Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 568 - 569: Insurmountable Sky Gang

Chapter 568: Chapter 569: Insurmountable Sky Gang

After Qin Nuan intimidated Xia Ning, she slowly got up and walked towards the door, leaving only one sentence behind: "I’ll take care of this matter, you just wait peacefully."

It wasn’t until Qin Nuan’s figure had disappeared from view that Xia Ning finally reacted.

She thought about how she had been bluffed by Qin Nuan, and she trembled with anger. For a moment, she really wanted to rush out and teach Qin Nuan a harsh lesson, but then she remembered that she still needed Qin Nuan to find someone to deal with Fu Han, so she forcefully held back.

...

He Xing received the news and hurried to the hospital more than an hour later. By then, Fu Han was already out of the Emergency Room, and the wounds on her body had already been treated.

The nurse raised her bed, and she sat up, leaning back, her eyes woodenly fixed on the door, not even noticing He Xing’s arrival.

Standing at the door of the Ward, He Xing felt a hesitance to enter upon seeing Fu Han.

Though Fu Han was right in front of him, he felt she was so distant, as if there was a great divide that could not be crossed between them.

It was still Fu Han, but the familiar feeling He Xing knew was gone from her.

Her obsidian-like eyes were still clear, but they gave off a wooden and hollow impression; her face was mottled with bruises, looking like a dye shop, and her arm was wrapped in thick bandages.

A fierce flame burned in He Xing’s eyes; he strode forward in long steps: "Xiaohan, you... How are you?"

Fu Han continued to stare blankly ahead as if she heard nothing, to be precise, she looked just like a marionette at that moment.

He Xing reached out to touch Fu Han’s face but hesitated at her bruised complexion, and ultimately, he gently patted her shoulder that wasn’t bound in bandages, speaking in the gentlest voice possible, "Xiaohan, what’s wrong with you?"

"I... I’m fine," Fu Han said blankly, looking up woodenly. "I’m fine. Hurry and save Nan Qing, go save her, she’s pregnant."

He Xing tenderly extended his arm and pulled Fu Han into his embrace: "Xiaohan, I’ve already found the best Doctor; Nan Qing will definitely be okay."

"Really?" A faint light shone from Fu Han’s eyes as she clutched onto He Xing like a lifeline. "You’re telling the truth, right? Nan Qing will definitely be okay, right?"

"Yes, she won’t be in trouble. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure it," He Xing hastily reassured her along with her words. However, in a place where Fu Han couldn’t see, deep worry lay unfathomable in his eyes.

He Xing knew about Nan Qing’s condition as soon as he received the call. His delayed arrival was because he had driven out to fetch an Expert — reputed to be the best in gynecology throughout A city. If this Doctor was also unable to do anything, then the child within Nan Qing’s womb was truly in danger...

But such words could not be spoken to Fu Han now, who was as fragile as a porcelain doll that could shatter with the slightest touch.

He Xing neither could nor dared to tell the truth, as no one knew which straw would break the camel’s back.

The night was deep, and Fu Han lay in bed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, steadfastly refusing to sleep; Nan Qing was still in surgery, and she had to wait until the surgery was over.

Unable to bear it any longer, He Xing sneaked out to get two sleeping pills from a nurse and tricked Fu Han into taking them.

He sat beside Fu Han’s bed without blinking, closely watching her for fear that she would flutter away like a butterfly in the blink of an eye.

Finally, Fu Han’s body gave out despite her will, and she slowly closed her eyes.

He Xing let out a long sigh of relief. He bent down to tuck Fu Han in properly and touched her forehead, the only spot on her face besides her eyes and mouth that was unharmed.

Her forehead was smooth and full, the kind of feature someone with a good life would possess, according to Grandfather He. Yet He Xing couldn’t understand why Fu Han always had to suffer and get injured so often.

A slight knocking was heard at the door, and turning around, He Xing saw Old Zhou standing outside, apparently having something to say.

Although He Xing had several Assistants, each had different responsibilities, and since New Year’s was tomorrow, all his Assistants had already taken leave; Liang Tao, the one he found most reliable, had flown to M Country to visit his girlfriend just yesterday.

Upon learning of Fu Han’s injury, Grandfather He immediately came to the hospital, but later, seeing that it was late and Fu Han was not in any danger, He Xing half-forced Grandfather He to leave, with Old Zhou driving him home. Logically, Old Zhou should be at the He Family’s residence right now.

Thinking this, He Xing glanced down at Fu Han to confirm she was still asleep before rising to leave: "Uncle Zhou, you wanted to see me about something?"

Old Zhou’s gaze shifted away from Fu Han’s face, and his somber voice broke the silence: "The Old Master says you might be in need of assistance, and sent me over to help."

"That’s great." He Xing indeed needed help, so he agreed without a hint of hesitation, "Security has caught the criminal, and he had a phone with contact details on it. I don’t have the time to investigate these matters, so I appreciate your help."

"I’ll take care of it right away." Old Zhou agreed readily and turned to leave. After a few steps, he suddenly turned back, concerned: "Young Master, the Old Master asked me to remind you, given these extraordinary circumstances, the men you’ve hired for Miss Fu Han’s protection shouldn’t hide in the shadows anymore; it’s ineffective. Better to have them serve openly as her bodyguards."

"Alright, I understand," He Xing nodded as if he were a student listening to a teacher. "In a while, I’ll have them stand guard outside the door; today’s events won’t happen again."

Old Zhou nodded and, with a goodbye, promptly left; although He Xing hadn’t noticed it before, he suddenly sensed that the otherwise tall and burly Old Zhou was now somewhat hunchbacked.

He Xing was alone in the vast corridor, with yellow lights spaced at intervals along the stretch, giving the impression of a long, endless path.

All around were Ward doors, and so late in the night, nearly every door was tightly shut, giving off the feeling that on this floor, apart from He Xing and Fu Han, there was no one else.

He Xing reached for his phone, intending to walk to the other side of the corridor to make a call, but when he turned back to look at Fu Han, sleeping in tranquility, his heart tightened, and he decided to make his call right outside the Ward door instead.

Yet as he made his call, he deliberately lowered his voice, covered his mouth with his hand, and turned his back to whisper, careful not to wake Fu Han who had just managed to fall asleep.