Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 577 - 578: My Friend

Chapter 577: Chapter 578: My Friend

She cleared her throat and said to the two bodyguards at the door, "He is my friend, let him in."

Honestly, Fu Han had always suspected He Xing had another purpose for assigning her these two bodyguards, and she had observed it today. If it was a girl coming to see Fu Han, they wouldn’t stop her, just like Xia Ning before; but if it was a boy, the bodyguards would block him from entering.

After hearing Fu Han’s words, the two bodyguards moved aside a little, creating a gap less than twenty centimeters wide for Su Cheng.

He entered sideways like a crab.

Su Cheng looked Fu Han up and down for a long time, his bright eyes filled with barely hidden concern and distress, "How did you get hurt so badly?"

"This..." Fu Han scratched her head somewhat embarrassed—it was somewhat humiliating to admit that the injury on her face was self-inflicted, "My eyes were blinded by sand at that time and I couldn’t see; I bumped into something by myself. However, the injuries on my arms were caused by someone else."

Su Cheng clenched his fist, the sound of cracking knuckles filled the air as he asked sternly, word by word, "Who hurt you? I will avenge you!"

Originally, Fu Han was going to refute, but suddenly her eyes lit up, and she excitedly said, "Su Cheng, can I ask you for a favor?"

Right now, she couldn’t think of anyone more suitable than Su Cheng. First, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse—the Huangpu family might be weaker than before, but Fu Han believed that Su Cheng could definitely handle this matter; second, Su Cheng was one of the few people she trusted.

She also trusted Nan Qing and the Nangong family had the ability to help her, but now she would never ask Nan Qing for help. The blows she had taken were already severe enough; Fu Han wanted to find the mastermind behind this, to avenge both herself and Nan Qing.

Needless to say, Su Cheng readily agreed. Fu Han selectively relayed the conversation between herself and Xia Ning as well as the previous incidents when she had been injured.

Su Cheng’s expression grew increasingly ugly, and in the end, he nodded vigorously, promising to help Fu Han investigate thoroughly. He looked as earnest as if he were swearing an oath.

Moreover, it was evident that Su Cheng took Fu Han’s matter to heart. After promising her, he immediately left in such a hurry it was as if someone was chasing him with a whip.

But before he left, he didn’t forget to remind Fu Han to rest well and said he would come see her again when he had time.

For some reason, Fu Han felt that since returning to the country, Su Cheng’s attitude towards her had changed. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what had changed, but she felt as if Su Cheng had become much less talkative, and a sense of distance had grown between them.

However, there were exceptions. For example, when Fu Han went to Nan Qing’s house that day, the Huangpu matriarch had helped Su Cheng with his confession; Fu Han could clearly feel Su Cheng’s burning gaze, like a moth to flame.

But thinking back now, Fu Han felt that the way Su Cheng looked at her that day was more like the fleeting resurgence of a dying person.

The morning passed quickly, and Fu Han never knew that thinking could also be a way to pass the time.

Soon, He Xing returned, accompanied by Old Master He.

When Fu Han saw Grandfather He, she felt extraordinarily guilty. Today, she was supposed to return to the He family and spend the New Year with Grandfather He. She had planned to make it more lively this year to cheer up Grandfather He.

Yet, the result was that she was lying in a hospital, making Grandfather He visit her on New Year’s Day.

Nevertheless, Grandfather He did not seem particularly sad; instead, he comforted Fu Han not to overthink and to rest well to leave the hospital as soon as possible.

Mr. Zhou had booked lunch at a hotel early on, and before noon, steaming dishes were delivered to Fu Han’s ward, filling a small table to the brim.

Grandfather He pulled Fu Han to sit with him on the long sofa, "Xiaohan, where you spend the New Year is a formality; the most important thing is who you spend it with. Wherever you are, that’s where we’ll celebrate the New Year."

"Mmm, I understand," Fu Han said as she fought back tears while pretending to pick food for Grandfather He—she didn’t want him to see her cry during the festive season.

"Xiaohan, have a drumstick," He Xing offered. He picked a large drumstick from the pot and placed it in Fu Han’s bowl, his handsome face full of pity, "You’re too thin; you need to eat more."

"Right, girls should be a bit chubbier to look good. What’s the use of being so thin?" Grandfather He also started to chuckle, and picked another drumstick for Fu Han, "Eat both of them."

Fu Han looked at her bowl, bemused, "But I’m not a pig. If I really finish both, how can I still have room for other delicious food?"

"Well... should I help you with one?" He Xing broke into a grin, his arm extending to take the other drumstick away.

Fu Han found herself staring at his smile, entranced. He Xing rarely smiled, but when he did, it had a special infectious power—like a spring breeze melting the frozen lake, or an autumn wind turning the rice fields golden.

His smile exuded an active, uplifting, vibrant energy.

Grandfather He motioned to Mr. Zhou standing aside, "Come join us. You’ve been busy all day too. It’s more lively to eat together."

Mr. Zhou initially tried to refuse, but Grandfather He frowned in displeasure and said sternly, "Come here right now."

Fu Han and He Xing joined in the persuasion, and Mr. Zhou finally took a seat on the empty armchair, his face flushed.

For Fu Han, this was the first time she was spending the New Year’s Day in a ward, but with He Xing and Grandfather He there, she felt extraordinarily warm and cozy.

She had just looked in on Nan Qing next door, and Nan Qing’s ward was also lively—the Nangong matriarch had ordered a large table of dishes as well, and the four of them were eating joyfully together.

Fu Han hadn’t had much appetite in the morning and only ate a little, but come lunchtime she felt in good spirits and had a hearty appetite. She not only finished a bowl of rice but also enjoyed many dishes. At He Xing’s prompting, she even had two bowls of soup, the most she had eaten in one sitting for a while.

After lunch, Mr. Zhou stepped out, saying he was going to brew tea for Grandfather He.

Grandfather He had a habit that couldn’t be disrupted: he must drink tea after a meal, and he only drank green tea, claiming it cut through the grease and was good for the stomach.

Grandfather He was also in excellent health; he never complained of being unable to sleep after drinking tea in the evening.

In just about ten minutes, Mr. Zhou had arranged a complete set of tea equipment on the coffee table. The gentle fragrance of tea began to fill the ward, greatly reducing the smell of disinfectant.

Thanks to Grandfather He, Fu Han had been arranged to take tea art classes when she was younger, and her tea art was acknowledged to be excellent. She had shown off her skills in public on behalf of Grandfather He on several occasions.