Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 354 I Want Some Peace

Fu Han’s eyes widened in shock as she looked at He Xing, truly unexpected that her words would elicit such a strong reaction from him, especially since he was questioning her, something that would have been almost impossible in the past.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she took several steps back, forcefully suppressing the urge to cry. Then she looked at He Xing with as calm a voice as she could muster, "He Xing, I never wanted you to do anything. If you think my hostility toward Xia Ning is only because you are good to her, then there’s nothing I can say."

When He Xing spoke those words, his emotions were high, but in his heart, there was a voice that kept stopping him from saying these things out loud. However, he didn’t understand why he had lost control and had to say them anyway.

Seeing Fu Han like this, he felt more heartbroken than if he were killed.

He took a step forward, wanting to hold her shoulders like he used to, but Fu Han reacted sharply, slapping his hand away, "Don’t touch me!"

He Xing looked at the back of his hand, which turned red from Fu Han’s forceful slap, a piercing pain spreading through it, but the pain in his body couldn’t mitigate the pain in his soul, not in the slightest.

He raised his hands carefully, coaxing her, "Fu Han, I misspoke just now, sorry. Please don’t be angry. Just pretend I didn’t say anything, okay?"

Fu Han, who hadn’t shed a tear until now, suddenly broke down, tears falling like broken beads. She shook her head in utter heartbreak, "He Xing, you can say I’m overly sensitive or you can say I’m unreasonable, but do you know some words should never be spoken? Once said, they can’t be taken back."

Saying this, Fu Han wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her hospital gown, yet the tears were like floodgates opened, pouring out uncontrollably.

"He Xing, we grew up together, and my relationship with Xia Ning has always been strained. Ask yourself, how many times did I start trouble? You turned a blind eye to her bullying me, and if I fought back occasionally, you’d lecture me; Xia Cheng pushed me into the pool, and without even asking, you just carried Xia Ning away. It’s been four years, and I really want to ask, when you carried Xia Ning away that day, weren’t you afraid no one would save me, that I would be drowned alive?"

"I..." He Xing’s face turned paler than gardenias, his lips trembling, "Xiaohan, I knew you wouldn’t be drowned. There were so many servants there, how could anything happen to you?"

"Yes, how could anything happen to me with the servants there." Fu Han chuckled, a mournful smile on her beautiful face, "But have you ever thought, I hoped that the person saving me would be you?"

The wind blew in through the window, making not only Fu Han’s loose hospital gown rustle loudly but also her slender legs seemed like they couldn’t support her, as if she might be blown away at any moment.

At this moment, Fu Han was less than a meter away from He Xing, but he felt she was so far away, like a dandelion that might disappear with a puff of wind.

Every word she said was a knife, stabbing deep into He Xing’s heart. He was in excruciating pain, "Xiaohan, I know I was wrong, I won’t do it again, alright?"

Fu Han turned and walked towards the window, her slender figure enveloped in the hospital gown, but the outline of her shoulder blades was strikingly clear, making her appear so frail that she was almost just skin and bones.

He Xing stepped forward involuntarily, but before he could speak, Fu Han’s voice carried over with the wind, "I need some quiet. Please leave, alright?"

The wind outside grew stronger, and despite being clad in pajamas, He Xing felt a chill. He said with concern, "Xiaohan, maybe you should put on a jacket?"

"Would you please leave?" Fu Han’s voice rose sharply, and although her face was not visible, her impatience was clear through her tone.

He Xing sighed deeply and finally headed towards the door. Reaching the door, he suddenly remembered he was still in his pajamas, so he opened the closet to look for clothes.

The sound of rustling behind him signaled Fu Han’s growing impatience. She stamped her foot, still facing away from He Xing, "How many more times do you need me to say it before you will go?"

He Xing felt like an annoying fly, despised to the bone. A nameless rage rose within him, confidence fueling a desire to speak, but reason told him the best thing to do now was to keep silent.

Yet when he stepped out of the ward with clothes in hand, he happened to encounter several nurses walking by. Seeing him like this, they all smirked ambiguously, with the bolder ones even teasing, "Mr. He, did you have a fight with your fiancée?"

He Xing’s composure crumbled, his body trembling with anger, as his last shreds of reason disappeared. He shouted at Fu Han’s back, "Fu Han, I know you blame me for always protecting Xia Ning, and you think that Xia Ning and Xia Cheng suffered no punishment because of me. But can’t you be fair to me? I didn’t do anything, and yet you blame everything on me; isn’t that a bit too much?"

Fu Han’s shoulders trembled, and she seemed on the verge of collapse in the chilling wind. She hurriedly steadied herself against the windowpane, but even so, her legs couldn’t stop shaking, thankfully hidden by the pant legs.

Her teeth chattered, but she still managed to speak in as calm a voice as possible, without turning her head, "He Xing, I don’t want to argue with you. You’ll never change, and neither will I!"

Watching Fu Han refuse to turn around, He Xing felt his last spark of hope extinguished. He gave Fu Han one deep, long look before finally turning away and leaving.

A few minutes after he had left, Fu Han turned back to find nothing but the empty doorway.

The tears she had just managed to hold back overflowed disastrously again. The cozy ward was now as cold as a winter cellar, even more chilling.

If it weren’t for Fu Han leaning against the windowsill, she likely would have fallen to the ground, utterly drained of strength.

It was no longer sufficient to describe her state of mind as simply sad. Her heart had long been shattered, irreparable even by the most skilled craftsman – a pain that couldn’t be undone, a hurt that couldn’t be reversed.

Such is the world. The more you fear something, the more likely it is to come to pass. Everything she had worried about came true that day.