Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 369: Having Dinner Together

Chapter 369: Chapter 369: Having Dinner Together

Despite the table full of dishes, Fu Han only ate the ones closer to her, barely giving the others a glance. Throughout the meal, He Xing repeatedly encouraged her to eat more, and even tried to serve her some dishes at one point, but Fu Han stopped her with just a look.

The food was truly delicious, Fu Han was hungry, and she knew she should eat more—but she couldn’t. She chewed without tasting anything, and perhaps that was her most genuine feeling at the moment.

In the end, Fu Han forced herself to finish half a bowl of rice.

As she set her chopsticks down, He Xing immediately stood up and filled a bowl with freshly simmered fish soup for her. "Xiaohan, this is just made. It’s very fresh. Have a taste," she said, "The Doctor said it is good for your health."

Fu Han stared at the milky-white fish soup in front of her. After a moment of silence, she obediently took it from He Xing.

As He Xing had said, the fish soup was indeed delicious. One couldn’t help but wonder how they managed to preserve the sweet fragrance of the fish while eliminating any fishy odor—truly exceptional.

In the end, He Xing is a man. Even if he didn’t find today’s meal as delicious as usual, he still ate a bowl of rice and two bowls of fish soup.

Seeing that He Xing had put down his chopsticks, Fu Han quickly dismissed him, "The meal is over now. If you have nothing else, you should leave immediately."

"You..." He Xing looked at Fu Han with bright and earnest eyes. "Do you really want me to go that much?"

Fu Han nodded decisively: "Yes, I really don’t want to see you right now."

A flash of anger crossed He Xing’s eyes. He looked at Fu Han in silence, as if pondering a very serious matter.

Ever since they were children, whenever He Xing wore that expression, Fu Han always felt like he was trying to find fault in her. She did not like this feeling at all and simply turned her head away, refusing to look at He Xing.

From He Xing’s angle, he could only see Fu Han’s chin. It was a delicate chin, yet at that moment, it seemed as stern as a cold, sharp knife.

The anger in He Xing’s heart flared. He stood up, tidied up the leftover dishes on the coffee table, said "I’m leaving," and walked towards the door.

Unable to resist, he turned to look back as he reached the door, but Fu Han’s chin rested on the back of the sofa, paying no attention to He Xing.

A nameless rage surged within him, and without further hesitation, he left.

But actually, he only stepped outside the ward and called a nurse. After giving her several low-voiced instructions in the hallway, he finally left the hospital.

The Lamborghini sped along the spacious road, its surroundings swiftly receding. Streetlights cast elongated shadows on the pavement.

Behind the wheel, He Xing’s face appeared intermittently under the shifting patterns of light and shadow, making his eyes sparkle like the morning star one moment, then appear as a lurking beast the next.

Since Fu Han had been hospitalized, He Xing hadn’t returned home. He only phoned He Family’s patriarch every morning and evening, and Old Zhou, like clockwork, reported the day’s events each night.

This wasn’t to monitor the He Family patriarch, but rather because a doctor had advised that, given the patriarch’s advanced age and previous stroke, it was best to keep a detailed record of what he ate and did every day. This way, if something went wrong, it would be easier to trace the cause.

Following the doctor’s advice, He Xing simply asked Old Zhou to email him a daily report, keeping him informed of the patriarch’s activities.

Last night, Old Zhou reported that the patriarch had only had some vegetables and a bowl of soup. Today, he ate even less, and for dinner, he directly stated he wasn’t hungry.

According to He Xing’s original plan, he should have stayed by Fu Han after delivering her meal today, but he couldn’t neglect his grandfather’s situation. Therefore, when Fu Han gave him the hint to leave, he didn’t say much and accepted her request readily.

But if He Xing knew that one of the reasons Fu Han was increasingly irritated was because he hadn’t insisted on staying, one wonders what he would think.

The winding road up Lanwan Mountain truly tests a driver’s skills. Though He Xing was not yet 28, he had gotten his driver’s license right after his 18th birthday — the He Family patriarch took him to buy a car the same day he passed his driving test.

All in all, He Xing had nearly nine and a half years of driving experience. He drove daily, so he truly qualified as a seasoned driver.

Even if the street lights were out, the route through Lanwan Mountain was etched in his memory, never forgotten; one could say he knew the way up the mountain even with his eyes closed.

The He Family’s mansion at the top of the hill was now visible, brilliantly lit like a castle inside a crystal ball.

He Xing remembered that Fu Han used to love fairy tales as a child. After learning about Cinderella, she would always say she was Cinderella and He Xing was the prince.

Eventually, for some reason, Fu Han stopped mentioning the story. Instead, Xia Ning often used it to provoke Fu Han, calling her delusional for aspiring to something so out of reach.

He Xing never saw himself as a prince, nor did he see Fu Han as Cinderella. He seldom interfered with Xia Ning’s behavior, despite disapproving of it internally.

But now, He Xing realized that Fu Han was probably sensitive inside and must have hoped he would defend her against Xia Ning. Regrettably, He Xing had never taken girls’ words too seriously, treating Fu Han no differently than Xia Ning — it wasn’t favoritism.

Old Zhou came out of the villa upon hearing footsteps. Seeing He Xing, he moved closer and whispered, "The patriarch seems to be in a sour mood these days. He occasionally visits the suite prepared for you and Lady Fu Han, staring blankly at your wedding photo."

He Xing felt a heaviness in his heart, yet his demeanor remained calm: "I got it. Have the kitchen heat up the food. I’ll go see Grandfather."

All villas in Lanwan Mountain have a three-story design. The top floor includes a swimming pool and a 360-degree, all-around glass room that allows you to enjoy the view of Lanwan Mountain whether it’s a sunny day or a rainy one.

He Xing and Fu Han’s new residence was situated on the third floor with the best natural lighting, a suite long prepared by the He Family patriarch. Even He Xing only learned of its existence when they were about to get married.

The suite was simply furnished with four rooms: a master bedroom, a study room, a reception room, and a children’s room.

Fu Han blushed when she first saw the suite, teasing the patriarch for being eager to have great-grandchildren. How lovely that moment was.

With that thought, He Xing stepped forward and saw the He Family patriarch standing in front of their large wedding photograph in the living room, his wrinkled face looking worn and aged.