Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 350: Late Night Heart-to-Heart

Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Late Night Heart-to-Heart

Fu Han sniffled and pushed the tears back, then forced herself to speak with feigned calm, "You did nothing wrong; I just wanted to go out to clear my mind."

"Then can I go with you, would that be okay?" He Xing immediately asked anxiously, and although his face wasn’t clear, the words he spoke felt sincere.

For some reason, that sour feeling in Fu Han’s nose had vanished, and her heart, which had been tangled for so long, became exceptionally calm.

In fact, when she heard He Xing speak to her in such an almost servile tone, she felt very sad, as if thousands of needles were simultaneously piercing her body. Does it hurt? Of course, but when the pain runs deep, you become numb to all feeling.

In the watery night, Fu Han’s clear voice was like a sprite dancing on piano strings, "He Xing, what I mean is, I want to stay somewhere else for a while, not just to travel."

After these words, the room fell silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop. If it weren’t for the faint sound of each other’s breathing, they might have thought they were alone in the room.

The air started to feel oppressive, and Fu Han knew it wasn’t the pressure emanating from He Xing, but the pressure she was putting on herself, as her own heartbeat began to accelerate.

After what seemed like an eternity, He Xing’s voice finally sounded again, "Fu Han, do you not want me anymore?"

Fu Han had been holding back successfully until then, but at these words, her tears immediately fell. There was an instant when she had a strong urge to throw herself into He Xing’s arms and tell him she wouldn’t leave.

But as she was about to get up, the words that Fu Xingbo had said once again surfaced in her heart, and she felt as if she were bound by an invisible cage to the bed, unable to move.

Thinking it over, Fu Han said earnestly, "He Xing, I don’t want to leave you, it’s just that I..." The words were on the tip of her tongue, but at the last moment, Fu Han bit back her initial intent and changed the subject, "Uncle said he is going to take me to see a doctor to treat my face."

"I can find a doctor to treat you too, and in fact I’ve already been in contact with one." Even without seeing He Xing’s face, one could fully sense his urgency just from his voice.

Fu Han’s eyes welled up again. She sniffled and put on a cheerful front, "But the doctor who’s supposed to operate on me is busy and won’t be able to come to the country for a while."

"I..." He Xing’s nose felt sour too, and he said with difficulty, "Xiaohan, don’t worry, I will contact them again and try to get them to come over as soon as possible."

"There’s no need." Fu Han smiled, her sadness somewhat diluted. For some reason, the sorrow of parting seemed much lighter all of a sudden, "He Xing, uncle has contacted many people, and the final decision is that I go abroad for treatment. It’s the most efficient way."

Again, there was a deadly silence. He Xing couldn’t utter a word, for he knew all too well that what Fu Han was saying was the truth. These past few days, he had been in contact with the experts who would operate on Fu Han; he knew all too well that what Fu Xingbo said was true.

But knowing was one thing; actually accepting the news that Fu Han was going abroad was another. During the three years that Fu Han was away, every day and night had been torture for him. Now, to ask him to casually let Fu Han leave, how could that be possible?

Yet he couldn’t stop Fu Han for his own sake, as everyone has the right to pursue beauty, especially Fu Han, who was naturally beautiful and found it even harder to accept becoming less so.

After an indefinite amount of time, when the moon hid behind the clouds and the ward became pitch black, He Xing’s deep and magnetic voice finally rang out, "Xiaohan, when are you leaving?"

"I don’t know yet." Fu Han’s emotions were complex at the moment. On one hand, she was glad that He Xing agreed so easily; on the other hand, she was somewhat sad. She had thought that He Xing would strongly object, and that feeling of discrepancy was not something that could be easily expressed in words.

"Then, once you’ve decided on a date, you must tell me." He Xing’s cool voice rang out, carrying a faint sadness and stubbornness, "I won’t stop you, but I’m afraid you’ll leave without a word, just like before."

"Okay, as soon as the flight details are confirmed, I will tell you," Fu Han said, with unprecedented determination in her voice. She was overwhelmed with guilt, and at this moment, no matter how many demands He Xing made, Fu Han would agree without hesitation.

They talked a lot that night, well into the wee hours. It was as if they had an unspoken understanding, recalling the past and discussing their views on certain things together. But as for the future, they never brought it up.

Fu Han didn’t mention it because she thought the future was too ethereal and filled with unknowns; while He Xing didn’t mention it because in his mind, he was certain about being with Fu Han in the future. He remained silent simply to avoid pressuring her.

That night, they didn’t hold hands, hug, kiss, engage in physical touch, lock eyes, or make any extravagant promises, but yet it was unusually different. It seemed their relationship had somehow grown closer.

Fu Han didn’t know when she fell asleep; she only knew she had slept exceptionally well that night, a night without dreams. She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept so peacefully.

...

The Xia Family Villa.

The night was deep, and the Xia Family villa’s lights were still brightly lit.

In the vast living room, Xia Ning and Xia Cheng, one smoking and the other applying a facial mask, seemed to enjoy their own comforts. The record player was blasting loud rock music, turning the luxuriously decorated living room into something resembling a bar, resulting in an incongruent atmosphere.

Yet by the looks on their faces, they seemed to enjoy this feeling.

With a "ding," Xia Ning’s alarm rang, signaling time to wash off the face mask. She got up, intending to head upstairs, but accidentally caught a glimpse of Xia Cheng’s phone screen from the corner of her eye.

Xia Ning had no qualms about looking at someone else’s phone screen and would even move closer if she saw something interesting.

At that moment, that was exactly what she did. Xia Cheng was watching a video of a beautiful woman dancing, and at first glance, Xia Ning thought the woman on the screen looked familiar. It was only when she moved closer that she realized who the woman was.

"Brother, who are you watching?" Xia Ning suddenly spoke, her voice clear yet eerily startling, accompanied by the white facial mask on her face that made her resemble a ghost.

"What’s it to you?" Xia Cheng quickly turned off his phone and glared at Xia Ning discontentedly, "Just because you stare at He Xing’s photos all day long in a daze, doesn’t mean that I can’t watch beautiful women, does it?"