were leaning back and couldn’t close their mouths.

Only Su Cheng, with his heavy heart, watched the workers install the projector, his feelings complex. A reluctant smile cracked his lips, but he did not actually laugh.

Unphased by the teasing, He Xing looked at Fu Han with a blazing, passionate smile, "To me, there is nothing more important in this world than Fu Han. As long as she wants it, as long as I have it, I will offer it with both hands."

To say she wasn’t moved would be a lie; Fu Han’s eyes were already brimming with tears, but she was trying hard to control herself and not let them fall.

If she had a choice, she’d rather He Xing not be so kind to her; perhaps then her heart would feel a bit better.

There’s nothing more painful than when you’ve already made a decision, but reality always finds ways to pull you back and forth, making you waver over something you thought you had settled on.

The projector was quickly installed and successfully tested. With a few manipulations by He Xing, a movie began to play.

Bai Wei, who had been snuggling in Luo Qinghe’s arms waiting to see what trick He Xing would pull off, glanced at the projector and almost stood up in surprise.

Pointing at the projector with a face full of astonishment, she exclaimed, "This... this... isn’t this the movie that just premiered yesterday? How did you get the resources?"

In contrast to her, He Xing appeared remarkably calm. He pulled up a chair and sat it down beside Fu Han’s hospital bed, nonchalantly saying, "It’s nothing much, I just pulled some strings and spent some money."

Bai Wei was taken aback, taking two full minutes to recover before pointing a finger at He Xing, "Impressive, indeed money makes the world go round."

Fu Han’s previous dilemma had been whether it was necessary for He Xing to buy a projector that cost tens of thousands, but he dismissed that by saying he would have it dismantled and taken home once she was discharged.

But in the face of a movie that had just premiered the day before, the tens of thousands spent on the projector seemed negligible, not even enough to fit between the gaps of teeth.

The more Bai Wei thought about it, the more sour her teeth felt. She nudged Luo Qinghe with her shoulder, "Look at him, spending a fortune just to win a beauty’s smile, and you, you just make me angry all day long."

She hadn’t kept her voice down as she spoke, and not only did Luo Qinghe hear her, but so did everyone else in the room.

Fu Han felt Bai Wei’s words were a bit over the top; she remembered Luo Qinghe as being hot-tempered and was somewhat worried that he might explode.

Unexpectedly, Luo Qinghe actually laughed after hearing her words, speaking with an especially serene expression, "Everyone’s love is different, aren’t you meeting me for the first time today? I’m just not that kind of romantic person."

Bai Wei had been frowning, but seeing Luo Qinghe’s reaction, she unwittingly smiled. Her smile was as warm and bright as the winter sun beaming down from overhead.

For some reason, as Fu Han watched them, she suddenly felt the world seemed very beautiful.

A two-hour suspense movie ensued with a tight pace and interconnected plot; if you weren’t careful, you might miss some crucial information.

Everyone watched intently, hardly speaking, with only the occasional comment related to the plot.

When you think about it, it was quite touching; Fu Han had offhandedly mentioned wanting to watch a movie three hours earlier, but at the time, she hadn’t really decided what to watch, not even knowing what movies were currently in theaters. The film was picked by He Xing, but it turned out to be really good.

Although the end of the movie was tragic, with death and injury abound, the side of justice ultimately prevailed, barely passing as a happy ending.

But Fu Han felt that justice had come at too high a price; too many had sacrificed for it, and even though justice was achieved, it was a bittersweet victory.

...

Nuan City.

The sun overhead was so intense that it was hard to open one’s eyes.

Nan Qing wore an excessively large-brimmed hat, and in front of her was an easel. Not far off, there stretched a field of sunflowers, a dense sea of them, boundless.

The only pity was that the flowers had already fruited this season, with densely packed sunflower seeds filling their centers, more numerous than pieces of honeycomb coal.

She unscrewed the lid of a mineral water bottle at her side and drank from it in a way that seemed to vent her frustration, as if she wished she could gulp down the entire bottle in one go.

Under a sturdy tree with branches spread out like a wide-open umbrella nearby, a picnic blanket lay in the shade. On it rested a person, none other than Wang Yixuan, who had come out with Nan Qing for the day.

Nan Qing realized she was tiring her eyes glaring at Wang Yixuan, who showed no reaction. Frustrated, she turned her head unwillingly to check on her painting.

A few minutes later, she got up and clumsily carried the easel toward the tree.

Upon reaching the tree, she kicked Wang Yixuan’s thigh, "Move, get up quickly, let me rest for a while."

Wang Yixuan laid with his hands behind his head, sunglasses covering his eyes. Nan Qing kicked him without eliciting any response.

"Pretending to sleep again?" Nan Qing got angry, raised her foot once more, and kicked him harder. Her first kick had been more of a gesture, but this time she put her full strength into it, and though she wore sneakers, it was certainly not a gentle nudge.