Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 465: Joke Becomes Reality

Chapter 465: Chapter 465: Joke Becomes Reality

Fu Han froze, enveloped by a sweeping sense of sweetness as she confirmed that the plane ticket indeed belonged to He Xing, that the destination was indeed M Country, and that the departure was in two hours.

She hastily made a phone call and once it connected, she couldn’t wait to say, "He Xing, I was just joking, you don’t need to come over."

From the other end of the phone came the sounds of rustling clothes, likely He Xing getting dressed, which made his voice not very loud: "But I miss you too, so much that I can’t sleep at night. I must come over, but I can’t stay long. I’ll have to return after seeing you."

Before Fu Han could reply, He Xing dropped a line: "Fu Han, I can’t talk now, I need to pack. See you in M Country." Then, He Xing ended the call.

Staring at her phone screen that had gone dark, Fu Han was dumbfounded. By the time she snapped back to reality and redialed the number, nobody answered, and after that, the line was busy.

Fu Han couldn’t clearly describe her feelings at the moment. She felt light-headed, as if she were dreaming, but it was nowhere near her bedtime.

She nestled in her blankets, dazed, for two hours until she received a message from He Xing just before his flight took off: "I’ve boarded the plane, see you tomorrow."

Along with the message came a photo taken on the airplane.

The heart that had been roasting like it was on a pyre for two hours finally returned to normal rhythm, no longer pounding erratically, but her excitement was still uncontrollable. He was coming; he was finally coming.

That night, Fu Han truly understood what it meant for time to crawl by. She kept telling herself to sleep early, for time would fly by when she was asleep, but it was no use; she just couldn’t fall asleep.

She wondered what she would say when she saw He Xing, what outfit she should wear to meet him, or what reaction her aunt and uncle would have upon learning of He Xing’s arrival. Eventually, she even listlessly pondered whether Xia Ning would be fuming with rage.

Fu Han had never thought that waiting could be such a romantic affair, so romantic that even the breath of winter seemed to sweeten.

...

In the Inpatient Department of City A’s First Hospital.

As Fu Han had said, Xia Ning was close to exploding with rage upon learning that He Xing had gone to America.

She smashed everything she could in the ward, which became a chaotic mess, looking like a junkyard.

Pointing at Xia Cheng, she seethed with uncontrollable anger: "Didn’t you say you’d keep an eye on He Xing for me? How come you knew he was leaving?"

While Xia Ning rampaged, Xia Cheng sat on a single sofa the entire time. Hearing this, his face displayed helplessness as he said, "Didn’t I tell you that He Xing made a last-minute decision to go to M Country? He didn’t even get a business class ticket, settling for economy; my assistant tracks his flights every day, but how could they know when he booked his ticket at four for a six o’clock flight?"

"You’re useless," Xia Ning would hear no explanation, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets in fury: "What kind of assistant do you have? Neither you nor your assistant is reliable!"

Anyone else might have gotten angry at those words, but not Xia Cheng. Over the years, if he was good at anything, it was having a thick skin, as solid as a city wall. As long as he didn’t want to be angry, nothing you said could provoke him.

Sure enough, Xia Cheng just lowered his head and played with his phone, acting as if none of this was happening.

Xia Ning hurled a string of ugly words, but her internal rage was like a balloon on the verge of bursting, never finding a channel for release.

She glared at Xia Cheng’s indifferent demeanor, and with hands on her hips, she sneered at him: "Xia Cheng, Qin Nuan is making fools out of you and Dad because you’re too naive."

Xia Cheng frowned, his tone cold as he retorted: "Xia Ning, you lacked the ability to keep He Xing, so all you do is nag. If you’re capable, chase him to M Country yourself. Why take it out on me?"

After saying this, Xia Cheng left without looking back, his departing figure suggesting he was also quite angered.

Left alone in the ward, Xia Ning looked at the mess with seething frustration. She viciously kicked the sofa Xia Cheng had just sat on, but instead of toppling it, she only succeeded in hurting her own foot terribly.

She covered her foot, grimacing with pain so intense that tears nearly spilled from her eyes.

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded: "Lady Xia, what has made you so angry?"

Xia Ning abruptly looked up towards the door and saw Qin Nuan casually leaning against the door frame.

Her large, curly hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, her beautiful face immaculately made up without a single flaw; she wore a long, red coat with black trim that reached her ankles, highlighting Qin Nuan’s slim and delicate figure.

A wave of jealousy rose in Xia Ning’s heart. She glanced down at herself in her large, baggy, red and white striped hospital gown that was both wrinkly and appeared exceptionally dirty. Not to mention her face, which had lost its usual beauty due to a lack of makeup.

As she sized up Qin Nuan, Qin Nuan walked in slowly with her high heels, the disorderly ward appearing like a red carpet under her feet.

Qin Nuan gave Xia Ning a once-over and a slight smile curled on her lips: "Lady Xia, I heard He Xing has gone off to M Country for the love garden. You just let him go like that?"

"What’s it to you?" Xia Ning glared at Qin Nuan like a lion ready to pounce.

Women often have a hard time getting along, especially when one is glamorous as a superstar and the other looks like a middle-aged woman wandering a market in pajamas.

Qin Nuan chuckled, her smile beautiful as a flower blooming out of dust, but her words were chilling: "Lady Xia, I thought our last collaboration was so delightful that you would want to work with me again."

"You... What do you mean by that?" Xia Ning’s heart pounded with fear, but she tried to maintain her composure: "The last incident has nothing to do with me; it was your own making. Deal with it yourself."

"Typical of the Xia family to cross the river and demolish the bridge. Impressive," Qin Nuan was neither angry nor did she stop smiling brightly. Playing with a lock of hair on her shoulder, each movement full of charm, she continued: "Lady Xia, you might not care about loyalty, but I can’t do such a thing. I’ve come here with a sincere proposal for cooperation. If you’re unwilling, then forget it."