Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 501: We Are All Family

Chapter 501: Chapter 501: We Are All Family

Fu Xingbo and Bai Qian found Daisi, who accepted their offer and agreed to the surgery, but required Fu Han to wait in line for the procedure, preliminarily estimating the surgery time to be about a year later.

How is this possible?

Mr. and Mrs. Fu Xingbo Bai Qian thought of various methods, and eventually, they found others who were also in line for surgery with Dr. Daisi and negotiated with them to see if they could swap their places in the queue.

Dr. Daisi was a very famous doctor, a plastic surgeon, so the people who came to him were dealing with appearance issues of their bodies, not problems that would become life-threatening with longer waiting times, so there were indeed people willing to change surgery appointments with Fu Han.

Fu Han later asked specifically and found that the only reason the people in front of her were willing to exchange surgery times was that the conditions offered by Fu Xingbo were too tempting.

Not only did he cover all the other party’s surgery costs, including lost wages, postoperative convalescence expenses, etc., he also paid an additional two hundred thousand dollars.

Thinking of this, Fu Han sighed heavily, asking herself if she had known before the surgery that Grandfather He was injured, and knowing that his life was not in danger, she probably would still have chosen the surgery.

Because for her surgery, uncle and aunt had paid too much, and if she was too headstrong, they would end up having to clean up the mess anyway.

It’s just that she would have returned to the country immediately after being discharged to visit Grandfather He, instead of spending Christmas and New Year’s in M Country, preparing for the opening of their studio.

Thinking of this, Fu Han sighed deeply, shaking Grandfather He’s arm full of guilt, "No matter what, Grandpa, it’s my fault for not being by your side when you were sick."

"Family doesn’t speak such words," Grandfather He’s eyes, always gleaming with a golden light, were a bit moist, and he patted the back of Fu Han’s hand with a smile, "The outcome now is the best. Grandpa is fine, your face is back to normal, and most importantly, you and He Xing have reconciled. That’s what makes me the happiest."

Fu Han was feeling sentimental, but upon hearing this, her face flushed red, and she threw Grandfather He’s hand aside, "Grandpa, I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m being serious with you but you’re drifting off topic."

Grandfather He burst into a hearty laugh, his voice booming and cheerful, carrying far, not showing any signs of anger.

However, He Xing caught Fu Han’s hand, his voice a bit hoarse, "Xiaohan, Grandpa isn’t wrong. What matters most is that we’re together again."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became charged with a hint of romance. Fu Han’s face was glowing red like a ripe apple, but even though she was full of shyness, she didn’t pull her hand away from He Xing’s grasp.

The three family members sat on the couch talking about the things that had happened while they were apart, looking infinitely warm and cozy from a distance.

Before long, Old Zhou came and said that the dinner prepared for Fu Han was ready and asked her to come and eat.

The meal was simple, four dishes and a soup: Braised Fish Chunks, Beer Duck, Stir-fried Greens with Pork Fat, Stir-fried Pork with Chili, and a simple Seaweed Egg Soup.

Fu Han sniffed the appetizing aroma. She had grown tired of airplane meals, and it was already late, so she was very hungry, and she began to eat eagerly.

She quickly shoveled almost half a bowl of rice, and while taking a breath, she looked up and asked, "Grandpa, Auntie’s cooking has improved, right? It tastes even better than before."

"Do you really think so?" Grandfather He was quite surprised and didn’t directly answer Fu Han’s question, looking at her dubiously instead.

"Yes, of course." Fu Han cocked her head and laughed so hard her eyes nearly disappeared, "I’ve been eating Auntie’s cooking for nearly twenty years; could I possibly not tell if it’s good or bad? I didn’t expect that her skill would improve so much just because I was gone for a little over a month, even more than the previous ten-plus years."

Grandfather He and He Xing exchanged a look, seeing puzzlement and joy in each other’s eyes.

This time, He Xing was the first to speak, "Fu Han, Auntie had some issues and has left the He family. The auntie who cooked for you today is new. So you’re saying you like the food she’s cooked?"

"Left? Why?" Fu Han’s beautiful eyebrows furrowed, filled with confusion.

It’s no wonder Fu Han was puzzled; the He Family treated servants very well, with high wages, comprehensive benefits, and by providing additional pensions for those who had worked for the family long enough upon retirement. Thus, there were hardly any servants who left the He Family, but instead many who were eager to join it.

He Xing coughed awkwardly, his expression somewhat unnatural, as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure where to begin.

But Grandfather He quickly took over the conversation, "Xiaohan, we’re not quite clear about the kitchen maid’s situation right now; we’ll let you know once we figure it out. The key question is whether you are accustomed to the cooking of the new kitchen maid, if not, we’ll find a new one."

The previous kitchen maid left quite suddenly, and the new one was kept after He Xing had interviewed more than thirty candidates; he and Grandfather He’s only criterion for hiring was that Fu Han would enjoy the new kitchen maid’s cooking.

In the end, the kitchen maid they kept was the one He Xing thought made food that tasted most similar to the previous one, although identical was not possible, so they were actually still worried that Fu Han might not be accustomed to it.

Fu Han, not the least bit foolish, guessed that something must have happened, and since Grandpa and He Xing had not told her directly, it probably meant it was something she was temporarily not supposed to know. If she didn’t press on, it would be fine.

A smile began to spread across Fu Han’s face, and she playfully stuck out her tongue, "Honestly, I’ve been eating the same dishes for so long I was getting a bit tired of them, and besides, aren’t you guys a bit out of touch with my tastes? Do you think I’m still that picky eater from when I was little?"

The grandfather and granddaughter beside her looked at each other, neither one speaking; they had indeed forgotten that Fu Han had long since stopped making a fuss over meals as she grew up.

Fu Han enjoyed her meal but also felt a great deal of pressure.

Anyone would feel uneasy if, while eating, two people were staring at them non-stop, their gaze unblinking.

After eating her fill, Fu Han returned to her room, and as expected, even after being away for so long, her room was still very neat, with the faint scent of lavender — her most commonly used fragrance.

The servants had prepared a bath for Fu Han, with steam rising from the hot water and rose petals floating on the surface, the subtle fragrance of flowers quite soothing.