Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 370: The Hard-earned Begging

Chapter 370: Chapter 370: The Hard-earned Begging

A feeling called guilt emerged in He Xing’s heart, finally filling it to the brim with overwhelming force.

"Grandpa, what are you looking at?" He Xing squeezed out a smile on his face, pretending to know nothing.

"I’m looking at your wedding photos." Grandpa He didn’t turn around, his cloudy eyes still fixed on the huge wedding photo on the living room wall.

He Xing walked over and stood beside Grandpa He, also turning his gaze to the enlarged wedding photo. In fact, the content of this photo was very simple—it was just Fu Han in a white wedding dress and He Xing in a white suit standing together, with a simple backdrop of clustered fake pink flowers behind them.

When shooting this set of indoor photos, Fu Han had once complained that the backdrop was too cheap, somewhat reluctant to take the photos.

But the Photographer said that sometimes the most vulgar backgrounds could make the most beautiful photos.

Ultimately, the Photographer was proven right. Amidst the cluster of flowers, Fu Han and He Xing’s faces looked exceptionally handsome and vibrant.

The one they had enlarged showed He Xing slightly looking down at Fu Han, his eyes and brows filled with adoration, while Fu Han looked up at him with a playful smile on her face.

The most remarkable thing was that the dimples on both of their faces were identical, like they were copy-pasted.

They had been called a perfect match too many times, but when you saw this photo, beyond such trite compliments, you wouldn’t think of anything particularly novel to say.

Actually, the day they took their wedding photos didn’t go smoothly at all. There were too many outfits, so they hadn’t finished shooting by evening, and in the end, Fu Han even sprained her ankle. He Xing didn’t continue with the last outfit either.

But now, as He Xing recalled it, he felt the day of the shoot was incredibly beautiful, a memory worth savoring.

The more beautiful the memory, the crueler the reality.

He Xing felt uneasy in his heart. He touched Grandpa’s arm and said to him in the tone one uses with children, "Grandpa, I heard from Uncle Zhou that you didn’t eat much today. I haven’t eaten either this evening. Come with me to have something, will you?"

"You haven’t eaten?" Grandpa He finally turned to look at He Xing, reprimanding him, "Don’t tell me Xiaohan hasn’t had dinner either?"

He Xing never expected that after saying he hadn’t eaten, Grandpa He’s first concern would be whether Fu Han had anything to eat. He felt particularly helpless, but not surprised—in so many years, what Grandpa He cared about the most was always Fu Han. He had long been accustomed to it.

To avoid Grandpa’s worry, he quickly said, "Grandpa, don’t worry. Before I came back, I had already sent Xiaohan’s dinner to her, and I watched her finish eating before leaving."

Grandpa He then nodded, but his tone was still not pleasant, "You need to be nicer to Xiaohan, put more effort into it, and don’t let her suffer any grievances."

"I know, Grandpa. Even if you didn’t say it, I would treat her well." He Xing, while patting Grandpa He’s shoulder and leading him towards the door, said helplessly, "Grandpa, I’m really hungry. Eating alone isn’t enjoyable; please, come eat with me."

"Alright, seeing as your behavior has been somewhat decent, I’ll accompany you for a bite," Grandpa He laughed, the murkiness in his eyes diminishing somewhat.

They ran into Old Zhou at the stairwell; he said the cook had already warmed up the food and was about to come upstairs to call them down for dinner.

The spacious dining room, with a round table that could seat about ten people, was full of steaming dishes, their color, fragrance, and flavor wafting through the air—the taste He Xing had known for twenty years, and so had Fu Han.

He Xing had actually already eaten dinner and was not a bit hungry. But, to play his part, he still slowly ate from a bowl, clearly understanding that if he didn’t finish, Grandpa He would realize he had lied.

The cook, who was initially tidying up in the kitchen, peeked half of her head from behind the glass door, round face grinning until her eyes were nearly slits: "Young Master, why have you come back at this late hour? Is Miss Fu alright by herself in the hospital?"

He Xing, who was in the midst of picking up food, paused momentarily; the very next second, his expression returned to normal: "It’s fine. I’ve arranged for someone to protect her."

"That’s good, that’s good." The cook nodded, wiping her hands on her apron, her smile exceptionally open-hearted, "I haven’t seen Miss Xiaohan for several days now, I kind of miss her."

Grandpa He, who was eating his meal unhurriedly, raised his head and looked expressionless at the cook: "Aside from cooking, you have no other responsibilities. If you miss Xiaohan, you can go see her."

The smile on the cook’s face stiffened for a moment, but the next second she quickly adopted an embarrassed one, "Well... It would be so embarrassing for Miss Fu if I went to see her looking like this, I... I better not go. I will just prepare some more delicious food for her once she’s discharged from the hospital."

After saying this and getting no response, with Grandpa He already returning to eating, she could only manage a sheepish smile.

He Xing slammed the porcelain bowl onto the table with a "snap," his expressionless gaze landing on the cook. In a cold voice, he said, "Auntie, it seems you don’t understand Fu Han well. She would never be embarrassed by your visit."

In the quiet dining room, He Xing’s voice was particularly loud, each word resounding with emphasis, as though pounding large holes in the ground.

"Yes, yes, yes." The cook quickly agreed, skulking back to the kitchen, no longer speaking. Soon after, the sound of running water could again be heard issuing from within.

Seeing that He Xing had put down his chopsticks, Grandpa He frowned, "He Xing, when did you start eating so little?"

Under the bright lights, He Xing’s handsome face showed helplessness, but the next second, he quickly adopted a composed smile, "Grandpa, I had a dessert this afternoon, so I’m not very hungry now. You... You should eat more."

About that previous bowl, he had really struggled to eat it, mainly because he had already been full from eating with Fu Han.

Grandpa He had nearly finished his bowl, and Old Zhou immediately came over to serve him soup, "Young Master, this old hen soup is very nutritious. Have a bowl too."

As He Xing waved his hands to decline, Grandpa He had already calmly spoken. "Pour a bowl for He Xing too. If you’re going to act, you might as well do it properly. How can a grown man be full after just one bowl of rice?"

"Grandpa..." He Xing’s eyes widened, thinking his performance was flawless. Had he still underestimated Grandpa?

Grandpa He looked at He Xing with an almost smiling expression, "I have eaten more salt in my life than you have had rice. What are your little tricks to me? You claim to be hungry but eat as if it’s a chore?"