Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 403 Chatting with Her Using Her Phone

Chapter 403: Chapter 403 Chatting with Her Using Her Phone

A City, a hospital not far from the international airport, Inpatient Department.

Bai Wei played with her fingernails by the hospital bed, utterly bored. Finally, she couldn’t help but complain, "He Xing, cousin, are you finished looking through my phone yet?"

Upon hearing this, He Xing didn’t even lift his eyelids, his eyes still glued to the screen of Bai Wei’s phone, "Relax, I have no interest in your chat history with Luo Qinghe. I wouldn’t want to see it even if I could."

His words left Bai Wei speechless, her face puffing up in anger as she glared at He Xing. She wanted to retort, but for the life of her, she couldn’t find the words to do so.

She really couldn’t understand what was going through He Xing’s mind. He had his own phone and could chat with Fu Han on it, but for some reason, he insisted on using Bai Wei’s phone to talk to her.

It wasn’t just once or twice. Every time He Xing finished chatting with Fu Han, he would delete the entire chat history and not let Bai Wei see it. The killer was that Bai Wei couldn’t reveal this to Fu Han. So sometimes, when Bai Wei was alone in the hotel and Fu Han sent a message over, she felt clueless and didn’t even know how to reply.

Like today, He Xing had been chatting with Fu Han for quite a while, about an hour, perhaps. During that hour, Bai Wei sat beside him like an idiot. She had no phone to play with, and He Xing would never keep his own phone for her amusement.

Bai Wei couldn’t understand. Was it just because that morning, when Fu Han left, she didn’t notice He Xing’s injury and had made a couple of unpleasant remarks? Was that reason enough for everyone to think she was wicked, as if she were the one who caused He Xing’s injury?

It would have been fine if it were others, but her parents—more frequently than three meals a day—reminded Bai Wei to take good care of He Xing, saying that if anything happened to him, she would be the one held accountable.

Unfortunately, He Xing overheard Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo saying these things. It was as if He Xing had obtained the Imperial Sword. Whenever Bai Wei showed the slightest dissatisfaction with his requests, he would threaten to tattle to Bai Qian.

Bai Wei discovered for the first time that He Xing’s usual severe and unsmiling demeanor was all an act; when he played the victim, no one really knew how to deal with him.

As she watched He Xing’s fingers fly across the screen of her phone, she mocked him internally, thinking that if Fu Han knew what kind of person He Xing was, she’d likely kick him to the curb.

During a pause while waiting for a message from Fu Han, He Xing finally looked up, his face expressionless as he glanced at Bai Wei, "There’s less than an hour left before Fu Han’s surgery begins. No idea when it will end. Don’t leave until it’s finished."

"What?" Bai Wei’s eyes widened. She looked at He Xing and then out the window, struggling to hold back but eventually couldn’t help herself, "Could you please check the weather outside before you say that? It’s already dark. Am I not supposed to go back and sleep?"

"Go back to sleep?" He Xing frowned and said, unceremoniously, "Didn’t your aunt and uncle ask you to take good care of me? Is this how you take care of me? It looks like I need to make a phone call to them."

After saying that, he reached under his pillow, took out his phone, and started fiddling with it.

Bai Wei was infuriated by his obviously pretentious demeanor; she was so angry she could bite, but she was helpless and had to continue to admit defeat, "Fine, fine, I got it. You sleep in the bed tonight, and I’ll sleep on the sofa; we’ll pull a curtain in between, and everyone minds their own business."

"That’s more like it," He Xing said with a smile, his expression softening considerably, "You see, how foresighted I am? I had Liang Tao install a curtain early on."

Bai Wei couldn’t contain her rage any longer. Just as she was about to speak, a knock on the door interrupted her; she turned to look and let out a cold, mocking laugh, "Ha, always so eager to show up—three meals a day plus supper. Give it a few more days, and He Xing will be fattened up like a pig by you."

Standing at the door was none other than Xia Ning, carrying a thermal container. Inside was pork rib soup that the Xia Family’s cook had stewed for hours, enriched with delicacies like abalone and bird’s nest.

Xia Ning and Bai Wei looked at each other with such animosity, it was as if they embodied the old saying, "Foes meet, with special bitterness in their gaze."

For a moment, the room seemed filled with gunpowder, as if sparks were crackling and burning in the air.

As Xia Ning entered, she said with annoyance, "Bai Wei, why are you still here so late?"

Bai Wei burst into laughter at her irritation, heading towards the sofa as she said with a smile, "Oh, it’s not like I’m shamelessly sticking around here. It’s your darling He Xing who insists I stay. What can I do? Look, he even demands I stay here with him tonight. Tell me, what choice do I have?"

"You..." Xia Ning was so angry she couldn’t get a whole sentence out. She stood in front of the bed looking at He Xing, tears of injustice welling up in her eyes, "He Xing, big brother, is what she’s saying true?"

"It’s true." He Xing didn’t want to say a word more. He hadn’t spared Xia Ning a glance from the moment she entered.

"Why?" Xia Ning slammed the thermal container onto the bedside table and plopped down where Bai Wei had been sitting, "He Xing, big brother, does Bai Wei look like someone capable of taking care of anyone? Please send her away. I’ll stay and take care of you."

"Oh, saying I can’t take care of people, have you looked at yourself? Do you think you appear capable of it?" Bai Wei propped herself up slightly, resting her chin on the back of the sofa, smiling at Xia Ning, "If you were to take care of He Xing, who doesn’t know you have ulterior motives, clear as day? But if he agrees to have you care for him, I won’t object."

"He Xing, big brother?" Xia Ning’s eyes, wide and pleading, turned to He Xing as if seeking a lifeline.

He Xing finally looked up at Xia Ning, but only for a brief moment, then said with extraordinary indifference, "No need, Xia Ning. It’s getting late. You better go home now."

Loud, exaggerated laughter filled the ward, coming from Bai Wei, who was covering her mouth as tears nearly rolled down her cheeks from the mirth, "You... you better leave now. He... he’s sending you off. Are you still going to have the nerve to stay?"

The upshot was that Xia Ning’s stay in the ward lasted less than five minutes from her arrival to her dejected departure.

For the first time, Bai Wei saw He Xing in a positive light and gave her assessment with a sneer, "He Xing... cousin, if you were always this cold to Xia Ning, I’d be very pleased indeed."

"Be quiet. Your noise is keeping me from hearing what Fu Han is saying," He Xing dismissed Bai Wei completely, pressing his phone close to his ear, focused and serious.