Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 371: The Older the Ginger, the Spicier it is

Chapter 371: Chapter 371: The Older the Ginger, the Spicier it is

He Xing sighed, thinking to himself that indeed, experience comes with age.

A hearty laugh resonated, as Elder Master He sipped his soup and teased He Xing with a glance, "When you deliver food to Fu Han, aren’t you supposed to eat with her? Do you really think your grandfather is a fool?"

"Grandpa, you’re formidable. I’m convinced," He Xing said, his face a bitter smile.

Elder Master He laughed proudly, "Of course. Did you think your grandpa has lived all these years in vain?"

The long-lost laughter filled the dining room, spreading to the living room and eventually filling the entire villa.

They could no longer recall the last time they had laughed like this. It must have been four years ago before Fu Han left, or perhaps even longer.

Elder Master He always used to find the villa too quiet. But then Fu Han arrived, and as a child, she was particularly lively, running around everywhere, hopping and bouncing, and whenever she saw Elder Master He, she would plunge into his arms and cling to his neck, coquettishly.

To be fair, even if Fu Han’s parents hadn’t left because of Elder Master He, he would have still adored Fu Han.

Many people are like this: the moment you first see them, you already know whether you’ll like them or not. It’s about the connection at first sight, and it was there between Elder Master He and Fu Han.

Learning that Fu Han was going abroad for treatment the day after tomorrow, Elder Master He remained calm. He knew that He Xing wouldn’t be able to bring the experts back on such short notice. Hence, Fu Han’s going abroad for treatment was indeed the best option.

These days, Elder Master He had also wanted to visit Fu Han, but the family doctor mentioned Elder Master He’s heart wasn’t in the best condition, likely from the wedding-day shock. Hence, it was recommended he recuperate on Lanwan Mountain, so he only called Fu Han daily.

Now that Elder Master He knew that Fu Xingbo was inviting him for a meal the next evening, he promptly agreed, thinking that he must give a good reminder to Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian to take good care of Fu Han.

The grandfather and grandson chatted in the dining room for a long time, completely forgetting that the cook had not come out of the kitchen, where sounds of water had long stopped – evidently, the cook had not been cleaning.

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The hospital became exceptionally quiet at night, starkly different from the daytime hustle and bustle.

Below the inpatient building, a man stood beside a streetlamp, his tall silhouette slightly tilted back, and it was unclear which ward he was watching.

Occasionally, passing doctors and nurses could be heard whispering, "Who is that man? Why does he keep standing here every day for most of the night? It’s quite eerie."

Immediately, someone answered, "Judging by his demeanor, it must be because someone he cares about is hospitalized, and he can’t visit them, so he’s waiting out here."

"You know, when you think about it, it’s quite touching."

The conversation faded into the distance. Su Cheng slightly tilted his head, feeling a bit of stiffness in his neck.

He had been standing here for nearly an hour and would leave in two more hours when the lights in Fu Han’s ward were turned off. Ever since Fu Han stopped allowing him to stay in the corridor overnight, he had been doing this every evening, even though Fu Han knew nothing of it.

But it didn’t matter if she knew or not. Su Cheng was clear about it; liking Fu Han was his own business. It had nothing to do with anyone else, not even Fu Han.

He had thought about letting go of Fu Han, even forcing himself to attend her wedding in the role of a groomsman, in an attempt to move on.

Before attending the wedding, he told himself it was a farewell, that from then on, he would never speak of his love in front of Fu Han again.

But what was the outcome? The wedding proved to be a painful disaster for Fu Han, turning her into a laughingstock.

Su Cheng could never forget the look in the eyes of the guests when Xia Ning played the recording, nor could he erase the memory of the loud chatter among the guests after He Xing and Fu Han went backstage.

Those impeccably dressed guests, who prided themselves on being part of the upper-class society, spoke such venomous words about Fu Han.

If Luo Qinghe hadn’t held him back, Su Cheng would have definitely burst out to confront them. What did they mean by saying they didn’t expect even Cinderella to be duped in marriage?

Then came the incident where Fu Han was deceived by Xia Cheng and Xia Ning and almost violated by Xia Cheng; even after several days, Su Cheng couldn’t bear to think what would have happened if he had arrived even a few minutes later.

Su Cheng had countless moments of impulse to beat up Xia Cheng and Xia Ning, but he knew all too well that if he lost his temper again, the Xin siblings’ affair might lead to even more outrageous actions.

To this day, Su Cheng’s biggest regret was that in a moment of passion, he had struck Xia Cheng and Xia Ning, but failed to cover up the evidence and was tricked by Xia Cheng’s lawyer into confessing.

About the disguise of Xia Cheng’s lawyer, that remained an unspeakable embarrassment for Su Cheng and Luo Qinghe; they were taken to the police station by someone pretending to be Huangpu’s couple’s hired lawyer to get Su Cheng out. They hadn’t anticipated the visitor was there to probe for information.

After coming out of the police station, Su Cheng was too ashamed to keep showing up in Fu Han’s ward all day. He still visited Fu Han two or three times a day, but he spent most of his time downstairs from her ward, occasionally being lucky enough to catch a glimpse of Fu Han’s blurry silhouette by the bed.

The autumn nights were quite cool, and mosquitoes still lingered. Su Cheng’s neck was already dotted with several bites. He checked the time; Fu Han would be turning off the lights and going to sleep in less than half an hour.

Feeling the pain of looking up for a long time and the soreness from standing, Su Cheng thought it best to find a place to sit and rest for a while.

While his eyes scanned for a suitable spot, he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone dressed in black swiftly entering the inpatient building.

The inpatient and emergency buildings at night were considered the "busiest" parts of the hospital. Although it was late, there were still people coming and going, either to buy snacks or to get some necessities.

What drew his attention to that person was firstly their all-black attire, which allowed them to blend into the twilight but stood out under the lights.

And also, who visits the inpatient department in the middle of the night without carrying anything? Surely they weren’t just out for a walk before returning to the night watch. The inpatient department had designated smoking areas.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, Su Cheng thought, what did it matter to him? He found a clean spot under a large tree to sit down, perfectly aligned with the view of Fu Han’s ward. As he raised his head, he saw that the light in Fu Han’s ward was already out.

He looked at his watch; according to Fu Han’s usual habits, she still had fifteen minutes before turning off the light. Why had she done so early today? He wondered if perhaps Fu Han was more tired today.

With that thought, a faint smile on his lips, he decided to leave earlier, planning to sleep soon so he could pick Fu Han up from the hospital in the morning. For the rest of his life, he hoped Fu Han would never have to visit the hospital again.