Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 393: The Distance of Vicissitudes of Life

Chapter 393: Chapter 393: The Distance of Vicissitudes of Life

Ever since the movie, Luo Qinghe gained countless new fans, but afterwards he still defined himself as a Photographer, and his studio continued to focus on his original profession.

Although he seemed like a carefree young master, he was extremely serious when it came to work, which is why his career was doing well. Even without Luo Qiluo’s monthly support, he could live comfortably.

It could be said that Bai Wei’s fondness for Luo Qinghe started with his good looks, stayed for his character, and deepened due to his talent.

Bai Wei pinched Luo Qinghe’s cheek gently and whispered, "But I bought you soup dumplings, and they’ll be cold soon. Are you really not going to eat them?"

Luo Qinghe shut his eyes in agony, and when he opened them again, he propped himself up on the bed with his elbow, sat up, and pulled Bai Wei into his embrace, murmuring, "Give me one more minute, then I’ll get up."

The early morning light streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a golden edge over Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei, warming one’s heart directly.

Bai Wei never thought she had anything to do with maternal love, but whenever Luo Qinghe leaned quietly on her shoulder, she felt her heart become indescribably soft.

She patted Luo Qinghe’s back like she would soothe a child, her laughter especially sweet, "Alright, your minute is up. Time to get up and brush your teeth, wash your face, and eat."

Luo Qinghe kissed her cheek and indeed obediently got up.

There was also something about him that Bai Wei was very satisfied with: he would never kiss her without brushing his teeth first. Well, that was quite different from the mess that his house usually was, but it was precisely this contrast that made Bai Wei unable to resist him.

While Luo Qinghe went to brush his teeth, Bai Wei fully opened the curtains. She opened the window and a cool breeze blew in, messing up her hair.

But the morning breeze also cleared the unpleasant smell that Bai Wei didn’t like from the room.

She was about to tidy up the bed for Luo Qinghe when suddenly her phone rang. Normally, she wouldn’t rise until the sun was high in the sky, so it wasn’t typical for anyone to call her this early.

Bai Wei took out her phone to see that it was a call from Liang Tao. Even though she had a bone to pick with He Xing, she still picked up the call.

Two minutes later, she was striding out the door, her face pale as death.

Luo Qinghe, hearing the commotion, stuck half his head out from the restroom, toothpaste foam still on his lips, asking anxiously, "Xiaowei, where are you going? Weren’t we going to eat together?"

"He Xing had an accident. I need to go to the hospital right now," Bai Wei said, irritation flashing across her face. She couldn’t help but complain, "I don’t know what’s wrong with He Xing, he’s unreliable at crucial times, always involved in too many things."

Luo Qinghe’s expression changed, and after holding back, he couldn’t help saying, "Xiaowei, I think you’re being a bit too harsh on He Xing. No matter what, he is your cousin. If he’s going to the hospital, it must be serious."

By that time, Bai Wei had reached the door, bending down to change her shoes. At his words, she replied discontentedly, "You weren’t there to see how upset Fu Han was when she left today. Honestly, even an outsider like me felt like crying, let alone Fu Han. But what about He Xing? He only arrived after the plane had already taken off. If he wanted to send someone off, couldn’t he have left earlier?"

Luo Qinghe hesitated for a moment but ultimately spoke up again, "But I think there must be a reason He Xing didn’t make it. Before you have the full picture, I think it’s better not to make such hasty judgments."

Bai Wei’s face turned stormy, and she glared at Luo Qinghe fiercely, "Don’t think I don’t know what you men are thinking. You always try to make excuses for your mistakes, never considering the hurt your actions might cause others!"

As her words spilled out, the wind outside seemed to grow fiercer. The wind, strong at the tail end of autumn and beginning of winter, had not felt noticeable before, but now it seemed particularly intense, chilling to the bone.

Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe, one standing at the door, the other inside the room, were only a few meters apart. Yet there seemed to be an insurmountable gulf between them, as vast as the sea.

It’s not clear how much time passed, but Luo Qinghe was the first to look away, "Bai Wei, can I then say that women are best at overgeneralizing, damning everyone with a single accusation?"

If there was any emotion in Bai Wei’s eyes before he spoke, there was none left after. Her face bore no trace of weakness.

She nodded repeatedly, "Good, very good, I know what you mean."

After saying that, she didn’t linger any longer, opened the door, and left without looking back.

Luo Qinghe stared at the tightly shut door, his gaze shifting multiple times before he went back to the restroom. The sound of running water soon followed. A few minutes later, the room door opened, and Luo Qinghe, with his hair still dripping, didn’t bother to dry it. Instead, he hastily opened the door and left.

The soup dumplings on the coffee table, which Bai Wei had waited for half an hour to buy, were still steaming. But in the cold wind, the steam dwindled, and over time the soup dumplings became rigid, as cold as the glass coffee table.

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First Hospital in City A.

Since He Xing had left, Xia Ning couldn’t fall back asleep. She wrapped herself in a thin blanket, sitting on the bench, staring at the wall clock not far away, as the second hand ticked away the time.

As time ticked on, she silently counted down in her heart. He Xing said he’d be back in two hours, and she watched two hours pass by, her sense of unease growing ever more intense.

An hour prior, a Doctor had come out of the ICU with good news, Xia Guoxiong had gotten through the most critical period. He needed to stay in the ICU for another twenty-four hours; if his condition didn’t worsen, he could be moved to the general ward.

Xia Ning had wanted to tell He Xing the good news immediately but was afraid that calling would annoy him, so she refrained.

After all, she had just confirmed that Fu Han had boarded her flight, and the plane had already taken off; He Xing didn’t manage to get a last-minute ticket.

Thus, Fu Han had now left City A, while He Xing was still here.

She understood He Xing must be feeling terrible, but since the person was gone, she could be magnanimous. She was confident that with time, she could definitely pull He Xing back to her side.

Three hours had passed, and the defenses Xia Ning had built up in her heart completely crumbled. She could no longer bear it and pulled out her phone to dial He Xing’s number, "He Xing, where are you?"