Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 349: Marriage Requires Careful Management

Chapter 349: Chapter 349: Marriage Requires Careful Management

Fu Xingbo looked at Fu Han with a deep gaze and then started to laugh meaningfully, "Then do you feel grateful to Xia Ning, Xia Cheng, and the Xia Guoxiong family of three?"

The already quiet ward became even quieter at his words, to the point where one could almost hear a pin drop.

Time ticked by, and in Fu Han’s eyes, there had been a cycle of sunrise and sunset. When the outside had turned completely to night, Fu Han parted her thin lips and finally spoke with difficulty, "I don’t feel grateful to them; I hate them!"

"Good girl," Fu Xingbo rubbed Fu Han’s hair again, his smile tender and indulgent, "It was He Xing who was saved by Xia Ning’s mother, not you. Remember, you never have to bear this kindness, understand?"

"Mm, I understand," nodded Fu Han. The light shone on her eyes, which sparkled like the glinting surface of water.

From afar, it seemed like the sound of the elevator doors opening could be heard. Fu Xingbo slowly stood up, "Xiaohan, then I will have my secretary book the plane tickets."

Tears had already slid down Fu Han’s cheeks, but as they fell, she turned to look out the window, murmuring almost inaudibly, "Mm, I understand."

The wind outside blew in gust after gust, howling as it buffeted against the windowpanes with a patter. Although there was a hint of chill during the day, the sun was still out. But the night had turned cold like this.

Fu Han tucked her feet into the blanket, and as she looked up, she saw He Xing coming in with his meal box. The room seemed to grow colder as he entered, his handsome face pale and devoid of any flush.

He Xing first smiled at Fu Han, then greeted Fu Xingbo cheerfully, "Auntie’s husband, you’re here. Have you eaten? Do you want to join us?"

"No need," Fu Xingbo immediately declined. His scholarly face held a smile, "Xiaohan’s aunt mentioned she saw a restaurant online with a good steak, and I’ve made a reservation to go there tonight."

"Another candlelit dinner?" The smile on He Xing’s face deepened as he teased, "After so many years of marriage, you and my aunt are still so romantic, that’s really rare."

"A marriage needs care to be well managed, you’ll understand in the future." After he spoke, he didn’t linger any longer and turned to walk out of the ward. But just before he stepped out of the door, he turned back to look at Fu Han.

Just then, Fu Han was also looking at him. Their eyes met, each filled with an indescribable depth of feeling. It was just unfortunate that He Xing was too busy taking out the food from the bag to notice.

The night was deep, the nurses’ rounds had ended, and it was time to sleep.

He Xing became somewhat restless, pacing the ward as if he had something to say but didn’t know where to start.

The geography magazine in Fu Han’s hands was flipped through haphazardly. She casually placed the magazine on the nightstand and happened to catch He Xing sneaking glances at her.

"I..." He Xing averted his eyes guiltily, his words betraying his thoughts, "Xiaohan, I’ll call the nursing aide to stay with you. I... I’ll go out first."

Suddenly soft-hearted, a smile appeared on Fu Han’s face, "Where are you going? Planning to spend another night on the bench?"

"How do you know?" He Xing blurted out, instantly regretting it as he hurriedly explained, "Xiaohan, I don’t sleep on the bench. Didn’t you tell me to go home? I’m heading right back."

"Okay, you don’t have to lie to me. I went out last night and saw. You and Su Cheng were guarding outside like door gods," Fu Han reached out to He Xing, who immediately sat down on Fu Han’s bed and without ceremony, wrapped his arms around her waist.

Fu Han twisted to escape but couldn’t, she said helplessly, "He Xing, I’m starting to think you’re getting too good at taking advantage of situations. Give you an inch, and you open a dye shop."

"Isn’t that how it goes when you’re in a relationship?" He Xing took the opportunity to kiss Fu Han’s forehead, his smile beaming, "Xiaohan, I know you don’t like me staying over in the ward, don’t worry. It doesn’t matter if I sleep in the hallway, I just can’t rest easy without being by your side."

Fu Han felt the sincerity in He Xing’s words and when she leaned against his chest, she could automatically ignore the storm raging outside the window.

At this moment, to her, the raging winds and dark clouds outside became nothing more than background music in a TV drama, inconsequential and even transforming into melodious tunes.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Fu Han spoke softly, "Don’t call the nursing aide tonight. Just sleep on that empty bed over there."

"Really?" He Xing’s eyes lit up suddenly as he grasped Fu Han’s slender shoulders and stared intently at her, "Xiaohan, do you really agree to let me stay?"

Fu Han felt her cheeks warming up, but luckily she had a thin layer of gauze wrapped around her face which concealed her blush, otherwise, she would have been mortified beyond words.

She pushed He Xing away with both hands, her voice low, "It’s getting late, let’s go to sleep."

"Alright, let’s sleep," He Xing replied, his handsome face radiant with happiness. If one looked closely, they could even see a grin of gratitude on his face, humble enough to tug at one’s heartstrings.

After tucking Fu Han in, He Xing went back to his own small bed to lie down.

The storm outside had stopped, no more rain tapping against the window. Threads of moonlight peeked through the clouds, shining onto the tiled floor and glistening as if reflective.

Fu Han then realized they hadn’t drawn the curtains. As He Xing was about to get up to close them, Fu Han quickly stopped him.

She thought the lighting was just right—not too bright nor too dim. She could vaguely make out He Xing’s silhouette but couldn’t see his features clearly, caught between a hazy glow and darkness, lending a mysterious allure.

Fu Han rolled over to face He Xing’s direction, trying hard to see his face clearly but could only see a blurry outline against the backlight.

"Xiaohan, do you have something you want to tell me?" He Xing was the first to speak, his voice soft and low as if afraid to wake a sleeping fairy.

The inevitable couldn’t be avoided. Fu Han felt a bit of sorrow but still smiled as she spoke, "He Xing, I want to leave for a while."

"Why?" He Xing propped himself up, ready to rise, his tone suddenly anxious, "Xiaohan, did I do something wrong? Tell me, I’ll change, really."

"Don’t come over here!" Fu Han panicked, her voice breaking as she turned away from He Xing, near incoherent, "If you come over, I won’t know what to say."

"Okay, okay, I won’t come over, I won’t," He Xing truly stopped, even lying back down, facing Fu Han, he asked, "Xiaohan, what exactly happened?"