Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 448: It’s Right to Dream About You

Chapter 448: Chapter 448: It’s Right to Dream About You

Fu Han’s crisp voice carried a soft and glutinous tone as it rang out, "Grandpa, don’t lie to me. You are the most important person to He Xing; how could he possibly blame you? He dreams of you living a long life."

Her words exposed Grandpa He’s "lie" and elevated the relationship between He Xing and Grandpa He, undoubtedly strengthening the bond between them more than ever before.

A broader smile spread across Grandpa He’s face, "What He Xing dreams of is you, not me. He wouldn’t dream of me at all."

A video call brought the ward back to life, bustling with noise and warmth once more.

Standing behind his grandfather, He Xing wasn’t in the frame, but he could clearly see Fu Han. He watched her almost greedily, eager to imprint every smile and frown of hers into his memory.

He wondered to himself, when was the last time he saw Fu Han laugh? It seemed to be during their wedding, which had been a "deceptive" marriage on He Xing’s part. Yet, he knew Fu Han loved him. It was only because she always tried to flee that he resorted to such a trick, hoping to keep her by his side forever.

And how long had it been since he’d seen his grandfather laugh so heartily? As He Xing searched his memory, he suddenly realized he couldn’t remember.

Grandpa He had raised him, and he had grown up, but he had failed to provide a happy twilight year for his grandfather. That was He Xing’s fault.

The smile in his eyes slowly faded, like broken ice melting in the spring breeze. He clenched his fists tightly and made a firm resolve that this time, no matter what, he had to find out who dared to harm his grandfather.

Seeing Fu Han yawn several times in a row, Grandpa He said to her with concern, "Xiaohan, it’s getting late. You should go to bed. Staying up late isn’t good for your looks."

Fu Han obediently nodded, "Grandpa, I’ll video call you again in a few days."

Grandpa He was about to hang up the call but then he suddenly spoke up again, "Xiaohan, when will you come back? This is your home."

He Xing could see everything clearly. Tears welled up in Fu Han’s eyes, but with a determined blink, she forced them back.

Fu Han’s voice, tinged with a sob, came through, "Grandpa, it might be a few months before I have time to come back. We’ve opened a chain store here and it will be busy after we start business on New Year’s Day. I’ll come to see you when things settle down here."

Even after the call ended, Grandpa He was still lamenting that Fu Han wouldn’t be able to come back and spend New Year’s with him this year. Since Fu Han came to the He Family, except for the three years she was gone, she had always been there with Grandpa He every year.

Listenting from the side, He Xing also felt a torrent of emotions, especially saddended. Deep down, he had hoped Grandpa He would ask Fu Han to come back, but he hadn’t expected that she was already establishing her career elsewhere.

In the past, He Xing had suggested that Fu Han stop working once they got married, which made her very angry. She had said emphatically that she would never be a housewife.

Even though He Xing now felt the weather was too cold for her to rush into opening the store, he held back and said nothing.

When they were together, it had taken a lot of effort for He Xing to appease Fu Han after he suggested she should stop working; now that they were separated by vast distances, half the globe apart, if he angered her, he might not even get the chance to explain.

Lost in thought, Grandpa He tossed the phone to He Xing, "Fu Han isn’t the little girl who revolves everything around you anymore. She has her own opinions and ideas. Whatever it is, don’t pressure her."

He Xing hurriedly agreed and assisted Grandpa He to the restroom to change out of his patient’s uniform.

What they didn’t see as they turned away was a figure who flitted past the doorway—a figure whose ears had been pressed against the door for quite a while before that.

Just minutes prior, a fierce argument had erupted in Xia Ning’s ward. Xia Cheng rubbed his forehead in pain as he watched the frenzied Xia Ning, "Can you calm down? I simply told you what they were talking about. It’s your decision on what to do."

Xia Ning’s beautiful face twisted with ferocity as she stomped her foot, "No, that little slut Fu Han and that annoying old man, I never want to see them again!"

A cold wind suddenly blew through Xia Cheng’s back, sending shivers down his spine. He coughed awkwardly, "Are you crazy? I won’t help you with this. If you want someone, go to Dad."

...

A certain private hospital in City A.

This was Qin Nuan’s third day of hospitalization, which had been a nightmare for her. She wished never to recall anything that had happened during these past three days.

The cramped Inpatient Department was bad enough, but at night, rats scurried everywhere, their high-pitched squeaks so unpleasant that Qin Nuan was both terrified and disgusted.

Moreover, in a room so small that it couldn’t get any smaller, there were five beds. One had to walk sideways just to get through—if not, it would be difficult to leave.

It was said that due to the shortage of beds, some wards even had men and women mixed together; although every patient in Qin Nuan’s ward was a woman, except for herself, all were thirty-something middle-aged women.

They suffered from gynecological diseases for various unmentionable reasons. Whenever Qin Nuan heard about their conditions, she felt embarrassed on their behalf, yet they themselves seemed nonchalant, even proud when discussing them. It completely challenged Qin Nuan’s perceptions.

To these middle-aged women, Qin Nuan seemed disgraceful. Jealous of her youth and beauty, they accused her of being a prostitute, hence why she came there for an operation.

Qin Nuan had no one to confide in. In the quiet of the night, she reminisced about her past. Back then she was a university counselor, loved for her beauty, with many suitors. But now...

If not for the Xia Family, she would still be a respectable university counselor, not exploiting her looks and body to flirt with one man after another, ending up spoiled and unable to even save her own child.

Tears filled Qin Nuan’s eyes again at the thought. Blurrily, through her teary vision, she saw a familiar figure appear at the door. Without thinking, she clumsily wiped her face with the dirty sleeve of her patient’s gown and mustered a weak smile, "Lixing, you’ve come?"

At the door was Yi Lixing, who hesitantly stood there, his face filled with distaste, not wanting to enter. But seeing that Qin Nuan had noticed him, he immediately brightened with a smile and walked in carrying a basket of flowers.

Qin Nuan had adjusted her mood. With eyes brimming with tears, she uncovered the blanket and, after ensuring there was nothing dirty on the bed, invited Yi Lixing to sit, "Sit down here."