Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 572 - 573: Cruel Equality

Chapter 572: Chapter 573: Cruel Equality

Nan Qing seemed to have not heard her mother’s words at all, her eyes remained fixed on the window outside, where a tall tree stood, now bare of any leaves due to winter, leaving only the light brown trunk.

Leaves turn green only to become yellow, just like people are born and will one day face death.

This is a law of nature that cannot be changed, like time, which flows indifferently, never giving anyone an exception, regardless of whether it’s cherished or not.

But...

In her heart, Nan Qing thought that death by nature’s law was acceptable, but what if it wasn’t natural? She didn’t regret saving Fu Han, but the loss of the child in her womb, this grudge...

Seeing Nan Qing drift into a daze again, Lady Nangong felt a heartbreaking sadness. She wiped her tears away on her face, then smiled and said, "Xiaoqing, I know you’re upset, but the child is gone, and you have to accept reality. You need to take care of your body, or else the child would be upset too."

Nan Qing’s eyes shifted, her heart full of sorrow, but she obediently took the Seafood Porridge from her mother’s hand and started to eat it in small bites.

Not just Lady Nangong, Mr. Nangong’s eyes were also circled with red, as if tears could fall at any moment.

Overnight, the Nangong couple seemed to have aged ten years, with a few strands of white hair visible at the temples and more pronounced wrinkles at the corners of their eyes, a sight that soured the heart of anyone who saw it.

Under the expectant gaze of her parents’ four eyes, Nan Qing managed to eat only half a bowl of Seafood Porridge. She handed the remaining half bowl to her mother, "Mom, I really can’t eat anymore."

"If you don’t want to eat, then don’t eat," Lady Nangong said, tears falling again, as she quickly turned her head away, not daring to let Nan Qing see.

Seeing her mother cry, Nan Qing felt numb, wanting to cry herself, but when facing her parents she couldn’t shed any tears, yet in her heart surged an inexplicable resentment.

Lady Nangong and Mr. Nangong exchanged glances, and finally, Lady Nangong bit her lip and asked in a low voice, "Nan Qing, don’t blame me for being nosy, but do you have any plans now?"

"Plans?" Nan Qing’s brows furrowed deeply, irritation evident on her face, "Just say what you want to say, don’t beat around the bush here."

"I..." Lady Nangong swallowed, but still mustered the courage to continue, "We just overheard your conversation with Wang Yixuan, and... we think he makes some sense. You two... you haven’t known each other for that long, and you were going to get married early because of the pregnancy, now... maybe you should wait?"

"Why don’t you just tell me to break up with Wang Yixuan?" Nan Qing’s face, previously so pale, was now flushed with anger. She glared furiously at her mother and father, "Are you dissatisfied with Wang Yixuan? Are you happy that the child is gone?"

"Xiaoqing, don’t get agitated," Lady Nangong instinctively glanced toward the door before trying to take Nan Qing’s hand. "Your dad and I have nothing against Wang Yixuan. We think marriage is a lifelong matter, and you two need to understand each other better. Don’t get married on a whim, understand?"

"This is my business, it’s not for you to intervene!" Nan Qing shot back sharply, her voice only growing louder.

The same words from Wang Yixuan were enough to break her heart, yet she didn’t expect to hear them again from her parents, pouring salt into her wound.

Now, no matter what her parents said, she couldn’t listen, nor did she want to hear any more.

She looked up at her parents and said desperately, "Get out, all of you, I don’t want to see you."

Mr. Nangong and his wife looked at each other, obviously unwilling to leave. They still had things to say, but they could tell that Nan Qing wasn’t in the mood to listen.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded, thudding loudly, as if someone wearing leather shoes was walking without fully lifting their feet, creating friction against the floor.

All three turned their gaze towards the door. As the footsteps drew nearer, Wang Yixuan’s face came into view.

Despite being up all night, he still looked fresh. His shoulder-length, slightly curled hair was casually tied atop his head, and stray strands fell across his cheeks, making his face even more delicate.

His excessively good-looking face wore a faint smile, "I’ve finished eating. I can take care of Nan Qing here. Uncle, auntie, why don’t you go and rest for a while, then come back when you’ve rested."

The Nangong couple looked at each other, both hesitant.

They glanced at Nan Qing, and although her face had improved somewhat since Wang Yixuan’s arrival, it was still troubled.

The couple knew that staying would be of no use and silently left after a sigh.

The ward was left with only Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan. Wang Yixuan pulled up a chair and sat down in front of Nan Qing’s hospital bed. He touched the Seafood Porridge on the bedside table, still warm, and took a spoonful to Nan Qing’s lips, "The Doctor said you can only have liquids today; you’ll get very hungry if you don’t eat more. Be good, eat a bit more?"

Nan Qing turned to look at Wang Yixuan, neither agreeing to eat nor refusing. She just stubbornly stared him down with eyes full of coercion.

"Not eating?" Wang Yixuan waited for a minute and then silently put the bowl down, "If you don’t feel like eating, that’s fine. If you get hungry later, I’ll go buy you something."

While he spoke, his gaze was fixed on Nan Qing’s face, tender, pitiful, and full of affection. His expression remained calm as if he noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

Finally, the last strand holding Nan Qing together snapped. She let the tears fall as she spoke word by word, "You’ve been standing outside the whole time, haven’t you? You’ve heard everything, haven’t you?"

"Alright, don’t be sad," Wang Yixuan said, taking out a tissue to tenderly wipe Nan Qing’s tears. He didn’t say anything, yet it was as if he said everything.

Nan Qing had only suspected it before, but now she was certain Wang Yixuan must have overheard her conversation with her parents. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have suddenly started calling her "Nan Qing," since after confirming their relationship, he had always addressed her as "Xiaoqing."

Nan Qing grabbed Wang Yixuan’s hand, her tear-filled eyes gazing at him, "So you and my parents discussed this, didn’t you? You don’t want me anymore, you had them persuade me, right? You are all in this together, you’re all bullying me."