Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 530 - 531: Solving Problems by Escaping

Chapter 530: Chapter 531: Solving Problems by Escaping

Yet Fu Han still did not explode directly. Instead, she asked in a tone that didn’t sound very friendly, "So He Xing, have you convinced yourself to accept my point of view?"

This was the last chance Fu Han gave He Xing.

If He Xing’s answer was affirmative, she would definitely be willing to give He Xing another chance.

Seconds went by and He Xing’s voice, as calm as ever, began to ring out, "No!"

At that moment, Fu Han’s complexion turned as pale as snow, and even her blush could not redeem a hint of color. Paired with her luscious red lips, she resembled a solitary traveler wandering alone in the darkness of night.

Perhaps it was He Xing who noticed Fu Han’s pallor. He cleared his throat and spoke again, attempting to explain, "Xiaohan, what I mean is, my thoughts are correct. A daughter missing her deceased mother is not wrong, and you never use your parents to prod Grandpa’s wounds. You’ve done well; but you can’t expect everyone to act as excellently as you do."

"Heh..." The anger in Fu Han’s heart finally burst forth. She snorted coldly and said without politeness, "That’s really laughable. So you think what I do is right, but you don’t think Xia Ning is wrong, is that what you mean?"

He Xing’s face was also not looking good, but he still tried to speak as calmly as possible, "Yes."

Another gust of cold wind blew past, and Fu Han felt icy cold all over, as if she were surrounded by blocks of ice.

She snorted coldly, her laughter floating in the quiet of the night, "How funny. So this is basically ’the squeaky wheel gets the grease,’ right? The sensible are to be ignored, and the unreasonable can make endless demands."

"Xiaohan, why would you say that?" He Xing tried to reach out and grab Fu Han’s hand, "I have never indulged Xia Ning’s unreasonable demands. I’m just saying that I don’t think it’s wrong for her to talk about her mother in front of me."

"Never satisfied her unreasonable demands?" These words were like a fuse, successfully igniting the balloon of anger about to explode in Fu Han’s heart, "Previously when I asked you to go to the movies with me, you said you had to work. But when Xia Ning needed you to accompany her for a check-up, you were able to skip work?"

"How can those be the same?" He Xing sighed, feeling as if he were tangled in a mess. Driven by sharp intuition, he grasped the crux of the issue, "Movie showings are available all the time; they don’t have to interrupt work hours. But after my workday ends, many hospital departments are already closed. How could we go for the check-up then?"

"That sounds very reasonable." Fu Han laughed coldly again, shaking with anger but her thoughts uncommonly clear, "How hilarious. So watching a movie can be done anytime, but hospital check-ups must be with you accompanying her, right? No matter what, I’m always the one who can be rearranged, and Xia Ning is the one who must be accommodated."

"Xiaohan, calm down a bit," He Xing, who had tried to grasp Fu Han’s hand, had it shaken off. Now he firmly took hold of Fu Han’s shoulders, "Xiaohan, you know that’s not what I mean. Think about it. The person I like is you. Isn’t that enough?"

"Enough, He Xing, enough!" Fu Han didn’t know where her strength came from, but she raised her hands and broke free from He Xing’s hold, her beautiful face undisguised with anger, "He Xing, it seems I should feel satisfied, right? You like me and not Xia Ning, so to be fair, you indulge Xia Ning and not me. I should give way to Xia Ning and not compete with her for attention and jealousy. That’s what you’re saying, isn’t it?"

"I..." He Xing instinctively wanted to argue, but the words "no" reached his lips and he just couldn’t bring himself to say them.

He suddenly realized that if he understood it the way Fu Han meant, she was indeed not wrong to say so.

But that was not right. He Xing had never placed Xia Ning on the same level as Fu Han; he looked down and tried to speak to her.

But Fu Han had already spoken again, "He Xing, that’s enough. You don’t need to explain so much anymore. You think by choosing me over Xia Ning, you’re giving me your pity. Therefore, correspondingly, I should give way to Xia Ning to be fair. But He Xing, I do like you, that’s true. But have I ever demanded that you must like me? I never have before, and I never will in the future."

These words resonated as they landed, echoing without being blown away by the winter wind.

He Xing’s complexion was already pale, but at this moment it seemed even paler than the moon above, with faint veins visible beneath the skin.

Fu Han took steps toward the Pavilion’s exit, her heart breaking with each step, as if she were stepping on her own heart.

After a few steps, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning back, she saw He Xing following her. Just three steps away, less than a meter, so close yet so distant, like two different worlds.

Seeing that Fu Han had stopped, He Xing also immediately halted. His emotions now calm, he spoke like one comforting a child, "Xiaohan, I know you’re upset now. Let’s not talk about this issue. I’ll take you home now, okay? We can talk about this matter later."

Escape, escape, always escape. It seemed that whenever they faced irreconcilable conflicts, He Xing’s trump card was always "we’ll talk about it later."

Fu Han truly couldn’t describe her feelings with words—she had made her points so clear, yet He Xing still hadn’t directly responded to her, always beating around the bush.

It felt as if you threw a punch, only to find in the end that you had hit cotton—pointless.

If Fu Han had to choose, she would rather argue vehemently with He Xing so they could clear the air, instead of burying the conflict in their hearts.

Another cold breeze swept through, the rustling of the leaves sounding like whispered voices.

The boiling blood in Fu Han’s veins cooled with the chill wind, and the rage on her face receded like a tide, leaving her expressionless.

Only in her teary autumn eyes was there a trace of reluctant disappointment, "He Xing, we don’t need to discuss this issue anymore. I’ve seen it clearly enough—without Xia Ning, we are the couple with the best relationship in the world. But once Xia Ning is involved, whenever Xia Ning has any issues, as soon as Xia Ning mentions her mother, you’ll undoubtedly follow her and leave me behind, without principles or boundaries. Will you never change in this, absolutely?"

"I..." He Xing knew he had to say something. He started speaking with difficulty, trying as much as possible to remain calm, "Fu Han, it’s not like that. In my heart, you are the most important. But we also have to understand the context, right? Like today, I already dined with you; accompanying Xia Ning for the check-up didn’t affect you in any way."