Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 363: I am Love, She is Responsibility

Chapter 363: Chapter 363: I am Love, She is Responsibility

He Xing’s smile on his face turned stiff, as if he were wearing an incredibly fake human skin mask, stirring a wave of heartache in anyone who saw it.

What was even more heartbreaking were the words he uttered, "Xiaohan, I understand what you mean. You might always feel that I am helping the Xia Family, and Xia Ning and her family always think I’m helping you. Being caught in the middle, I really... feel so troubled."

The last three words he spoke were in a low voice, laced with undeniable frustration and helplessness.

But at that moment, Fu Han had no mood to empathize with He Xing’s feelings because his words were like a ticking time bomb, and moreover, one that had already been ignited.

"Good, very good," Fu Han nodded while sneering coldly, "You’re caught in a dilemma, which means you’ve placed me and Xia Ning on the same level. He Xing, what a clever plan you’ve made, wanting to have both the Goddess Chang’e and the Heroine Queen is it?"

"Don’t misunderstand me," He Xing’s eyes widened as he looked at Fu Han, not knowing what he had said wrong, he could only try to explain again: "You and Grandpa are the most important people to me, but the Xia Family saved my life. Unless I give this life back to them, I will never be able to repay this debt in my entire life. As long as I have not repaid this debt, I cannot cut ties with the Xia Family, do you understand?"

"In the end, it’s just an excuse to protect Xia Ning," Fu Han’s emotions were on the brink of exploding, and her voice involuntarily rose, "He Xing, because of a life-saving grace, you are blind to the humiliation Xia Ning has thrown at me for years; you know Xia Ning brought a recording to ruin our wedding yet you remained indifferent, and now that Xia Ning has ruined my face, you can’t even bear it when I slap her a few times?"

As she spoke, Fu Han’s tears could no longer be contained, they streamed down profusely, and with a gambler’s anger, she fiercely wiped them away: "He Xing, since you’re so protective of Xia Ning, then I’ll make it easy for you, I’ll back out, how about that?"

"Xiaohan, can you not say such things every time you’re unhappy?" He Xing’s face was almost livid with anger, his rage stemming both from having made Fu Han cry and from being furious that no matter what happened, she would always talk about breaking up.

"I can’t!" Fu Han’s emotions were on the edge of collapse, but her tears stopped. She looked at He Xing with a heart nearly in pieces, "Is it so hard for you to admit that you have always been protecting Xia Ning all these years?"

Fire surged in He Xing’s heart, but he still tried to keep his voice as calm as possible: "Fu Han, be fair, have I only ever protected Xia Ning and never you?"

The autumn wind outside the window suddenly became much fiercer, howling as it burst through the open window, charging around like a beast intent on annihilating everything in the world.

Fu Han’s waist-length hair was lifted by the wind, covering her face partially, masking the asymmetry of her cheeks, leaving only her beautiful eyes more striking against the cover of her dark hair, like a rainbow after the storm.

But the narrowed eyes were no longer those of a lazy cat. Instead, they resembled a wild beast on the verge of eruption, as powerful in their impact as the words she had just spoken.

"You still say you haven’t put me and Xia Ning at the same position? Face it, He Xing, you just pay lip service to how important I am to you, but your every word and deed are clearly about balancing the relationship between me and Xia Ning. The key is, you still don’t realize there’s anything wrong with your behavior!"

"Wrong?" The stars in He Xing’s eyes were flickering with black squalls, like the deep sea at night, bringing the tides and waves that could destroy heaven and earth: "Fu Han, Aunt Du Wanting traded her life for mine. Xia Ning looks exactly like her. Is there something wrong with treating Xia Ning a bit better?"

Each word he spoke struck with force, especially that ending phrase, "Is there something wrong with treating Xia Ning a bit better?" Each word was a hammer, pounding hole after hole into Fu Han’s already battered heart, making it ache even more.

Strangely, however, the more aggrieved Fu Han’s heart became, the calmer her face grew: "So that’s it. Xia Ning has the face of my life-saving benefactor. No wonder you indulge her so. It seems that on my eighteenth birthday, I was presumptuous, causing trouble for Grandpa and forcing your hand. Fortunately, it’s not too late to remedy the situation."

She extended her slender fingers to smooth her wind-tossed hair and carelessly tied it with a rubber band, strands of loose hair framing her now even smaller face, making her delicate features even more prominent.

But as her face grew smaller, its asymmetry became more apparent.

The raging fire in He Xing’s heart was about to explode, but upon seeing Fu Han’s face, the fury in his eyes dispersed like heavy rain, leaving not even a spark behind.

He coaxed her like a child: "Okay, Xiaohan, let’s not talk like this anymore. Haven’t I told you many times that I only like you, and for me, it’s you or no one else?"

He Xing had spoken similar words before, and they would have moved Fu Han, but now they were nothing but a joke to her, and she was the punchline.

As she spoke, a sneer curved her lips into a mocking smile: "Mm-hm, I get what you mean now. You like me, but you have a lifelong responsibility to Xia Ning, right?"

The first instinct of He Xing was to refute her words, but when he opened his mouth, he found himself at a loss for a rebuttal. He was certain that wasn’t what he had in mind, but purely from the literal sense, he couldn’t find any point to argue; she had said something wrong, clearly.

The wind kept howling, and the temperature in the ward dropped little by little until it felt as cold as Snowland itself.

Fu Han felt as though her legs lacked any warmth, her arms covered in a fine layer of goosebumps, yet she stubbornly wanted to keep looking at He Xing, secretly hoping he would contradict her words.

The seconds ticked away, and although Fu Han felt as if a long time had passed, it also seemed like no time had passed at all. Her heart grew colder with each second, until it was completely frozen.

It was unclear how much time went by before He Xing’s lips finally moved.

But at this moment, an infinite fear spread through Fu Han’s heart. She was suddenly terrified of what He Xing might say, and she spoke first: "Alright, I know what’s on your mind. There’s no need to say more; I don’t want to hear it. I’m going to take a nap now, please leave."

"Xiaohan..."

"If you don’t leave, I will call the nurse," Fu Han’s disposition to drive him away was exceedingly intense, her amber-colored eyes glowing fiercely with anger and fear.