Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 368: The Heroism of Ordinary People

Chapter 368: Chapter 368: The Heroism of Ordinary People

Even at this moment, as heartbroken as she was, she still couldn’t deny that she was still in love with He Xing.

Unexpectedly, Fu Han began to feel some sympathy for Ji Liangchuan in front of her; she gathered the loose hair hanging by her ear and casually tied it up with the hairband on her wrist.

Then she looked at Ji Liangchuan sincerely, "If you don’t mind how ugly I look now, you can take a good look. You have to believe that the very important friend you remember, she remembers you just the same."

Ji Liangchuan had long known that Fu Han’s face was disfigured, but he hadn’t expected that Fu Han’s face was already disfigured to such an extent.

Before, her face was partially hidden by her hair, so it was unclear, but now her entire face was exposed in front of Ji Liangchuan, and despite being mentally prepared, he couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

In fact, Fu Han’s face was still as clear and flawless as white jade; either side of her face looked perfect on its own, and even just one cheek was very beautiful. It’s just that the two sides of her face were asymmetrical, with a nearly one-centimeter difference in height between them.

If it were any other time, you might think one centimeter isn’t much, but for a face that is only as big as the palm of a hand, it’s indeed an unignorable gap.

Ji Liangchuan’s emotions were complicated, with disappointment, sadness, but more so anger; after Taozi left, he thought he would never see such a face again. Heaven have mercy, he was allowed to see Fu Han, but why did Fu Han always get hurt on her face?

He was well aware that if Fu Han didn’t have this face, he would definitely not pay as much attention to Fu Han as he does now. But the irony was that Fu Han did have such a face.

Ji Liangchuan suddenly rose and walked towards the door, his silhouette from behind looked as if there were special effects, a fierce raging fire burning behind him.

Fu Han was clueless, "What... what are you going to do?"

"To teach Xia Ning a lesson!" Ji Liangchuan said without turning his head, "Whatever she did to hurt you, I will repay it twice over."

Fu Han was stunned, her feelings at that moment incredibly complex. Ever since she was disfigured, she had dreamt that He Xing would say such words. To her utter surprise, the person who uttered them turned out to be Ji Liangchuan, someone whom she did not even consider a friend in her heart.

As Ji Liangchuan was about to walk out of the ward, Fu Han called out in panic, "What are you doing? Do you think the Xia Family’s people are pushovers? If you go to settle scores with her, aren’t you afraid her family’s bodyguards will beat you half to death?"

"Then I’ll take a few more people with me," Ji Liangchuan said, still seething with rage, anger blazing in his attractive peach blossom eyes.

Seeing him so resolute, as if not even nine bulls could pull him back, Fu Han almost burst into tears, "Okay, say you really do take revenge for me, and Xia Guoxiong calls the cops and gets you arrested, do you think that would make me feel any better?"

His steps were heavy as if lead had been poured into his feet. He looked dazedly at Fu Han and murmured, "But even if I do get arrested, I can’t just stand by and watch you being bullied like this."

Fu Han’s feelings were indescribably complex. The thing He Xing hadn’t done for her was what this man before her was going to do; she could see that Ji Liangchuan sincerely wanted to take revenge for her, and he wasn’t just talking.

The ward fell into prolonged silence, Ji Liangchuan’s gaze moving from Fu Han’s face to the window, then back to her face again, filled with boundless sorrow.

His gaze was so intense that Fu Han unconsciously averted her eyes.

She had a strange feeling in her heart, always feeling that when Ji Liangchuan looked at her, it was as if he was looking at her yet not really seeing her. It was a sensation beyond words.

After an indeterminate time, Ji Liangchuan finally withdrew his gaze. He wouldn’t look at Fu Han anymore, instead saying in a low voice with his head slightly bowed, "Fu Han, He Xing does love you. What he feels for Xia Ning is just a debt. Please don’t misunderstand."

"Stop talking about this," Fu Han turned away, anger clearly evident on her face.

Ji Liangchuan let out an almost imperceptible sigh, "Rest well. I’m leaving."

He turned and left the ward without lingering. The moment he stepped out, his facial expression changed slightly, looking pleased, yet not entirely happy, with a trace of guilt on his face.

...

As the last ray of sunset vanished from the sky, someone knocked on the door of Fu Han’s ward.

Her gaze shifted from the book in her hands to the door, surprised yet not surprised to see He Xing; surprised because she hadn’t expected He Xing to come so soon, and unsurprised because a voice inside her had been continuously telling her that He Xing would definitely come, late but sure.

Eyes meeting, both their complexions changed, the air seeming to crackle with sparks as if something had changed, yet also as if nothing had changed at all.

He Xing was the first to speak, his smile forced, "Xiaohan, you only had some fried chicken for lunch; I was worried you might be hungry, so... so I brought you dinner early."

Only then did Fu Han notice the bags in each of He Xing’s hands, and the fragrance of food already permeating the room, winding through the ward, dispelling the faint scent of osmanthus.

Without his mentioning it, Fu Han hadn’t realized she was actually quite hungry, but that didn’t mean she could just make up with He Xing. She kept a straight face and nodded, "Okay, thank you. Please leave the food and go if there’s nothing else."

He Xing’s expression stiffened, his cheeks flushing as he spoke softly, "Xiaohan, I... I haven’t eaten either. How about I eat first before I leave?"

For someone as proud as He Xing, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, it had always been others who fawned over him. When had he ever needed to speak to anyone in such a humbled tone?

Fu Han’s heart softened completely, yet even if her heart crumbled to pieces at that moment, the incident from the morning lingered unabated in her mind.

Her face turned cold as she spoke with unquestionable firmness, "You may have your dinner, but then you must leave immediately. I’ve already informed the caregiver, she’ll stay with me tonight."

He Xing hesitated and finally nodded.

From when Fu Han met He Xing at the age of three to now, twenty-two years had passed. They had shared countless meals over the years, but none were as heavy-hearted as tonight’s.

They sat on separate single-seater sofas, a coffee table with a dozen dishes set between them.

Indeed, as He Xing said, each dish was one of Fu Han’s favorites.

Speaking of this made Fu Han’s feelings complicated. Four years ago, she knew He Xing’s preferences better than her own, but now four years had gone by, and she had actually forgotten what He Xing liked to eat.