Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 440: So It Was All A Dream

Chapter 440: Chapter 440: So It Was All A Dream

Who was interrupting him at such a critical moment?

He Xing’s expression turned cold, and he groped around for his phone but couldn’t find it. The piercing sound relentlessly chased him, nearly making his ears explode. He frantically searched everywhere for his phone.

Today, he was wearing a black woolen coat that reached his ankles, a very simple classic style that looked even better on He Xing. The contrast of black clothes and white snow couldn’t be more classic. The black wool had only two side pockets, but no phone within.

"He Xing, what’s wrong?" Fu Han’s voice came over, low and ethereal, as if across thousands of miles.

A sense of unease arose in He Xing’s heart, and he hurriedly looked up at Fu Han.

The bonfire in the distance still crackled, with flames leaping on top, crimson as blood. Yet up close, Fu Han’s face began to blur, as if a translucent veil hung between them.

He Xing grew anxious and tried to grasp Fu Han’s hand, with his strongest feeling being to hurriedly place the ring on Fu Han’s finger.

But when his hand touched Fu Han’s fingers, they shivered from the ice-cold, nothing like the fingers of a living person, more like a block of ice.

He was startled and threw caution to the wind, lunging at Fu Han, wanting to embrace him as he had when he kissed Fu Han’s forehead before.

But this time, he caught nothing. Fu Han had turned from a blurry outline into nothingness, and even the large bonfire began to blur, while the laughter and chatter gradually faded away.

The only sound was the phone ringing, the curse-like phone ringing that looped endlessly in He Xing’s ears, over and over.

A strong, indescribable anger coursed through his heart, wanting to find and smash the phone immediately. He turned abruptly to look elsewhere, but misstepped and fell with a thud.

He Xing had never been so unlucky as he was now, floundering like a person falling into an abyss, desperately searching for something to change this embarrassing situation.

Suddenly, He Xing felt a small object in the darkness. He pressed it, and with a click, light flooded the room.

He Xing widened his eyes at the surroundings. This was not a ski field but his room, located in the resting room inside his office.

The sharp ring of the phone continued. Due to the persistent vibration, his phone had moved to the edge of the nightstand and was about to fall. He Xing reached out and grabbed the phone, and the words "Xia Guoxiong" on the screen were strikingly obvious.

He Xing’s brows furrowed deeply, and rage flooded his eyes, but even so, he answered the call with a calm voice, "Uncle Xia, what do you need?"

"You didn’t come to see Xia Ning this afternoon, and she hasn’t slept until now. Although she said nothing, I know it must be because of you. Why don’t you come and see her?" Xia Guoxiong’s voice came from the phone, that of a middle-aged man attempting to sound steady and convincing, but this made the voice seem all the more contrived.

Every time He Xing heard this voice, he instinctively felt repelled, but since childhood, he had been best at hiding his emotions.

Not to exaggerate, but if He Xing didn’t wish it, no one in the world could guess his thoughts.

He turned to look out the window. Although it was pitch-black outside, the howling cold wind could flip one’s cap, the coldest time of the year. It wasn’t exaggerated to say that one needed courage just to step out during the day, let alone at night when even walking could become difficult.

At the hospital that morning, when He Xing visited his grandfather, the old gentleman, knowing He Xing was busy with the company, had specifically instructed him not to come back to the hospital today, saying he had Nurse Zhou to take care of him.

He Xing had planned to join his grandfather for dinner if time permitted, but he had been swamped with work, barely shoveling a few bites of his own dinner in less than five minutes, let alone going to dine with his grandfather. And he still had a pile of work unfinished.

So the thought of visiting his grandfather was completely shelved, thankfully the old man understood and even called to tell He Xing not to come and to rest early instead.

To judge if someone truly cares for you, see if they consider your situation when trouble arises.

Clearly, his grandfather considered He Xing, while Xia Guoxiong apparently hadn’t, or perhaps like Xia Ning, always thought only of themselves.

If it were any other day, a trip to the hospital wouldn’t matter much to He Xing, but today, he dwelt on Xia Guoxiong’s phone call, hidden anger festering inside him.

Just then, Xia Guoxiong’s voice rang out again, "He Xing, are you even listening to me?"

He Xing cleared his throat and recovered his usual indifferent detachment, "I’m listening. I have a lot of work to finish right now. I can’t make it tonight. Please tell Xia Ning to rest early. I’ll bring her breakfast tomorrow morning."

"But..." Xia Guoxiong sounded noticeably more urgent and agitated, "Xia Ning says she really wants to see you, and her wounds have started to hurt again."

"Uncle Xia..." He Xing raised his voice involuntarily, his tone as chilling as the wind outside, "I am not a doctor. You should find a doctor if Xia Ning is unwell. I am busy now, you should rest early, and I won’t keep you."

After saying that, He Xing hung up the call. He wanted to turn off his phone, but worried that in case of a real emergency, no one would be able to reach him, so he stuffed the phone under the pillow in frustration.

He Xing had been sleepy, but Xia Guoxiong’s call disturbed him, and his sleepiness was gone.

He wrapped himself in the blanket and looked outside the window, where the wind howled and battered against it as if it could break through at any moment.

In his mind, the dream he had resurfaced, where he and Fu Han received everyone’s blessings, so perfect; but the more perfect the dream, the more it highlighted the cruelty of reality.

He Xing knew it was because he had listened to the voice message from Bai Wei, heard her say how happy Fu Han was while skiing, and that Fu Han had attended a bonfire party and was overjoyed watching others propose. That’s why he dreamt of skiing with Fu Han, of proposing to Fu Han at a bonfire party.