Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 355: Revenge with Own Hands

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Revenge with Own Hands

What she was most worried about was that her facial features could not be restored, and she and He Xing, with the unstable relationship from the past, would live together day by day and eventually have their affection for each other worn away completely—and He Xing’s reaction to seeing her face had indirectly proven her concerns to be correct, He Xing would indeed do so.

Moreover, Xia Ning forever remained an insurmountable barrier between Fu Han and He Xing, something Fu Han knew she could not conquer or surmount. Fu Han knew He Xing liked her, but his sense of responsibility towards Xia Ning could not be erased, and this was also an obstacle Fu Han could not overcome.

Thinking of this, Fu Han heaved a deep sigh. Turning her head with the intention of catching up on sleep, her phone suddenly rang. Opening it, she saw a Whatsapp message from He Xing, stating that there was an emergency at the company that needed to be dealt with, and he had to leave for a while.

Fu Han casually tossed the phone onto the bed without replying to He Xing, the thing she hated the most about him was how they could have such an intense argument, and yet, He Xing could act as if nothing happened, speaking calmly to her as usual.

But the cracks still remained, ah, how could the pain in her heart be ignored?

What Fu Han hoped for was that after a conflict, everyone would sit down together, open their hearts and talk, preferably clearing up all the misunderstandings between them, so they could last even longer as a couple.

Because, if the knots in their hearts persisted, each time choosing to selectively ignore them, then certainly more and new problems would arise.

She sat cross-legged on the bed, her vacant eyes staring out the window, her mind aimlessly filled with muddled thoughts as the idea of flight began to spread within her.

As she was absent-mindedly dreaming, a knocking sound at the door brought her back to reality.

There had been many people coming to see Fu Han these past few days, but generally, they would come straight in without knocking. A hint of doubt flashed through Fu Han’s mind, but without lifting her head, she nonchalantly said, "Come in!"

The crisp sound of high heels on the floor resounded, particularly harsh to Fu Han, who had spent the last few days in the hospital—it was like suddenly being jerked back to the world outside, to the day of her wedding.

That day, she too wore a pair of high heels, the silver footwear studded with rhinestones, creating clear, crisp sounds with each step, casting a faint halo of light onto the floor, and although not every step blossomed with lotuses, those shoes were really beautiful indeed.

It was just a pity that in chasing after Xia Ning, she broke a heel during the scuffle and by the time she remembered them, her shoes were nowhere to be found.

And it seemed everyone either overlooked or forgot this detail over the past few days, and no one had mentioned it again.

When a pair of light pink high heels appeared in front of Fu Han, she slowly lifted her head, and her eyes were met with Xia Ning’s beautiful face.

The two young women silently faced each other, Xia Ning’s expression undergoing subtle changes, from initial shock to eventual joy.

It must be said that whenever Xia Ning faced Fu Han alone, she would drop all her pretenses and fully reveal her "demon" nature, just as she was doing at that moment.

One corner of Xia Ning’s mouth curled up in a particularly gleeful smile: "Fu Han, I heard you were disfigured, but I didn’t expect it to be true."

"What’s it to you?" Because of the earlier quarrel with He Xing, Fu Han’s loathing for Xia Ning had reached its peak. She wished Xia Ning would just disappear right there and then, so how could she possibly respond amicably?

However, Xia Ning wasn’t upset by Fu Han’s tone. On the contrary, the smile on her face broadened even more: "Fu Han, truly, people should never get plastic surgery, as it can backfire. Look at yourself; you’re the best example, becoming uglier and uglier."

Fu Han’s eyes glared fiercely at Xia Ning, and through gritted teeth, she enunciated each word: "What did you say? Repeat it if you have the guts!"

"I..." Xia Ning’s face turned paler as she staggered backward: "Fu... Han, don’t think you can intimidate me, I... I’m not afraid of you at all."

"Is that so?" Fu Han smirked slightly, "Alright, then why don’t we test that out? See who suffers more?"

"You... you’re crazy!" Xia Ning turned and began heading toward the door while casting fearful glances at Fu Han: "You... you’re insane, He Xing Bro will definitely leave you, you madwoman."

The words "madwoman" successfully irritated Fu Han. Though she initially did not want to deal with Xia Ning, she now charged towards her in slippers.

The two young women, one in towering high heels and the other in slippers, one panicked and the other enraged, one retreating and the other advancing—the ward was not very spacious, and naturally, Fu Han caught up with Xia Ning easily.

She didn’t know where the strength came from, but she grabbed Xia Ning’s hair and yanked it hard, dragging Xia Ning into the ward amidst her screams of agony.

Fu Han threw Xia Ning onto the floor with a thud. As Xia Ning tried to prop herself up on her elbows to rise, Fu Han quickly bent down to press Xia Ning’s shoulders, pinning her back to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Xia Ning panicked, suddenly realizing her resistance was futile against Fu Han, who appeared frightfully formidable at that moment.

Fu Han let out a cold snort and slapped Xia Ning across the face, leaving half of her cheek red and swollen: "What am I doing? I’ll tell you, I am merely returning the favor from when you hit me back then."

Xia Ning screamed in pain, like a pig being slaughtered.

The ward, usually silent, resonated with her cries, drawing a nurse rushing in to intervene, only to be stopped by Bai Wei, who appeared from nowhere: "This is their personal grudge, don’t get involved."

Bai Wei then whispered something to the group of nurses, and though Fu Han heard not a word, the result was that indeed many onlookers gathered at the door, none coming in to stop the commotion.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Han had slapped Xia Ning several times, her cheeks swelling noticeably, and a trickle of blood beginning to flow from her lips.

When Fu Han started feeling pain in her slap-worn palm, she finally stopped. But she continued to pin Xia Ning, not allowing her to get up.

Seeing her pause, Bai Wei, ever enthusiastic for drama, said: "Fu Han, keep hitting her, I’ll stand the cost if anything breaks. Take out the grudge for me too."

Fu Han narrowed her eyes at Xia Ning, having regained her composure. She kept Xia Ning pinned down as she hadn’t yet decided how to deal with her.

Upon hearing Bai Wei’s words, images of Xia Cheng and Xia Ning beating Bai Wei with sticks flashed before her. Her anger flared and with a furious punch, she hit Xia Ning: "Xia Ning, you didn’t expect a day like this, did you?"