Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 573 - 574: I’ll Persuade Them for You

Chapter 573: Chapter 574: I’ll Persuade Them for You

"I..." Wang Yixuan started to speak with difficulty but couldn’t utter a single word.

Nan Qing reached out and frantically pounded on Wang Yixuan’s chest, her tears falling like beads off a broken string: "Didn’t you say you’d be with me forever? Why did you give up so easily?"

Wang Yixuan let her beat on him, not fighting back or talking back. He just sat there in silence, saying nothing, neither stopping Nan Qing nor drawing her into his embrace.

Suddenly a crisp voice rang out: "Um... is this a bad time?"

Nan Qing’s tears stopped. She and Wang Yixuan turned to look at the door, where if not Fu Han then who else could it be? And behind Fu Han were two burly men, their expressions severe.

"How did you get here?" Nan Qing’s tears were still on her cheeks, and she widened her eyes at Fu Han. Perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed, her face flushed red.

Fu Han’s expression was as colorful as a dye shop, difficult to discern any particular emotion, but her eyes had regained their luster. She said to Nan Qing with full remorse: "I overheard your argument from next door. I guessed it might have something to do with me, so... so I came to check."

"I..." Nan Qing’s face turned even redder, mixed with shyness and guilt: "Fu Han, our argument has nothing to do with you, don’t overthink it."

Fu Han still stood at the door, not entering. She looked deeply at Nan Qing and finally nodded, "That’s good then. You should rest up well, I’ll be going out."

"Don’t go!" Nan Qing’s voice rose several octaves in her urgency: "Fu Han, wait a minute, I have a lot to say to you, don’t leave."

Fu Han truly halted in her steps, but she only came to the center of the ward, not approaching Nan Qing’s bed.

Nan Qing glanced at Wang Yixuan and said in a low voice: "Could you step out for a bit? Fu Han and I, as sisters, have something to discuss."

Wang Yixuan nodded his head, slowly rising and walking towards the door. As he passed by Fu Han, he said in a low voice: "I’ll be outside, just call if you need anything."

"Got it." Fu Han nodded, then walked over to Nan Qing.

The sunlight streamed in through the window, and as Fu Han walked toward the bed, the sunlight gradually enveloped her, from her legs up to her cheeks.

It’s strange to say, but today Fu Han looked nothing like her usual beautiful self. However, as she moved, it was as if she was cloaked in light, carrying a comforting power that soothed the heart.

At that, Nan Qing’s frantic heart calmed down considerably. She reached out and took Fu Han’s hand, insisting she sit on the bed’s edge—a privilege neither her mother nor Wang Yixuan had been granted before.

The two girls who had known each other for years looked at each other, neither starting the conversation, yet it felt as if they had exchanged thousands of words.

Time dragged on for several minutes, or was it only a few seconds? Finally, Fu Han slowly spoke up: "Nan Qing, I’m sorry about yesterday, and thank you. It’s all my fault you lost the baby."

"Don’t talk like that anymore." Nan Qing’s eyes blinked twice, concealing the sadness within as she whispered: "Because I believe if it were me in yesterday’s situation, you would have saved me without a second thought."

Indeed, Fu Han knew she would have done so; Nan Qing was her friend. But when the roles were reversed, Fu Han felt an immense guilt, believing she had harmed Nan Qing.

Over there, Nan Qing shook Fu Han’s arm: "Fu Han, do you remember what I just said? From now on, don’t apologize to me again. Only you would think that way, I definitely wouldn’t."

"But..." Fu Han thought for a moment before mustering the courage to speak: "But I just saw you arguing with Wang Yixuan. Does your fight have something to do with yesterday’s incident?"

Nan Qing wanted to deny it, but the attitudes of her parents and Wang Yixuan were like the last straw breaking the camel’s back.

Her tears flowed freely as she choked out: "My parents, and Wang Yixuan, they’re all saying we should put off the wedding."

Fu Han had anticipated conflict because of yesterday’s events, but she didn’t expect the issue to be quite like this.

In that moment, breathing itself became difficult for her. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to ask: "Nan Qing, what do you think about all this?"

Nan Qing smiled, but her smile, though beautiful, was bittersweet: "I never thought about getting married so early. But when I found out I was pregnant, I asked Wang Yixuan what we should do, whether we should abort the baby. Wang Yixuan said not to terminate the pregnancy; we could just get married. So since then, I had set my heart on marrying Wang Yixuan. But now he’s saying we shouldn’t, and I... I..."

Nan Qing couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into sobs on Fu Han’s shoulder, crying and saying: "We had agreed, my parents had agreed, they said we’d get engaged after the new year, marry on May Day. Why has it changed now?"

Although Fu Han had never experienced something similar, she could completely relate to Nan Qing’s feelings. It was like watching your sense of value collapse, realizing that things aren’t as you believed.

Like her - after her eighteenth birthday, she thought she had an engagement, and that being with He Xing was simple. But after years of twists and turns, they still hadn’t managed to be together.

Fu Han didn’t know how to comfort Nan Qing. She could only hold her, gently pat her back, and softly persuade: "Alright, don’t think about these things for now. Focus on getting better first, then you can deal with them, okay?"

Her words might as well have sunk into the ocean, failing to provoke any reaction, and Nan Qing’s sobs grew louder.

Fu Han’s heart ached as if it were being stabbed, and after some thought, she spoke again: "If you promise to stop crying, I can talk to Wang Yixuan for you. I can also speak to your mother."

"Really?" Nan Qing suddenly opened her eyes wide as if she’d heard the greatest news, her tears still hanging at the corners of her mouth but her face already sporting a smile: "You must mean it."

Fu Han burst into laughter at that, reaching out a finger to lightly touch Nan Qing’s nose: "When have I ever lied to you?"

"I love you, Fu Han." Nan Qing hugged Fu Han tightly and planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Hey, you got all your tears and snot on me." Fu Han chuckled bitter-sweetly, hurrying to pull out a tissue to wipe her cheek. The wetness was quite uncomfortable.