Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 500: Finally Home

Chapter 500: Chapter 500: Finally Home

From a distance, the lights made the villa look like a palace, like a palace from Fu Han’s crystal ball world, inhabited by princes and princesses, dreamlike and illusory.

Fu Han’s face flushed with excitement, and the security guard driving in front, glancing at her in the rearview mirror, hesitated before speaking, "Miss Fu Han, do you know what happened in the He Family yesterday?"

"What happened?" Fu Han asked, puzzled.

Having lived at Lanwan Mountain for over a decade, she recognized most of the security guards, and this one, in his forties or fifties, had been there for many years. She greeted him whenever she saw him.

The security guard looked at Fu Han again, and by then, the He Family villa was just in sight. He smiled good-naturedly and said, "Miss Fu Han, it’s best you ask Mr. He Xing yourself."

Upon hearing this, Fu Han couldn’t help but feel perplexed. Just when she was about to inquire further, the car stopped, and the security guard spoke again, "Miss Fu Han, we’ve arrived, welcome home."

A surge of excitement filled Fu Han’s heart. She immediately cast aside her confusion and happily got out of the car, happily rang the doorbell.

The servant who opened the door couldn’t believe his eyes at the sight of Fu Han, and after rubbing them a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, he opened the gate with jubilation.

Fu Han was infected by his mood and became extraordinarily joyful, hopping and skipping her way toward the front door of the villa.

Dim light was seeping through the curtains, and Fu Han had already envisioned the scene of the He Family’s patriarch and He Xing sitting on the couch. She twisted the door open, and before she could see clearly inside, she called out, "Grandpa, He Xing, I’m back."

Before her words had fully landed, she saw that the vast living room was empty.

Fu Han’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed as she set down her luggage and raised her voice, "Grandpa, He Xing, where are you? I’m back."

"Xiaohan is back?"

"Xiaohan!"

The first sentence was spoken by the He Family patriarch, and the second by He Xing.

The He Family patriarch appeared in the hallway next to the living room on the first floor, while He Xing leaned over the railing on the second floor to speak. The He Family patriarch lived on the first floor, while He Xing and Fu Han lived on the second floor.

Fu Han’s gaze shifted back and forth between the He Family patriarch and He Xing. Although smiles were on their faces, for some reason, Fu Han felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

Footsteps hurried down the stairs, as eager as a child who had just been given a fifty-cent reward, rushing out the door to buy candy from the passing vendor, clutching the money tightly in hand.

Even though He Xing moved quickly, the He Family patriarch was closer to Fu Han, and he reached her first, "Silly child, why cry? You should be happy to be home."

Fu Han tried hard to smile, but her tears fell involuntarily, and she threw herself into the He Family patriarch’s embrace, sobbing loudly.

The He Family patriarch affectionately patted Fu Han’s back and coaxed her like a child, "You’ve grown up; why do you still cry like when you were little?"

By this time, He Xing had also come down. He stood behind Fu Han, his face full of distress, unable to find the words to console her.

In truth, it had been less than three days since their last meeting, yet it felt as though a century had passed.

Fu Han didn’t understand why her tears were so cheap, falling drop by drop like pearls off a broken string.

The He Family patriarch offered many comforting words, promising to buy her beautiful clothes, jewelry, figurines, a camera, even a car—only falling short of promising a house.

It was quite some time before Fu Han’s tears finally stopped. She rubbed her swollen eyes and sat on the couch holding the He Family patriarch’s arm, her little face puffed up indignantly, looking cuter than ever.

The He Family patriarch and He Xing stood guard beside her like two sentinels, watching her intently without blinking.

Old Zhou stood by their side, his slightly cloudy eyes also reddening. He sniffled and asked if Fu Han had eaten dinner. Without waiting for an answer, he headed towards the kitchen.

In the spacious and luxurious living room of the He Family, the orange lighting filled the space, giving the room a touch of homeliness; and the orange light seemed as if it radiated from Fu Han herself.

She did nothing but sit there simply, yet it gave off the impression that she was the center of the room.

During the three years Fu Han was abroad, this feeling was particularly strong. Although He Xing and the He Family patriarch lived there every day, without Fu Han, the place was just a room where they slept; with Fu Han, it became a home.

The He Family patriarch stroked Fu Han’s head affectionately and inquired, "Didn’t you say you wouldn’t be able to return for a while? How come you came back so early?"

"And you still ask?" Fu Han crossed her arms and puffed up defiantly at the He Family patriarch, "You were kidnapped, injured, and hospitalized, and you didn’t tell me. You say you consider me your own granddaughter, humph!"

Her angry appearance was extremely adorable, like a petulant little girl, melting one’s heart instantly, without a trace of genuine anger.

The He Family patriarch, with tender affection, pleaded, "It wasn’t that grandpa didn’t want to tell you. At that time, you were also having surgery. If grandpa had told you, what if you had wanted to come back? What about your face then?"

He was right; that was precisely when Fu Han was undergoing surgery.

Fu Han had inadvertently heard Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian discussing her surgery before, stating that the doctor who performed her operation was hard to book, not just a matter of money, as Dr. Daisi was quite eccentric.

Usually, wealthy patients wanting surgery by Dr. Daisi would have to wait at least six months to a year, and it was not uncommon for some to wait for several years.

The reason He Xing managed to get Dr. Daisi back to A City for Fu Han’s surgery was largely due to luck.

It just so happened that Dr. Daisi was on his annual vacation at that time, and he chose A City as his holiday spot. To entice Dr. Daisi to operate on Fu Han, He Xing even went as far as chartering a private jet to bring him to A City.

During his stay, Liang Tao accompanied Dr. Daisi around the clock, at He Xing’s request.

After chartering flights and providing meticulous 24-hour service, in addition to high medical fees, He Xing successfully persuaded Dr. Daisi.

But what was easy the first time did not guarantee the same the second time around. When He Xing invited Dr. Daisi back to A City with even more generous conditions for Fu Han’s second surgery, the doctor bluntly refused, leaving He Xing facing outright rejection.