Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 574 - 575: Special Circumstances

Chapter 574: Chapter 575: Special Circumstances

The atmosphere in the ward was no longer oppressive, but Fu Han, looking at Nan Qing’s pale complexion, felt distressed, and Nan Qing, looking at Fu Han’s face from opening the dye shop and her arm wrapped in bandages, also felt a heartache.

This time, however, they seemed to be in perfect sync, neither of them bringing up the events of the previous day, as if they had become a thing of the past, unrelated to the present.

When Nan Qing’s IV bag ran out of fluid, she looked at Fu Han and asked in a low voice, "Are those two men outside your bodyguards?"

Fu Han turned to look, the two nearly two-meter-tall men stood like mountains at the door, maintaining expressionless faces as steadfast as always, like robots.

She sighed helplessly and said, "He Xing said it’s just in case I’m in danger, so he hired two bodyguards to follow me, but I don’t like it at all."

Nan Qing also sighed, saying resignedly, "With the situation being special, you don’t know who might want to harm you, and you can never be too careful. It’s better to have someone protect you, in case something like this happens again, then... the consequences would be unimaginable."

That was indeed the case, ever since Fu Han had returned to the country, accidents seemed to follow her, and there had been several attempts on her life.

But Fu Han still didn’t know who was behind these attempts. He Xing said he would find out, and Fu Han believed him completely. He Xing hadn’t discussed these matters with her, and she had forgotten to ask herself.

She sighed deeply in her heart, thinking that some things still had to be investigated personally. Although He Xing was very concerned about her affairs, he was also busy with work every day, and there could be oversights.

As much as she thought so, Fu Han felt as if her heart was blocked by something, so uncomfortable it was hard to express.

Today was New Year’s Day, and it was a longstanding tradition for the He Family to visit the cemetery for ancestral worship early in the morning, an unbreakable rule unless a major event occurred that necessitated rescheduling.

The intention of the He family patriarch was for He Xing to skip ancestral worship this year, as He Xing also wanted to stay in the hospital with Fu Han.

However, the thought of He Xing’s parents, who had died unexpectedly, not receiving their son’s worship tugged at Fu Han’s heartstrings. Thus, she used the excuse of asking He Xing to visit her own parents’ graves, convincing He Xing to accompany the He family patriarch to the cemetery.

After all, if He Xing did not go, it would mean the He family patriarch visiting his son and daughter-in-law’s graves alone—no, he would also be visiting Fu Han’s parents’ graves, and that would mean subjecting the patriarch to the sorrow of an elder burying the young all over again.

In fact, as soon as He Xing had left, Fu Han had gone to visit Nan Qing, unable to get Nan Qing out of her mind, feeling as though she owed Nan Qing a life. Fortunately, Nan Qing held no grudge against Fu Han, which made Fu Han feel much better.

She advised Nan Qing to rest well and then left her ward. When Fu Han exited Nan Qing’s ward, she saw Wang Yixuan, who was squatting outside.

A tall man of over one-eighty, yet when he squatted there, it seemed as though he was a child abandoned by the roadside or, perhaps more accurately, a cat that had lost its owner.

Hearing footsteps, he glanced up to see Fu Han. His eyes, with their stark contrast of black and white, shifted, and he nodded expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Han thought it over and then spoke in a hushed voice, "I know you and Nan Qing are having disagreements because of some issues, but right now, Nan Qing’s health is the most important thing. I think that if you have anything you need to discuss, you should wait until Nan Qing’s health improves and she is discharged from the hospital, right?"

Waves rolled in Wang Yixuan’s eyes, and the air around them grew tense. One stood while the other squatted, locked in a silent confrontation.

Finally, Wang Yixuan was the first to speak, "I understand, I’ll be mindful of it in the future."

Fu Han nodded and headed towards the adjacent ward of her own, her two bodyguards immediately following her.

Wang Yixuan watched Fu Han’s receding figure, the turmoil in his eyes intensifying for a few seconds before settling back into calmness. He then slowly stood up and entered Nan Qing’s ward.

Upon entering, he saw Nan Qing’s eyes shimmering with tears, and at that moment, both anger and heartache in his heart surged like two growing black holes, desperately trying to consume each other.

Heartache prevailed in the end, and Wang Yixuan smiled at Nan Qing, speaking in a gentle voice, "Nan Qing, forget what I said just now. What’s most important now is for you to take care of your health, alright?"

Nan Qing had seen with her own eyes how Fu Han had stopped at the door to talk in the direction of the wall, just unable to hear what Fu Han had said. But now, seeing how Wang Yixuan was speaking, she guessed Fu Han must have successfully persuaded him.

Her smile spread across her face like ripples on a lake stirred by the wind, brightening her expression for the first time since waking up that morning, "Okay, I’ll listen to you."

Nan Qing’s smile was so beautiful, yet it looked so glaring in Wang Yixuan’s eyes, causing a stinging sensation, which he quickly concealed.

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After leaving Nan Qing’s ward, Fu Han returned to her own, the two bodyguards once again taking their posts outside her door, exuding a chilling air from within to without.

She didn’t like being watched at every turn, but it seemed not to be a question of whether she wanted it or not, but something she must get used to, because He Xing didn’t consult her but informed her.

Fu Han thought about Wang Yixuan’s expression; something about it didn’t sit right with her. This was not the Wang Yixuan she knew, who always seemed to radiate light, devoid of darkness.

Yet the Wang Yixuan who had crouched in the corner just then seemed like an angel with broken wings, no longer a divine being above, but a person fallen to the ground, covered in the grime of defeat.

In short, no matter how she looked at him, Wang Yixuan seemed to have suffered a severe blow. But who could have dealt such a blow to him?

Could it be because Nan Qing had failed to protect their child, that resentment toward Fu Han festered in Wang Yixuan’s heart? Resentful that Fu Han was the reason Nan Qing lost the baby, and had to spend the New Year in hospital?

Fu Han stood at the window looking down at the hospital grounds. On New Year’s Eve, the hospital was unusually quiet, with few patients and even fewer doctors; the roads were also less busy.

She again saw in her mind’s eye the look in Wang Yixuan’s eyes as they had faced each other. His mood was not at all calm, and even... Fu Han touched her arm, noticing a fine layer of goosebumps had formed at some point.