Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 569 - 570: Painful Decision

Chapter 569: Chapter 570: Painful Decision

Long ago, He Xing asked Fu Han if she wanted two bodyguards, but she refused.

She felt that she was not Mr. He, nor did she want to be a pampered lady with attendants, and she disliked having someone watching her every move, so He Xing eventually compromised, only asking two mercenaries to follow Fu Han from a distance. Yet, he never expected that even such measures would fail to prevent an accident.

Those two mercenaries were actually stationed outside the company building where Fu Han worked that day because typically, no incidents would occur inside. If they were too conspicuous inside, they would attract too much attention, so they always patrolled outside the building when Fu Han was at work.

If... if He Xing could have persuaded Fu Han to let them follow her closely on a regular basis, perhaps this situation would never have arisen.

In less than two minutes, two tall men, each nearly one meter ninety and muscular, approached. Upon seeing He Xing, they immediately bent over to greet him: "Good day, Mr. He."

He Xing regained his usual composed demeanor, as if unfazed by the collapse of Mount Tai before him, and nodded slowly, "From now on you must protect Lady Fu Han every step of the way. What happened today must never happen again."

"Yes," although the two men deliberately lowered their voices, their utterances still rang loudly and echoed in the empty corridor.

He Xing’s brows furrowed slightly: "Lady Fu Han is sleeping, keep your voices down."

Strangely enough, although He Xing, who was just over one meter eighty, clearly had no height advantage in front of them, his presence completely overshadowed the two towering bodyguards.

He Xing returned to the ward to check on Fu Han, then left without looking back; there were matters he had to attend to, whether it was for himself or to help Fu Han. He had no excuse to avoid them.

...

Outside the Operating Room.

Wang Yixuan stood by the wall next to the Operating Room, maintaining the same position for three hours. In those three hours, the only parts of him that moved were his eyelids and his heart.

Across from Wang Yixuan, against the wall, there was a row of benches, where Mr. and Mrs. Nangong took up two seats. The empty seat beside them looked desolate and somehow pitiful.

Since Nan Qing had been taken into the Operating Room, no one had come out, and in the past three hours, several nurses had delivered bags of blood, and the Expert invited by He Xing had also entered.

Mrs. Nangong’s face was so pale it was even whiter than the wall behind her. She leaned on Mr. Nangong’s shoulder, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Mr. Nangong wasn’t trembling, but he wasn’t faring much better.

He had always prided himself on his composure, able to let go of any matter, but at this moment, his face was devoid of any color, making him and Mrs. Nangong look like a vampire couple.

Initially, Mr. Nangong was able to muster a word to Wang Yixuan not to worry too much and to sit and wait; but now, Mr. Nangong’s eyes were void of Wang Yixuan, full only with thoughts of Nan Qing, whose life hung in the balance in the Operating Room.

With a squeak, the door of the Operating Room was pushed open, and a Doctor in a white coat and mask came out, rushing toward Mr. and Mrs. Nangong: "The situation is bad, the patient is continuously bleeding. If you still insist on saving the child, we may also lose the adult."

"Save the adult," a clear male voice rang out; it was Wang Yixuan.

He rushed to the Doctor, speaking anxiously: "At all costs, please save the adult’s life."

Mr. and Mrs. Nangong exchanged a glance, seeing surprise and emotion in each other’s eyes; naturally, as Nan Qing’s parents, they would choose to protect Nan Qing, but they hadn’t expected Wang Yixuan to be just as resolute in choosing her.

The decision of the three was quickly unified, and the Doctor re-entered the Operating Room, restarting a long wait. This time, their worry had diminished significantly, but their grief had multiplied, as it was now certain that the child was lost.

They maintained their previous postures, all three silent, no one speaking a word.

When He Xing arrived, what he saw was exactly this scene. He cleared his throat, uncertain of whom to greet first.

When six eyes from the three people all fixed on He Xing, he politely began: "Uncle, Auntie, Mr. Wang, hello."

Mrs. Nangong turned away, trying to hide the tears in her eyes from He Xing.

Mr. Nangong cleared his throat and spoke briefly: "He Xing, you’ve come."

He Xing nodded his head and asked softly, "How is Nan Qing doing now?"

Before the couple could speak, Wang Yixuan blurted out without any courtesy: "How else would it be? We couldn’t save the child, and the adult is being resuscitated."

He Xing’s previously strong posture suddenly collapsed; he looked as if he had received a massive blow, and his face turned a shade paler: "I... I’m very sorry."

Those simple words were extremely difficult for He Xing to utter, enunciated as if something were stuck in his throat.

He was genuinely in pain because, after all, Nan Qing was inside because she tried to save Fu Han, and Fu Han’s affairs were his own. He wished he could do something on behalf of Fu Han.

Mr. and Mrs. Nangong sighed, remaining silent.

Wang Yixuan, however, suddenly lunged forward and grabbed He Xing’s collar: "Didn’t you say you would protect Fu Han? Why was there no one to protect her, forcing Nan Qing to step in?"

"I’m sorry." He Xing offered no resistance, just standing there while Wang Yixuan clutched his collar, the unchanged frost in his expression now reflected with sincere regret.

"What use is your apology to me?" Wang Yixuan couldn’t contain himself any longer, throwing a punch straight at He Xing’s face. The punch landed squarely on He Xing’s jaw, immediately swelling his cheek.

He Xing still did not respond, and he remained silent.

If their positions were reversed, if he were Wang Yixuan, his heart, too, would be filled with such pain that he might wish the world destroyed.

"Don’t think that just because you don’t fight back, I will forgive you." Wang Yixuan swung another punch, this one with even more force, which could have had serious consequences had it reached He Xing’s face.

But just as his hand was about to touch He Xing’s face, Mr. Nangong appeared out of nowhere beside them, grabbing Wang Yixuan’s hand tightly: "Yixuan, stop hitting him."

"Why?" Wang Yixuan did not release He Xing’s collar, his forehead throbbing with veins, his handsome face consumed with rage as if he wanted to engulf the world.

"Because Fu Han once saved Nan Qing’s life as well," Mr. Nangong’s low voice came with a raspy and heavy sadness: "Now it is... only right that Nan Qing saved Fu Han."