Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 382: Just This

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Just This

Qin Nuan’s teeth clutched tightly onto her lips, leaving a clear row of bite marks on the crimson beneath, as she touched her belly and hesitated, saying, "But I think the child in my belly is Xia Cheng’s."

The autumn wind blew in through the high windows, and though winter was not yet upon them, a chill was already in the air, cold enough to send shivers down one’s spine.

It took only a few breaths for He Xing to regain his impassive expression. He looked out through that small window at the sky outside, blue and cloud-streaked, just like the sky he’d seen with Fu Han that morning.

Only when he was with Fu Han, he felt the world vast and infinite, but at this moment the expansive sky seemed to have shrunk to the size of a palm, shaped and defined.

The words that He Xing spoke were as chilling as the autumn breeze, "Miss Qin, I don’t care what game you’re playing, nor whose child you’re carrying, and I won’t bother about who you’re going to marry. The reason I’m here today is solely because someone from the Xia Family was hurt, nothing more."

After finishing his sentence, He Xing did not linger any longer; he turned and walked straight towards the Emergency Room. His handsome face was frosty, the light in his piercing eyes as sharp as the sun shining on ice.

Behind him, the look of humility and pleading that had been on Qin Nuan’s face turned cold as soon as He Xing turned away, making it hard for anyone to associate her with that charming Assistant.

...

The nights of autumn were always pitch-black, Fu Han stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows looking outside, where the roads were bustling with traffic, and occasionally there were jams.

During rush hours in the morning and evening, traffic jams had become a norm in City A, and it was a surprise when there were none.

When Fu Han first returned to the country, she worked a nine-to-five schedule, always choosing the subway to avoid traffic, but sometimes the shooting locations were far from Subway Stations, so she would take the bus instead.

But buses got stuck in traffic too. During those times, she would stand packed between commuters on the bus, watching the hectic vehicles on the road, her mood restlessly irritable.

Now, however, perhaps due to her detachment, as she watched the streams of cars below, she began to miss the days when she and Nan Qing rented a place at Huating No.1, rushing to avoid being late for work and running past the compound walls each morning.

It was autumn back then too, osmanthus flowers were everywhere. Occasionally, there were leaves that the sanitation workers hadn’t yet swept, the withered yellow foliage creating a picturesque scene on the gray stone pavement, tempting her to risk being late just to take photos with her SLR camera.

Such beautiful times, as pure as an old photograph—though slightly yellowed, they were so simple and clear; back then, Fu Han too was pure, aware she couldn’t forget He Xing but also resolute in knowing she should leave him.

The traffic light in the distance turned red, and cars started to move forward slowly.

A bitter smile crept onto Fu Han’s lips. If she could, how much she wished time could rewind to that moment last year, after which she would never have returned from her trip to Antarctica.

What was the point of coming back? She went to Antarctica to see sights she’d never seen before, sure, but more so because the hurt she suffered from the Rowing the World photography competition was too great, she wanted to escape.

But after managing to escape, why come back?

Fu Han tilted her head, lost in thought for a long while. As the last glow of twilight brushed across her cheek, and finally fell beyond the mountains, she came to a realization.

The reason she chose to return to City A, a place full of heartbreaking memories, was not something else, but because she was influenced by the atmosphere between Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe during the trip to Antarctica.

Back then, Bai Wei fell in love with Luo Qinghe at first sight, shamelessly tagging along with them—indeed, Fu Han already knew that Bai Wei followed them because of He Xing’s instructions, but she still chose to believe it was because of Luo Qinghe.

Love, such a beautiful word, so romantic she could swoon just by thinking about it; yet it was the very word that caused her the most pain.

If... if time could turn back to when they first met.

If, the first time she saw He Xing, Old Master He hadn’t joked about her marrying He Xing, would she have simply regarded him as her brother.

If...

If only time could flow backward, wouldn’t that be wonderful?

Fu Han’s thoughts drifted back to two hours earlier when, encouraged by Fu Xingbo, she had finally agreed to take a nap. She had just begun to feel drowsy when her phone rang.

She lit up her phone and saw it was a message from Xia Ning, and instinctively, she didn’t want to look. Oddly enough, despite their longstanding animosity, they had never blocked each other’s phone number or Whatsapp or any other social media accounts—perhaps because the score between them couldn’t simply be settled by blocking.

Intuition warned Fu Han not to open the message, yet her fingers uncontrollably tapped it open. Xia Ning had sent a video, less than a minute long.

In the video, Xia Ning cried pitifully in He Xing’s arms, and he held her tightly. With He Xing’s cheek pressed against Xia Ning’s forehead, anyone could see the intimacy between them was palpable from any angle.

Fu Han had seen this video countless times and was sure it was shot today.

Although she hadn’t come across Xia Ning today, she had seen He Xing; he was wearing exactly these clothes when he left her in the morning, and she was absolutely certain she wasn’t mistaken.

So it meant, after learning about the Xia Family’s situation in the morning, he had recklessly left her and then been with Xia Ning.

Since seeing that video, Fu Han kept asking herself over and over why He Xing was holding Xia Ning so tightly. Sure, it might be because Xia Cheng was seriously ill, but even if he was, there was no need for them to sob and hold each other like that.

In doing this, where did He Xing leave her, his fiancée?

Tears, bright like dewdrops, fell from Fu Han’s eyes, heartbreaking in their beauty.

She reached out with slender fingers to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, murmuring softly, "That’s right, when has he ever cared about me as his fiancée? If he loved me as much as he claims, he wouldn’t have only saved Xia Ning and disregarded me when they both fell in the water four years ago; he wouldn’t have berated me yesterday for Xia Ning’s sake, and today, he wouldn’t have abandoned me over the Xia Family’s matter."

One by one, each incident was of He Xing’s own doing. Bystanders like Bai Wei couldn’t bear to watch, let alone Fu Han who was directly involved? The blade was cutting her flesh, how excruciating must that be?