Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 352 Don’t Forget to Take Medicine

Chapter 352: Chapter 352 Don’t Forget to Take Medicine

"Fine, fine, I was wrong," Qin Nuan said affectionately, holding Xia Cheng’s hand. "Let’s go upstairs, you should stay here tonight, don’t go back."

Once they were in Qin Nuan’s house, Xia Cheng seemed to remember something and hastily reminded her, "Don’t forget to take your medication!"

Qin Nuan was by the liquor cabinet, getting red wine and wine glasses. Upon hearing this, her smile grew brighter, "Just like you and your dad, always on about taking medication without protection. Aren’t you afraid I might overdose and harm my health?"

Xia Cheng was lighting a cigarette and without looking up, he replied, "How could that harm you? With medical expertise so advanced nowadays, just buy some good medicine. It’s not like I haven’t given you money."

Standing by the liquor cabinet, Qin Nuan froze, her beautiful, fox-like eyes looking deeply at Xia Cheng. But he didn’t spare her a glance, instead leaving her only with the view of his cold and merciless back.

The light in Qin Nuan’s eyes flickered and eventually, she took two glasses of red wine and walked over to Xia Cheng, smiling beautifully as she nestled beside him, "Xia Cheng, haven’t you ever thought about having a baby with me? You’re so handsome, the baby would definitely be beautiful!"

"Are you joking?" Xia Cheng pushed Qin Nuan away roughly. His action was so forceful, and Qin Nuan, caught off guard, nearly fell onto the sofa. The two glasses of red wine she was holding smashed on the floor, scattering glass shards and splashes of wine, glaringly conspicuous.

Xia Cheng did not even look. He simply stared blankly at Qin Nuan, "I warn you, you better not have any crooked ideas. Playing around with both me and my dad, do you think you could possibly marry me? If I actually married you, how would people mock me? They’d say I married my father’s mistress to play with."

The harsh white light from the chandelier illuminated Qin Nuan’s already pale face, making it appear even more ashen. She just sat on the sofa, looking up at Xia Cheng, seemingly unable to believe how quickly he had changed his demeanor, especially since just a few minutes ago they had been entwined under the trees downstairs.

Xia Cheng picked up the suit jacket he had casually thrown onto the sofa, and while walking towards the door he said, "Qin Nuan, I warn you, better just take your medicine obediently. Don’t think about using pregnancy to blackmail me. If you really got pregnant, I would make your life worse than death."

After saying this, Xia Cheng opened the door and left without looking back.

No wonder Xia Cheng reacted so strongly. As the saying goes, "A mistress is better than a wife, a fling is better than a mistress." To Xia Cheng, Qin Nuan was just that—a mistress. The thrill he sought was directly tied to the excitement her status as Xia Guoxiong’s mistress could provide for him.

In the vast living room, only Qin Nuan remained. Her face was still filled with the expression of utter heartbreak when Xia Cheng left, but the next second it switched to one of complete indifference.

She didn’t even glance at the wine and glass debris on the floor. Instead, she took out her phone and made a call.

...

The next morning.

The doctor, as usual, came for the ward rounds. Perhaps because He Xing and Fu Han had gone to sleep so late last night, they were still not awake when the doctor arrived.

Fu Han lifted her head from under the covers, groggily greeting the doctor. It wasn’t until she saw the ambiguous smiles on the doctors’ and nurses’ faces that she finally remembered He Xing was still in her ward.

Sitting up in bed, she looked towards He Xing’s bed and saw that he was still deep in slumber. Surprisingly, the commotion hadn’t awakened him, a sign of his extreme fatigue.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing He Xing’s bed in its warmth. He looked like an angel born from the sunshine, pure radiance without a hint of shadow.

But what was most striking was He Xing’s face, fair like jade, with soft down that shimmered as if kissed by a layer of gold, making him seem as holy as an angel.

Fu Han’s heart melted completely. She put a finger to her lips and "shushed," "Please keep it down, don’t wake him."

The doctors smiled more deeply, but everyone cooperated and nodded.

This was probably the quietest ward round Fu Han had ever seen. The doctors and nurses deliberately lowered their voices when asking questions or speaking, and they handled everything with extra care.

On her third day of hospitalization, Fu Han’s wounds had mostly healed, and the gauze on her face was ready to be removed. This would be the first time she would see her full face since the accident, her injured face.

Her face indeed had been through a lot, beautifully so from childhood. She thought she would stay beautiful, but tragically, during the premiere of the eagerly anticipated movie, she had an accident, her face smashing into the steering wheel, disfigured.

Then, He Xing brought in an expert to help her, her face was repaired, even more beautiful than before.

But then, consumed by deep hatred, Xia Ning lured her out on her wedding day with He Xing and punched her repeatedly in the face, severely injuring her.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Fu Han noted the bruises at the corners of her mouth and eyes that hadn’t yet faded. Besides those, her face remained intact except that the left and right sides were clearly asymmetrical, as if misaligned.

To say she wasn’t upset would be a lie, for at the moment Xia Ning attacked her face, she had already anticipated this outcome. She even guessed what provoking Xia Ning would lead to, but under those circumstances, she had to stall for time or Xia Cheng would assault her, which would be a fate worse than disfigurement.

It was merely trading her beauty for her virtue. To this day, Fu Han still assured herself that it was the right choice.

Under the sympathetic gazes of the medical staff, Fu Han forced a smile, "The ward round is over, right? Thank you, doctors and nurses, for your care. Don’t worry, I’m fine."

In the blink of an eye, the doctors had all left the ward, leaving only Fu Han and He Xing alone again; the ward was quiet, with occasional bird chirping outside the window, adding a touch of vitality to the room.

Fu Han padded softly towards He Xing in her slippers, making every step gentle, fearing she might wake him.

Up close, He Xing’s face magnified in Fu Han’s eyes, even his pores clearly visible.

They say distance creates beauty, but this adage didn’t apply to He Xing. The closer you looked, the more perfect his features appeared, a blend of instant stunning beauty and grace that grew on you, a visage you never tired of admiring.

Fu Han touched her own cheek. Over the past few days, He Xing had repeated many times that even if she were truly disfigured, he would still like her. In fact, Fu Han herself had reassured herself countless times to trust He Xing. After all, their journey to this point had not been easy.

But her rationale kept reminding her time and time again that the human heart is the least resilient to tests. Their difficult journey was precisely because their love was too fragile to withstand challenges.