Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 385 The Smell of Disinfectant Water

Chapter 385: Chapter 385 The Smell of Disinfectant Water

"But that’s no excuse to treat Xiaohan like that," Mr. He’s volume suddenly rose; his somewhat cloudy eyes stared at Bai Wei, "No wonder you have such a big issue with your brother, I also have my own serious complaints about him."

"Grandpa He, I knew you would always see things clearly," Bai Wei, as if armed with an Imperial Sword, gave Bai Qian a fierce glare, who only responded with a helpless smile.

...

Fu Han exited the women’s restroom and nearly collided with someone. She braked abruptly but before she could steady herself, she was enveloped in a warm embrace.

This was an embrace she could never forget even in her dreams, yet now there was a scent she wasn’t familiar with, a faint smell of disinfectant, along with the chill of the night air.

"Let me go!" Fu Han struggled desperately. The thought of where He Xing’s scent of disinfectant came from infuriated her.

"No!" He Xing’s arms were like ropes, tightly imprisoning Fu Han; his cheek rested against the top of her head, "If I let go, are you going to run away the moment I do?"

Before Fu Han could speak, the voice of an unfamiliar girl rang out, "Excuse me, please let me through."

Only then did she realize that they had been blocking the door of the women’s restroom, preventing others from entering or leaving.

Fu Han’s face flushed with embarrassment. She coughed awkwardly a couple of times and looked up at He Xing, "Aren’t you going to let go now?"

Contrary to her blushing face, He Xing, as a man, didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed. Instead, he chuckled, took hold of Fu Han’s hand, and led her away.

As Fu Han watched He Xing’s figure half a step ahead of her, her feelings were indescribably complex. She could have pulled her hand away from He Xing’s grasp while she had the chance. She knew she could do it. But she couldn’t bring herself to, at least not at that moment.

While letting He Xing pull her along, she muttered to herself, "It’s all because He Xing’s laugh just now was so charming; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been dazzled!"

After walking for some time, He Xing finally stopped. They reached a sofa area provided for guests by the hotel. He Xing clasped Fu Han’s shoulders and "pressed" her to sit down on the sofa, then crouched in front of her.

He Xing looked up at Fu Han, his eyes twinkling like stars in the night sky, "Xiaohan, are you angry with me?"

"Hmph!" Fu Han snorted coldly, turned her head away, and refused to look at He Xing. Yet the expression on her face underwent a drastic change, as if a frozen river had cracked open after an entire winter.

On the surface, it was just a crack, but beneath the surface, unseen, the ice had already formed countless fine cracks. One solid strike and it could all melt away.

Unfortunately, from He Xing’s point of view, all he could see was Fu Han’s exquisite chin and her half-exposed cheek devoid of any emotion.

"Xiaohan, I... I have never neglected you. If you and Xia Ning were both in trouble, I would definitely look after you first. It’s true. At the engagement, I picked you up first," He Xing said, frantic. He tried to grab Fu Han’s hand, but she was prepared and swiftly flicked his hand away.

Actually, there were many details of that day that weren’t clear to Fu Han, as she had been recalling her memories at that exact time. She had passed out for three days; her past and the subsequent events all merged together in that time.

Fu Han looked aside; there was a vase on the coffee table in front of them, filled with water and a bunch of pink roses that looked quite lovely.

But that was all they were - pretty to look at. No matter how lifelike the roses, the fakes would never turn real and lacked the vitality of true flowers.

It’s like the hotel was trying to deceive itself; adding water to the vase to make the fake flowers appear real, yet never changing the water. The murky water in the vase could never nourish beautiful blooms.

Fu Han suddenly turned to He Xing and said in a low voice, "Maybe you’re not aware, but I have regained my memory."

As she spoke, Fu Han stared unblinkingly at He Xing, not wanting to miss any expression on his face. He Xing froze for a few seconds, then uncontrollably grabbed Fu Han’s hand and exclaimed excitedly, "Xiaohan, you remembered everything? That’s wonderful, truly fantastic."

Fu Han had expected He Xing to have mixed feelings; after all, her recollection of their past meant that she knew how fiercely He Xing had once protected Xia Ning. But to her surprise, He Xing was purely elated at the news.

That left Fu Han feeling all the more confused. She tried to pull her hand back, but He Xing held it even more tightly.

In that moment, Fu Han could clearly sense He Xing’s feelings for her, but then a breeze brought the faint scent of disinfectant from his body.

Anger flared up in Fu Han, and with strength she didn’t know she had, she shook off He Xing’s hand and said furiously, "But have you ever considered, He Xing, that if I remember everything, it means I also remember how you treated me in the past?"

He Xing looked down at his empty hands, then at Fu Han’s flailing arms and her pursed lips.

In that moment, He Xing was like a slow-motion scene from a silent film, every detail stretched out long by light and shadow.

When he looked up at Fu Han again, his face was once again adorned with a smile, "Xiaohan, I know I did a lot of things in the past that upset you, but that was because I always thought you would never leave me. I felt you were the most important person in my life. I felt we didn’t need to be so clear-cut with each other, which is why I always wanted to settle my debts with the Xia Family as quickly as possible."

The fake roses swayed stiffly under the light breeze, lacking any graceful movement.

Yet Fu Han’s heart swayed along with them. She let out a soft sigh, but said nothing, stubbornly turning her head away, refusing to look at He Xing.

He Xing’s composure finally shattered. He wanted to lift his hand and grasp Fu Han’s shoulder but ultimately retracted his hand, speaking in a voice laced with sorrow, "Xiaohan, shouldn’t everyone have the chance to be forgiven when they make a mistake? You’ve already punished me by leaving for three years; please don’t be angry with me over the past anymore. If I did something wrong, tell me, and I will change."

This was a side of He Xing that Fu Han had never seen. She clearly heard the sound of her heart breaking.

She stared at He Xing, shocked. Was this man with clear features before her the same He Xing who rarely smiled in her memories? She suddenly felt as though she didn’t know He Xing at all.