Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 394: Heart-Wrenching Pain

Chapter 394: Chapter 394: Heart-Wrenching Pain

A few seconds later, a voice came through from the other end of the phone, a voice that was neither familiar nor unfamiliar to Xia Ning, it was Liang Tao’s voice.

Xia Ning’s meticulously sculpted eyebrows furrowed as she struggled to suppress her impatience and asked, "Where’s He Xing, brother? Where is he, please let him take the call."

Liang Tao’s characteristically husky voice came through, "Miss Xia, I’m afraid He Xing can’t take your call right now, he’s in the Emergency Room."

Xia Ning didn’t hear a word Liang Tao said after that, all she could think about was that He Xing was in the Emergency Room.

Previously, Xia Ning had only heard the phrase "the sky is falling," but she never knew what it felt like. Now, she understood—it was as if nothing was weighing you down, yet your legs felt weak, making even standing up difficult.

Xia Ning hastily called Xia Cheng, asking him to stay with their father, while she herself rushed to the hospital where He Xing was.

...

On the airplane.

Fu Han was deep in sleep when she suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain that she couldn’t ignore, an unbearable pain that made breathing difficult.

She pressed hard against her chest, but still felt as though a knife was twisting inside, a feeling of a blunt knife cutting through flesh.

The immense pain made Fu Han curl up involuntarily, despite her desperate attempts to control herself, she still let out a low cry of pain, like that of a trapped beast.

"Fu Han, what’s wrong with you?" Ji Liangchuan noticed something was off with Fu Han, he pulled away the blanket over her head and saw Fu Han’s asymmetric yet stunning face contorted in pain, with sweat the size of soybeans on her forehead, and her face paler than paper.

Hearing the commotion, Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian from the back seat got up to check, Fu Xingbo’s face changed immediately, and without a word, he pressed the call button.

While waiting for the flight attendant to arrive, Fu Han’s piercing pain grew even stronger. She struggled to breathe, and her face turned from pale to a purplish hue, as if an invisible hand covered her mouth, rendering her breathless.

Bai Qian and Ji Liangchuan stayed by Fu Han’s side, constantly talking to her, but Fu Han seemed not to hear their words and didn’t even open her eyes.

Crew members arrived with a medical kit, and with the help of several people, they listened to Fu Han’s heartbeat, checked her eyelids, and eventually forced her to inhale a few breaths of oxygen.

Minutes later, Fu Han’s complexion finally improved, and her eyes eventually opened.

The moment she opened her eyes, she looked around vaguely before fixating on Fu Xingbo as if grasping a lifeline, "Uncle, I...I just had a terrible dream. I dreamed that He Xing was covered in blood, lying in front of me. Can you check on him and see how he’s doing, please?"

Fu Xingbo’s eyes were filled with tenderness, he rubbed Fu Han’s hair, comforting her like a child, "Xiaohan, be good, I will inquire about him as soon as we get off the plane, okay?"

"No, I must know now." Fu Han, abandoning her usual good-girl image, began to insist. She stubbornly looked at Fu Xingbo, "Uncle, I saw the reason He Xing didn’t come to see me off in my dream. He had a car accident, he got hurt and couldn’t come. Really, please check for me, I have to know what happened to him."

No matter how capable you are, you can’t access outside information on a plane—it is a giant information cocoon, enclosing you in a chrysalis for a time.

Fu Xingbo loved his only niece as much as his own daughter, and perhaps due to guilt, he was even more indulgent with her. Yet at this moment, he truly felt powerless; however, it was impossible for him to deny Fu Han’s plea, especially since she had never begged like this before.

Feeling Fu Xingbo’s helpless gaze, Bai Qian patted Fu Han’s arm and said with a determined look, "Fu Han, you must have had a nightmare. You probably dreamed of He Xing’s childhood car accident scene—the one where Xia Ning’s mother saved him."

Fu Han, like a drowning person clutching at the last straw, widened her eyes at Bai Qian, "Aunt, are you serious?"

For a moment, everyone’s gaze shifted to Bai Qian, each with a different expression—some worried, some deep in thought, and some with deep pity in their eyes.

There was a split second where Bai Qian averted her gaze, but the next second when she returned her gaze, all the emotions were hidden, leaving only firmness, "Yes, Xiaohan, He Xing was in such a car accident once. I don’t think his luck would be so bad as to have another serious accident like that."

Fu Han nodded vigorously, "Right, right, you are right, aunt. I also think that He Xing wouldn’t be so unlucky. Right, uncle?"

In that moment, Fu Xingbo, who had left school decades ago, suddenly felt as if he was being called upon by a teacher during class. He nodded hurriedly, "Yes, I’ve met so many people, and I think that the young man He Xing looks quite good, he seems to have good fortune."

After long silence, Ji Liangchuan couldn’t help but speak up, "Fu Han, I sent a message to He Xing before boarding the plane. He’s fine, really, you can rest assured."

Fu Han’s grip on Fu Xingbo’s sleeve loosened abruptly. She let out a sigh of relief, but the next second her bright eyes were filled with sorrow, "It seems he really did it on purpose, not coming to see me off."

What she didn’t say was that she had thought, even if she had an unpleasant conversation with He Xing last night, he should still have come to send her off today as she was going abroad.

Now, it seemed either He Xing was particularly upset about last night’s argument, or she had overestimated her importance in his heart.

Ji Liangchuan, who was sitting beside her, took in her expression. He hesitated for a moment, ultimately choosing not to speak, his deep eyes filled with an indescribable complexity of emotions.

When the commotion ended, it was already night outside the window.

At an altitude of 25,000 feet, Fu Han wanted to see the stars, but could see nothing. Instead, the dark clouds seemed especially close, as if ready to rush over and obliterate everything.

By now, Fu Han’s chest no longer hurt, but the previous sensation of painful breathlessness had vanished, and even the doctor on the plane couldn’t explain why her chest ached, suggesting it might have been due to airsickness—even though Fu Han had never experienced this on flights before.

Fu Han recalled her dream; she remembered clearly that He Xing looked like an adult, but after Bai Qian’s words, she started to think that perhaps she had remembered it wrong.