Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 384: Child, You’ve Suffered

Chapter 384: Chapter 384: Child, You’ve Suffered

Bai Wei glanced at Fu Han, a hint of worry hidden in her eyes—or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she had been worried about Fu Han since the day of her wedding.

How to put it, everything that was happening now, one thing after another, seemed to be headed in a bad direction, as if an invisible hand was behind it all, orchestrating events, but she felt powerless to stop it.

The hotel was resplendent in gold and bright lights, and the security guard at the entrance stood ramrod straight. As they approached from a distance, the welcoming staff came up to greet them, "Do you have a reservation?"

Fu Xingbo, holding Bai Qian’s hand, walked forward. Fu Han, trailing a few steps behind them, followed, and Bai Wei lagged even further behind, her eyes heavy with thoughts as she gazed at Fu Han’s retreating figure.

The old Mr. He had already arrived in the private room, and upon seeing Fu Han, he looked her up and down before his eyes reddened and, after a long sigh, said only, "Child, you’ve suffered."

If it had not been for Fu Han’s preparation, she likely would have burst into tears right then and there.

This was her first encounter with old Mr. He since the wedding, and though she had imagined numerous times what he might say, she never expected these words.

Fu Han sat next to old Mr. He, and they talked as if they had an endless amount of things to say to each other, their relationship not blood-related but seemingly closer than that of genuine grandparents and grandchildren.

In just a few short days, Fu Han felt old Mr. He had aged a lot more than before, his hair at the temples completely white, like frost; on his cheeks, several rice grain-sized age spots had appeared.

For the first time, Fu Han acutely felt that old Mr. He had aged, truly aged; the thought that before long he might go through the universal cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death made her nose tingle, but fortunately, she managed to control herself and her tears did not show.

The four people in the room chatted for a while, and Fu Xingbo, looking at the time, asked softly, "Why hasn’t He Xing arrived yet? Has he not finished dealing with things?"

Old Mr. He’s expression changed at once. He looked at Fu Han, guilt washing over his kindly face, "Xia Ning’s father is having surgery, and those two kids both lack backbone. He phoned me earlier to say the surgery was over, and he wouldn’t be late."

As he spoke, he turned to old Zhou, who stood behind him, "Old Zhou, call He Xing again and ask, if he can’t make it, then let’s forget it. We’re hungry and won’t wait."

Old Zhou agreed and was about to go out to make the call when the figure of He Xing appeared at the door.

"Sorry, there was a bit of a traffic jam," He Xing apologized as soon as he entered, but his expressionless face and terse manner somehow made it seem less like an apology and more like someone owed him money.

When Fu Han looked up, her eyes met He Xing’s, and in the air between them, it seemed as if something exploded. In that brief spark, something changed, yet it also felt as if nothing had changed at all.

He Xing’s gaze shifted, and with no space left beside Fu Han, he could only sit at the only available seat, next to old Mr. He.

With He Xing’s arrival, the atmosphere in the private room suddenly became awkward, but it was Fu Xingbo who broke the ice first. He said to He Xing, "The dishes have been ordered; go tell the waiter they can serve the food."

Once He Xing had left, Fu Xingbo said to Fu Han, "All right, He Xing rushed over. You should be a bit nicer to him later. We’re heading to M Country tomorrow."

Fu Han’s expression stiffened momentarily but was quickly reined in. She nodded and whispered, "I understand."

Truthfully, she knew that she was leaving tomorrow, uncertain when she would be back. Deep down, she was reluctant to part with He Xing, but to act as if nothing had happened, she simply couldn’t manage that.

Dinner finally began, and although the large round table was piled with a variety of aromatic dishes, Fu Han had no appetite at all, even though she had hardly eaten anything that day.

He Xing’s gaze kept falling on Fu Han, intentionally or unintentionally, but to his dismay, Fu Han seemed determined not to look at him even once.

This led to several moments where He Xing opened his mouth to speak, yet he uttered not a word.

The liveliest people during this dinner had to be Fu Xingbo and old Mr. He, and yet it was discernible that they were straining to keep the conversation going to avoid an awkward silence.

Old Mr. He’s most frequent statement was that Fu Han was his darling treasure, and now that he had entrusted her to Fu Xingbo’s care, he made it clear that Fu Xingbo must protect her and ensure she came to no harm.

Not only Fu Xingbo, but Bai Qian also repeatedly promised to take good care of Fu Han and not let her suffer any wrongs.

When dessert time came, Fu Han got up to go to the bathroom; she couldn’t eat, and Bai Wei had forced her to finish two bowls of soup, leaving her stomach swollen.

He Xing looked around the room and cleared his throat awkwardly, "I, um... I need to use the bathroom too."

Bai Qian smiled understandingly, "We get it, why don’t you hurry up; she’ll be back soon."

A flush spread across He Xing’s face, resembling the faint pink on the edges of peach blossoms, slowly creeping up his cheeks. He stomped his foot and finally, without a word, turned and strode out.

Bai Wei curled her lip and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Who is he trying to look lovestruck for in here? If he truly loves Fu Han, why not hold her close instead of acting like a central air conditioner?"

"Xiaowei, Grandpa He is here, so ease up," Bai Qian reprimanded, not at all politely, her beautiful face showing undisguised displeasure.

Unfortunately for her, Bai Wei didn’t care in the slightest. She stuck out her tongue, "I’m just telling the truth, why stop me?"

Old Mr. He chuckled, his eyes filled with kindness as he looked at Bai Wei, "Xiaowei, let’s hear it, what exactly happened? Why aren’t you trying to bring He Xing and Fu Han together like before?"

"It’s nothing, just some trivial squabbles between the kids," Bai Qian said while holding Bai Wei’s arm, smiling at old Mr. He, "You shouldn’t worry about them; kids get over these spats in a day or two."

Unfortunately, old Mr. He seemed very curious, gesturing for Bai Wei to speak her mind, and Bai Wei, who had grievances against He Xing, didn’t hold back and spilled all the recent events like a bamboo tube pouring out beans.

After Bai Wei finished, old Mr. He had veins throbbing on his forehead. He tapped the table with his bark-like hand, his hoarse voice finally breaking the silence, "You’re saying Xiaohan hit Xia Ning, and He Xing scolded Xiaohan? And He Xing didn’t go pick up Xiaohan from the hospital today?"

Bai Qian hurriedly intercepted, smiling, "He Xing did come today but left afterward, and it seems like it was because of the Xia Family’s affairs."