Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 503: Gentle Gaze

Chapter 503: Chapter 503: Gentle Gaze

"No, I’ll go after you fall asleep," He Xing smiled, the dimples at the corners of his mouth faintly visible, making him radiate a warm feeling.

Fu Han’s heart softened too. She nodded, turned to face He Xing lying down, yet her eyes remained open. She simply yearned for the warmth of the moment, longing to etch it forever in her mind.

The light cast down from above, falling on He Xing, as if cloaking him in a layer of gold. Sacred, pure, he seemed almost divine.

The more Fu Han looked, the more beautiful she found him, feeling increasingly lucky as if she had stumbled upon a hidden treasure in her life.

He Xing also lowered his gaze to observe Fu Han, his hand gently stroking her forehead intermittently as tender as if he were coaxing his daughter to sleep.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, as if frozen in place.

He Xing slightly raised his head, looking towards Fu Han’s collection room, smiling and asking, "Xiaohan, why haven’t you shown me that letter you wrote on the plane?"

"Letter?" Fu Han’s voice was low, like it traveled through a foggy forest, "Are you talking about the will I wrote on the plane?"

The word "will" hit He Xing like a dagger to the heart. He had used the word "letter" to avoid the painful subject, but he hadn’t expected Fu Han to speak so calmly about "the will."

He Xing smiled and hummed a soft "Mm."

Fu Han felt her eyelids growing heavy, so she closed her eyes, "When the plane had trouble, although I was still mad at you, what else mattered in the face of life and death? Of course, I had to leave you and Grandfather an explanation."

He Xing was filled with emotion. He coughed softly, his eyes unexpectedly moistening, "Xiaohan, no matter what happens, don’t ever leave me."

"Mm, I know," Fu Han agreed in a soft, sweet voice that couldn’t help but stir emotions in the listener.

He Xing’s heart, lonely and drifting on the open sea, seemed to have found redemption and quieted down.

Fu Han’s room was decorated in pinks, the warm lighting adding an extra coziness. He Xing’s gaze softened as it wandered around the room.

After some thought, He Xing began slowly, "Fu Han, there’s something I think I should tell you..."

"Mm..." Fu Han responded softly again, her mind now a mushy mess, completely unable to think and on the verge of sleep.

It was a complicated matter, and to spare Fu Han any discomfort, He Xing unusually took a few minutes to formulate his words before slowly speaking.

"Xiaohan, I came back the morning before yesterday. I had accumulated a lot of work, and that night I asked the cook to make me a strong coffee to stay awake. Unexpectedly, she added something to the coffee, the kind that makes one crave intimacy after drinking it.

Later I found out that our family cook had long been bought by Xia Ning; Xia Ning received the news and rushed over, wanting to take advantage of my incapacitated state... to trap me into bedding her. At the critical moment, I used the last shred of willpower to knock Xia Ning unconscious and then used a fruit knife to cut my palm to bleed out..."

He Xing paused for two minutes at this point and lowered his gaze to Fu Han. Her delicate eyebrows were knit together, indicating she might be upset.

He Xing understood that he probably wouldn’t feel any better hearing such news himself. He looked at the palm of his left hand, where there was still a clear knife cut. The doctor had scolded him for being too harsh on himself.

With that in mind, he quickly began to explain, "But don’t worry, my injuries are not serious, just some skin wounds that will heal in a few days. Once I regained a little willpower, I went to find a doctor. After Grandfather’s health declined, I had a doctor stay over at night to ensure immediate treatment in case of emergencies.

The doctor checked me out and arranged for my stomach to be pumped. He gave me some medication, and then I was fine."

He Xing then looked down at Fu Han again. Her brow had smoothed out, and she looked much better; this cheered him up as well.

"Xiaohan, yesterday Xia Ning’s parents and brothers brought journalists to the He Family, causing a commotion. Because Xia Ning’s mother had saved me once, and Xia Ning herself had also saved me, I couldn’t turn away and just let it be. So I admitted that Xia Ning had stayed at the He Family the night before last. I didn’t expect the Xia Family to bribe the media to blow this matter up, making it into a scandal. They claimed that Xia Ning and I had spent the night together but refused to give her the proper status."

He Xing heaved a deep sigh thinking of yesterday’s events, then tenderly brushed Fu Han’s forehead with a gentle smile, "Xiaohan, I didn’t expect you to come back at this time. You’re bound to be distressed now that you’re here. Don’t worry, I’ll do everything in my power to protect you, and I won’t let you suffer any harm."

After waiting for a while without Fu Han’s response, He Xing couldn’t help but touch her cheek, only for Fu Han to rub her face against the palm of his hand like a little kitten, then remain still in that position.

It was only then that He Xing finally confirmed that Fu Han had fallen asleep. She had really fallen asleep like that?

He Xing sighed helplessly, gazed at Fu Han deeply, his eyes full of indulgence. If he could, he would keep watching her like this forever, until the end of time.

The only problem now was that he didn’t know whether Fu Han had heard what he had just said, or how much of it she had actually absorbed.

He Xing could certainly wait for Fu Han to wake up and then repeat everything, but it was a difficult subject to broach. He had already summoned courage to speak tonight; who knew when he might muster the courage to say it all over again.

Reflecting on the bitter sweetness, He Xing reassured himself that Fu Han had been awake when he began to speak. So why had she fallen asleep in the end? How could she fall asleep while listening to such important matters? Was she that tired?

With these thoughts in mind, He Xing’s heart softened. He checked Fu Han’s blankets again, then bent down to kiss her forehead, turned off the light, and quietly left the room.

...

At the Xia Family villa.

A burst of clattering sounds was followed by Xia Ning’s shrill voice, "What did you say, Xia Ning is back? Wasn’t she still in M Country, how come she suddenly returned?"

Xia Cheng’s brow was deeply furrowed like caterpillars as he said irritably, "What’s so surprising about that? She’s back, so she’s back. Her legs are on her body; who can control her?"

Xia Ning was fuming, her beautiful face contorting with frustration as she said bitterly, "Do you understand nothing? With that wretch Fu Han back, do you think there’s still a chance for me and Brother He Xing?"