Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 444: Breaking Up Face to Face

Chapter 444: Chapter 444: Breaking Up Face to Face

Suddenly, He Xing’s voice came through: "Xiaohan, Xiaohan, are you listening to me?"

Although his voice was coming from the phone, and Fu Han’s ears were adorned with Bluetooth earphones, she felt as if He Xing’s voice was traveling from a thousand miles away, carrying with it the chill of the wind and the clarity of the snow.

Fu Han quickly regained her focus: "Sorry, the snowstorm is too heavy, please say that again."

The face of He Xing on the phone screen smiled, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed lighter: "I said you’ve lost a lot of weight, you need to take good care of yourself, okay?"

Fu Han suddenly felt a sourness in her nose; she thought it must be the wind making her nose sour, it definitely was, the wind was so strong that it almost brought tears to her eyes.

She didn’t want to cry in front of He Xing, so she hurriedly turned the camera toward the Red Spider Lily under the glass dome, subtly changing the subject without a change of expression: "He Xing, you used to say this is Lycoris, look how Auntie has specially grown this flower, she said that she treats it as the Red Spider Lily."

The face of He Xing in front of the screen enlarged as his head tilted slightly, as if something had come to mind, he smiled: "You still remember something that happened so long ago?"

"I’ll remember for a lifetime." Brought up again was the shameful past of more than ten years ago, Fu Han was filled with fighting spirit as if injected with chicken blood: "I was so excited to share this with you at that time, but you doused me with cold water, it made me so angry."

"Alright, alright, I was wrong, is that okay?" He Xing’s face was full of indulgence, his voice as gentle as a warm breeze under the spring sun: "I’ll get someone to plant this flower in our yard right away, and we’ll try to see it by next spring, okay?"

A sweet feeling spread in Fu Han’s heart, but as it passed her throat, it turned into a bitter taste. Despite everything, he still naturally used the words "our yard"—did this mean He Xing had never agreed to break up?

Waiting for a while without a response from Fu Han, He Xing spoke again: "Xiaohan, you promised me before, that if anything happened, you would tell me in person. Let’s not talk about something as important as breaking up over the phone, okay?"

Fu Han suddenly didn’t know what to say; when she said she wanted to break up, she really wanted to break up, but now she genuinely felt that He Xing made sense, that such a significant matter should indeed be discussed face-to-face, not just sending a message and blocking the other person.

But... said words are like spilled water, which cannot be taken back; Fu Han didn’t want to slap her own face.

Fu Han laughed, but it was a forced, bitter smile. She decided to tell the truth: "He Xing, do you really not know why I broke up with you?"

"I don’t know..." He Xing said urgently: "The day you left, I was rushing to the airport, but there was an accident on the way, and I didn’t make it. Bai Wei knows about this; you can ask her."

Fu Han had wanted to ask what had happened, but she thought that if it were serious, He Xing wouldn’t be so lively in front of her now. So what she finally said was: "Bai Wei never mentioned this to me."

"I didn’t let her tell you," He Xing’s voice became noticeably more urgent, and when it reached Fu Han’s ears, she could also hear He Xing’s heavy breathing: "I got a bit hurt, it wasn’t serious, and since you weren’t talking to me at the time, I asked to borrow Bai Wei’s Whatsapp to chat with you. If I hadn’t been injured, why would Bai Wei lend her phone to me?"

Discussing this made Fu Han furious; she had always thought the person on the other end of the phone was Bai Wei, not realizing it was He Xing. No one would be happy to be deceived; moreover, at that time, Fu Han was angry with He Xing.

Yet, as times have changed, bringing up the matter now felt different. Perhaps because Fu Han knew He Xing had tried to make it to the airport, perhaps because she knew He Xing was injured, her anger had subsided a lot, leaving only a scabbed wound exposed.

Fu Han coughed softly: "Let’s forget about the past, but don’t let such things happen again in the future. I don’t like it, it feels like being made a fool of."

"Yes, yes, I definitely won’t do this again next time, I promise," He Xing answered hastily. Under the lights, his eyes were like magnets, capturing one’s gaze so fully that it was impossible to look away.

At that moment, Fu Han was extremely grateful her camera wasn’t facing her; otherwise, if He Xing saw how infatuated she was, he would undoubtedly be very smug.

The wind became a bit stronger, causing Fu Han to shiver slightly. Remembering what He Xing had said earlier, she quickly asked: "You said you were delayed by something and didn’t make it on the plane, what exactly happened?"

He Xing’s expression changed for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal: "Grandpa had an accident and is currently hospitalized, so although I miss you a lot, I can only postpone visiting you."

"Grandpa?" Fu Han immediately got anxious, her voice several notches higher: "Your grandpa had an accident, why didn’t you say so earlier, how is he now?"

"Xiaohan, don’t worry," He Xing regretted alarming Fu Han, he said hastily: "The doctor said Grandpa should be able to leave the hospital in a few days."

Half of the weight lifted from Fu Han’s heart, and after some thought, she said: "I’ve been too busy these days and haven’t had time to contact Grandpa, I will video call him tomorrow."

"I can help with that." He Xing, eager like a child wanting to excel in kindergarten, hurriedly said: "I will visit Grandpa first thing tomorrow, once everything is settled, I’ll video call you."

Caught up in He Xing’s pace, Fu Han completely forgot that Grandpa He was proficient with Whatsapp and she could video call him herself; she heartily agreed instead.

The two of them chatted for a bit more, but most of the time, He Xing was finding topics and Fu Han was selectively responding.

Time ticked away, and Fu Han suddenly felt awkward. She coughed and said: "I... I have some other things to attend to, I need to go."

He Xing’s face came close again, he said urgently: "Fu Han, you promised me, let’s discuss the breakup when we meet, okay?"

Just as Fu Han was about to speak, Nan Qing’s voice came from the courtyard gate: "Fu Han, it’s so cold, why are you standing in the yard, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Xiaohan, did you hear me?" He Xing’s urging came again, with a determination that seemed he wouldn’t rest until Fu Han agreed.

Fu Han’s mind flashed with the scene where she was caught writing He Xing’s name on the car window; she truly did not want to become everyone’s laughing stock again, so she hurriedly said "Okay, I know," and then hung up the phone.