Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 360: Baptism by Ambrosia

Chapter 360: Chapter 360: Baptism by Ambrosia

"Because..." Fu Xingbo smiled, and one couldn’t help but notice that when he smiled, his eyes were identical to Fu Han’s, sparkly and bright, "because from my observation of Xia Ning, even if you really married He Xing and had children, she still wouldn’t give up on him. So, if you’re with He Xing, you’ll have to be on guard against Xia Ning for the rest of your life. Such a life is terrifying."

Although she was reluctant to admit it, Fu Han had to acknowledge that Fu Xingbo was right; what was more important was that his words struck her like a thunderclap. Although painful, isn’t it true that good medicine tastes bitter?

There was a long silence in the ward, and it was uncertain how much time had passed when Fu Han’s voice finally broke the quiet. But it was so soft that if one didn’t listen carefully, they might not even hear what she was saying.

"Actually, I know that He Xing lied to me about grandfather being gravely ill to get me to marry him, and I’m very angry. How could he curse his own grandfather? Also, he clearly knew that it was Xia Ning who played the recording at the wedding, yet he didn’t blame her afterwards. Today, I hit Xia Ning in a moment of impulse, but he has always been defending her so vehemently, is he right in doing that? Moreover, whether it’s the matter of grandfather faking his illness or the wedding recording, he hasn’t offered me an explanation to this day."

"Xiaohan, calm down," Fu Xingbo soothed as he ruffled Fu Han’s hair, looking at her very earnestly, "The matters you’re talking about are all based on your own subjective speculations. Although I don’t really approve of your relationship with He Xing, I still have to admit that he genuinely likes you, and you’re the only one in his heart."

Unfortunately, Fu Han wasn’t listening to a word anymore. She was immersed in her painful memories, desperately wanting to flee this place, to get far away from this city that had caused her so much heartache.

She grabbed Fu Xingbo’s sleeve and said urgently, "Uncle, I want to leave today, is that okay? Please, I can’t stand to stay here for even one more second."

"Then, when do you plan to return?" Fu Xingbo countered, not answering her question. Behind his glasses, his eyes held a faint, indistinct gleam.

Fu Han shook her head, "I don’t know. That’s something for the future, it’s too far away. I don’t want to think about it now."

"If you can’t be sure of your return, I suggest that you leave as originally planned. One reason is that your injuries still require more healing, and secondly, since Grandpa He raised you, even if he deceived you, he did it with good intentions. Shouldn’t you say goodbye to him properly before you leave?"

"Grandpa He?" Fu Han was stunned. She had been preoccupied with her own affairs these past few days and had not thought about Grandpa He at all. Realizing this, she indeed felt very unfilial.

"Alright, then I’ll leave on the originally scheduled day. After all, it’ll only be two days later."

...

Ward of Bai Wei.

Bai Wei had finished her bubble tea. With a perfect arc, the cup was tossed by her into the trash bin. She looked at Bai Qian sitting opposite her, "Mom, I want fried chicken, will you go buy some for me?"

"No," Bai Qian, who was engrossed in the latest TV series, didn’t look up as she replied, "Didn’t you say Luo Qinghe is coming soon? You can ask him to bring some."

"Right, why didn’t I think of that?" Bai Wei beamed with joy and made a phone call. After hanging up, she moved to sit beside Bai Qian with a sycophantic smile, "Mom, could you please go out for a while when he comes?"

Finally tearing her gaze from her phone, Bai Qian looked Bai Wei up and down with a mother’s critical eye, "Your infatuation with your boyfriend is so outrageous you even want to kick out your own mother?"

"This..." Bai Wei’s face flushed, but her smile grew, "Mom, think about it, how many times have you and Dad complained I was a third wheel during my childhood? Did I ever say anything?"

This time, it was Bai Qian’s turn to blush. She glared at Bai Wei and got to her feet, gathering her phone, "Fine, I’ll leave then, but you and Luo Qinghe, be careful. Don’t do anything excessive. If you get pregnant before marriage, I will break your legs!"

Bai Wei’s face turned beet red, both angry and embarrassed, "Mom, what are you saying? We are... we are innocent. Don’t look at me like that!"

"It better be," Bai Qian said with a laugh, feeling triumphant as if she had won a battle.

Bai Wei belatedly realized she had been tricked and, though furious, knew she stood no chance in an argument with Bai Qian. She turned away, refusing to look at her mother.

Before Bai Qian had even left, Luo Qinghe, laden with bags, appeared at the door. With his arrival, a delectable aroma of food filled the air.

Seeing Bai Qian, Luo Qinghe greeted her at once, "Auntie, where are you headed? I brought some food, let’s eat together?"

Putting her phone in her purse, Bai Qian smiled suggestively, "I won’t be a third wheel now, lest someone holds it against me."

"Third wheel?" Luo Qinghe glanced at Bai Qian and then at Bai Wei, understanding her implication.

Even though Luo Qinghe was almost thirty, he felt embarrassed in front of his potential mother-in-law and coughed awkwardly, handing a bag to Bai Qian, "Then please help me take this to Fu Han’s ward, thank you."

After Bai Qian had left, Bai Wei didn’t bother chatting with Luo Qinghe. Instead, she sprang up like a rabbit, dashed to the door, and closed it. She even locked it for good measure.

Having secured the door, she breathed a sigh of relief. Turning back, she found him already upon her, pushing her against the door, his kisses falling like raindrops.

Luo Qinghe’s style was always punk, a perpetual stubble lining his lips. It looked cool normally, but it was quite different when kissing.

Bai Wei’s face was pricked painfully and ticklishly by his stubble. And with his hands fanning the flames, Bai Wei surrendered almost without a fight.

The loose hospital gown fell to the ground, and Bai Wei’s pale, almost exposed body gleamed like jade.

Indecipherable noises filled the ward. Bai Wei’s mind was already a mess, barely comprehending what was about to happen.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door. They weren’t loud; it was the footsteps of a nurse walking in flat shoes. The echo from the empty corridor made the sound louder.

As the footsteps drew closer, Bai Wei heard the nurses outside chuckle, "Luo Qinghe must have arrived."