Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 362: Eternal Enemy

Chapter 362: Chapter 362: Eternal Enemy

Finally, Fu Han turned away her gaze, not looking at He Xing any longer, but the color on her face did not turn as unsightly as before.

After finishing the last sip of beer, Fu Xingbo slowly put the bottle down and said to He Xing, "Fu Han is leaving for M Country the day after tomorrow. I was thinking about having dinner with Grandpa He and you tomorrow night. I don’t have Grandpa He’s number, so could you ask if he is available?"

"The day after tomorrow? So soon?" He Xing looked at Fu Han as if he had heard a bolt from the blue, even though he had found out about this news last night. But right now, his heart still couldn’t accept it.

Feeling his gaze, Fu Han raised her head to look at He Xing and said word by word, "Yes, a ticket for early the day after tomorrow. I’ll leave after I see Grandpa."

The last trace of color drained from He Xing’s face, and he stubbornly stared at Fu Han, as if he wanted to force her to retract her statement with his gaze alone.

Unfortunately for him, Fu Han had already lowered her head again. Although she didn’t continue eating the fried chicken and did nothing else, she just refused to look at He Xing again.

Bai Qian, unable to bear it, spoke up again, "He Xing, we’ve consulted with the doctors. The longer Xiaohan delays her surgery, the greater the risks she will face. So it can’t be put off any longer."

He Xing knew this as well. The He Group couldn’t do without him at the moment, so he had been trying to communicate with the doctors, hoping they could come to the domestic and perform the surgery on Fu Han again. Unfortunately, the doctors were much less amenable this time and their stance was much firmer; even offering money hadn’t helped.

He Xing sighed, "Mm, I understand. Uncle-in-law, please send me the time and address. I’ll be there with Grandpa on time tomorrow evening."

At the mention of "Grandpa," Fu Han’s heart skipped a beat, but she held back and didn’t lift her head to look at He Xing.

Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo blatantly exchanged looks before Bai Qian finally spoke, "Xiaohan, your uncle and I just remembered we have something to deal with, so we’ll be leaving first. Call us if you need anything."

After saying this, without waiting for Fu Han to respond, they turned and left, moving briskly, not like people nearly fifty years old but more like young people in their twenties or thirties.

Fu Han hadn’t even had a chance to say anything before they had already made it to the ward’s door. She knew that calling out to them would be pointless, so when Fu Xingbo turned back with a look of schadenfreude, she just rolled her eyes at him.

In the blink of an eye, only He Xing and Fu Han remained in the ward. They looked at each other, their expressions complex, as if measuring how to start a conversation.

The sun shone through the window, and the nearly noon sun was always extra warm. Even though today’s autumn wind was still strong, it gave a sense of comfort like basking in the sun’s warmth.

The caretaker started to clean up the fried chicken and other things from the table. Fu Han felt the ward had become somewhat awkward. She wanted to pick up a book to pass the awkward moment, but under He Xing’s gaze, she felt uncomfortable even making the smallest move, let alone standing up and looking for a book in the cupboard.

Finally, after cleaning up the tea table, the caretaker poured a cup of warm water for Fu Han and brewed a cup of tea for He Xing before finally leaving.

Amidst the faint aroma of tea, He Xing’s features began to blur, but his eyes remained exceptionally striking, like the bright moon that cannot be obscured by night clouds, compelling one to stop and gaze.

Aware that those eyes were on her, Fu Han’s face grew hot. She was annoyed at her restlessness, when she should be angry.

Seeing her turn away, He Xing quickly got up and sat beside Fu Han, "Xiaohan, are you still angry with me?"

The mention of anger made Fu Han even more upset. She made a move to get up, "Keep your distance from me, or else get out."

"Okay, okay, I won’t come near you," He Xing said, pressing down on Fu Han while shifting about five centimeters to the side, "Is this okay?"

Somehow, seeing He Xing looking so compliant made Fu Han think he was quite adorable. But she still put on an angry facade, "Move over a bit more."

Without a word, He Xing moved another five centimeters to the side and then looked at Fu Han with a particularly aggrieved expression, "I really can’t move any further, or I’ll fall off."

"Well... okay then." Fu Han pretended to ponder for a moment before reluctantly saying to He Xing, "Speak up if you have something to say. If you have nothing to say, then leave quickly. I still need to take a nap."

Her words were half true. It was true she hadn’t slept well last night, and truly intended to have a nap today, but she had no sleepiness now and couldn’t sleep, which was also true.

He Xing’s eyes blinked intensely, and turning his head to look at Fu Han, he gazed at her with those irresistible eyes, "Xiaohan, are you still angry with me?"

"Angry?" Fu Han widened her eyes at He Xing, her tone laced with barely concealed sarcasm, "What kind of relationship do I have with you? Why should I be angry with you?"

"We’re..." He Xing, unsure of what Fu Han really meant, yet unable to say that they had no relationship, cleared his throat and whispered, "Of course we have a fiancé-fiancée relationship. When you come back, I’ll make sure to give you a grand wedding."

"Wedding?" As soon as she heard those two words, a surge of anger rose in Fu Han’s heart. She snorted coldly, "It’s true we’re engaged, but you know better than anyone why we got engaged. Now that Grandpa’s health is no issue, our engagement should no longer count."

"How can that be?" He Xing completely forgot the boundaries Fu Han had just set and plopped down beside her, "Xiaohan, we did have a formal engagement ceremony. You can’t just deny it."

The wind seemed to soften, and Fu Han’s hair swayed gently, as if sprites were dancing upon it, an allure that one couldn’t look away from.

Fu Han smiled, her smile devoid of any warmth, "You almost made me forget. On the day of my engagement, Xia Ning was dressed more like the bride than me. She and Xia Cheng pushed me into the swimming pool. Have you dealt with that?"

"Ah..." He Xing stuttered abruptly, fumbling, "I... they received their punishment, and I think... you should be even, right?"

"Even with them?" Fu Han scoffed coldly, her entire being like a flash of cold light, "He Xing, I’m telling you, the Xia family and I will never reconcile in this lifetime. You’ve tried to mediate for so many years and failed. Xia Ning and I are born enemies, no matter how many years go by, that will never change, never!"