Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 356: Why Resort to Violence

Chapter 356: Chapter 356: Why Resort to Violence

Xia Ning had managed to muster a few words at the beginning, a bit like a drowning duck refusing to admit defeat, but now she was truly terrified of Fu Han and had indeed been dumbfounded by Fu Han’s assault.

As another punch was about to descend, Xia Ning twisted her head in an attempt to dodge and began to plead, "Fu Han, stop hitting me, I’m wrong, I know I’m wrong."

Fu Han’s fist had already brushed the fluff on Xia Ning’s face but then abruptly halted. From her dominant position, she looked down at Xia Ning: "You know you’re wrong now? Let me ask you, will you ever do such despicable things again? Sneak attacks, ruining my face; you’re truly disgusting."

"Yes, yes, yes, I truly know I’m wrong, and I won’t ever do it again." Tears welled up in Xia Ning’s eyes, mixing with the blood on her face, making her look even more wretched.

Fu Han was repulsed by the blood on Xia Ning’s face; she felt extreme disgust and let go of the hand pressing on Xia Ning’s shoulder, thinking to herself that she had already had her revenge so she might as well let it go.

Just as she was about to stand up but had not yet done so, a cold voice suddenly rang out: "What are you doing?"

The voice seemed to hold a certain magic, as the crowd that had been densely surrounding the doorway automatically parted ways, allowing He Xing to walk through.

He Xing was shocked when he saw the scene inside the ward, and what struck his senses the most was Xia Ning’s face, which was swollen like a pig’s head, and the fresh blood on it.

He Xing dashed forward in three strides, yanking Fu Han up before releasing her hand and bending over to help Xia Ning up.

Perhaps it was because his actions were too abrupt or he was in too much of a hurry, but Fu Han almost didn’t manage to stay on her feet and nearly toppled over.

By the time she looked back, He Xing was wiping the tears and blood from Xia Ning’s cheeks with a tissue.

Fu Han’s heart felt as though it was being pricked by countless tiny needles, so painful that she could hardly breathe, and the scene before her eyes was unbearably glaring.

Tears began to gather in Fu Han’s eyes, and just as they were about to fall despite her best efforts to hold them back, Bai Wei finally couldn’t restrain herself and burst out, pointing at He Xing and yelling, "He Xing, you’ve gone too far, don’t you realize you almost made Fu Han fall."

At last, He Xing turned to look at Fu Han, and when he saw the tears in her eyes, he froze, his gaze complex as the tissue in his hands fell to the ground.

But before he could react, Bai Wei spoke out again, "He Xing, I’m not saying you always favor Fu Han, but at least you could be a little fairer. Don’t forget Fu Han is your fiancée. Where were you when Xia Ning hit her? Why didn’t you fight back?"

Fu Han already felt unbearably aggrieved. Hearing Bai Wei’s words deepened her distress, and although she could no longer hold back her tears, she caught a glimpse of the smug look in Xia Ning’s eyes and forced the tears back.

By this time, He Xing had approached Fu Han, who looked back at him with eyes made especially bright by the washed away tears and said word for word, "Yes, it was me who beat up Xia Ning. If you want to take revenge for her, then do so. If she wants to call the police, let her. I don’t care."

"Xiaohan, I..." He Xing began to speak in pain, his face full of helplessness: "I didn’t mean that. I just think we should be able to talk things through. Why did you have to resort to violence?"

Bai Wei, already fuming, nearly exploded with anger at his words, saying tensely, "He Xing, that’s easy for you to say. When Xia Ning was hitting Fu Han, where were you to defend justice?"

He Xing’s anger finally could not be suppressed any longer; he turned sharply to Bai Wei, his whole body radiating a chilling aura: "Bai Wei, are you only happy when you see me argue with Fu Han?"

"I..." Bai Wei, stared down by He Xing, immediately deflated, and coughing awkwardly while avoiding his gaze, she said unnaturally, "I didn’t say anything wrong. Anyone with eyes can see you’re always protecting Xia Ning. Those who don’t know any better might think Xia Ning is your fiancée."

Ever since He Xing had appeared, Xia Ning had once again begun to play her best victim card. Initially pretending to be a startled fawn hiding behind He Xing, she now clung to He Xing’s arm with her face splotched like one from a dye shop, displaying her indignation.

"Bai Wei, can’t you have some conscience when you talk? Brother He Xing is fair in his dealings. He saw Fu Han beat me up like this, and he hadn’t even criticized her yet when you started to verbally attack him. Is that fair?"

"Who do you think you are to talk to me like this? I think you haven’t been beaten enough!" Bai Wei said as she raised her palm and charged at Xia Ning.

Realistically, with their distance, Xia Ning could have avoided it or let go of He Xing’s hand to allow him to block for her, but she did neither. Instead, she closed her eyes and offered up half her face.

The sound of the slap rang out, exceptionally jarring.

Following that slap, the ward became exceptionally silent.

He Xing’s sharp eyes were moving from Fu Han, to Bai Wei, and then to Xia Ning’s face. Finally, he grabbed Xia Ning’s arm and walked her out, "Let’s go and get that wound treated."

The gathering of sympathetic doctors and nurses at the door cast a last glance at Fu Han before silently departing.

Bai Wei looked at her palm in surprise; she genuinely hadn’t expected her slap to actually hit Xia Ning. The slap didn’t really hurt, at least Bai Wei’s own palm didn’t feel any pain.

When she turned to Fu Han, she saw the other’s face was paler than white paper, looking like a soulless marionette.

Bai Wei approached Fu Han, cautiously touching her shoulder, "Fu Han, are... are you okay? Did I... did I just make things worse for you?"

Fu Han gave Bai Wei a smile, but it was uglier than crying: "No, of course not, I know you were trying to help me, and I’m not angry."

"That’s good, that’s good." Bai Wei let out a sigh of relief, smiling at Fu Han: "Fu Han, hitting Xia Ning felt so satisfying, this is the first time I’ve seen how formidable you are. If it was a fight, I definitely wouldn’t be able to beat you!"

Fu Han smiled again, but this time with self-ridicule: "I used to despise responding to a dog bite with a bite of my own. Now, I truly understand that I shouldn’t retaliate. Not only did I get no advantage, but I also got a mouthful of fur."

"What are you talking about? I don’t understand," Bai Wei scratched her head, her short hair, cut at ear length, sticking up in tufts from her scratching: "What’s all this about a dog? Who’s the dog?"

Bai Wei had grown up overseas and her Mandarin was mostly acquired by osmosis from listening to Fu Xingbo’s and Bai Qian’s casual conversations, so she couldn’t understand this kind of metaphor.