Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 592 - 593: A Trace to Follow

Chapter 592: Chapter 593: A Trace to Follow

But is there really nothing at all?

Even if there are no traces now, if it existed, there must be clues left behind.

He Xing felt someone pulling at his sleeve, looked down at Fu Han, and smiled somewhat helplessly, "I thought Ji Liangchuan was a man of his word, that if I won the drinking bet with him, he wouldn’t pester you anymore."

About the drinking incident, the knots in Fu Han’s heart were still there, she turned her face away with a hint of anger and said, "Don’t talk about it anymore."

"Okay," He Xing agreed, his thick lashes slightly drooping, concealing the light in his eyes, making it unclear what he was thinking about.

Fu Han, finally realizing she had been too harsh just now, coughed awkwardly and said unnaturally, "That’s not what I meant, I just..."

She didn’t finish her words because she was worried that if she did, He Xing would get even angrier, and she was not in the mood to argue with He Xing, nor did she want to.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became oppressive, while the Spring Festival Gala program continued to play in the background.

On the screen, several people were dressed in bright red clothes, uttering all kinds of auspicious words and singing songs filled with the New Year spirit, as jubilant as ever.

But since they had muted it during the fireworks earlier, it now looked quite eerie, as if the people on the screen were performing a mime show.

Fu Han had no intention of turning the sound on, she just sat on the sofa, facing the direction of the projector, her eyes unblinking as she watched the screen, as if absorbed in a thrilling show.

After standing in place for a few minutes, He Xing walked toward Fu Han and eventually chose to sit on the sofa about twenty centimeters away from her.

His gaze was fixed on Fu Han, unblinking, with dark storms churning within, carrying a force that seemed capable of destroying everything in the world at any moment.

But on closer inspection, one could clearly see restraint and endurance in his eyes; how could there be such deep emotion without deep love?

A few minutes later, He Xing finally spoke with difficulty, "Xiaohan, can we have a proper talk?"

Long before He Xing spoke, Fu Han had already felt his intense gaze fixed on her, giving her the feeling of being caught slacking off in class by the teacher.

Now, hearing He Xing’s words, the unease in her heart vanished, replaced by a somewhat inexplicable anger, she turned her head to look at He Xing, "Sure, but let’s get one thing straight, if you want to talk, let’s have a good talk. Don’t just get angry suddenly."

He Xing was successfully amused by Fu Han, he let out a puff of laughter, "Who gets angry more easily? You’re much harder to deal with than me."

"What did you say?" Fu Han posed menacingly, hands on hips, glaring at He Xing with inflamed anger, "Go ahead and speak. My time is precious. If you don’t start talking now, I’ll stop listening."

"I’m saying," He Xing smiled, his demeanor suddenly softened, as if something had smoothed all the edges on him, "Xiaohan, I know you haven’t completely forgiven me. Are you still angry about me drinking with Ji Liangchuan?"

Truthfully, had He Xing not smiled, Fu Han might have still retained some of her anger. But his smile seemed to warm up the whole world, and the anger in Fu Han’s heart dissipated by half on the spot.

But as much as she wasn’t angry anymore, what needed to be said still had to be said.

Fu Han looked at He Xing seriously and said, "No, He Xing, my anger has nothing to do with Ji Liangchuan. What bothers me the most is why every time you experience a little mishap, it’s Xia Ning by your side; plus, since I came back last year, there have been three reported instances of you staying overnight together in the media. Three times! Have you ever considered my feelings?"

He Xing, who had been smiling, immediately lost his smile upon hearing this.

He gazed intently at Fu Han and spoke word by word, "You’ve never said these things to me before."

For Fu Han, this was like adding fuel to a burning fire, setting off an explosive reaction. The scant rage in her heart inflated exponentially, and grievances accumulated over the years surged forth. Her eyes almost instantly moistened, but stubbornly, she refused to let the tears fall.

Fu Han just looked at He Xing and said in a tone that was strikingly at odds with how she was feeling, "Would it have made a difference if I said anything? Ever since we were children, you’ve had your own opinions on everything. When I occasionally voiced a suggestion, you just thought I was being childish, and you never really took the time to consider why I did what I did."

As she spoke, she couldn’t control her tears anymore, and they started falling heavily. She brushed away He Xing’s hand, which had attempted to wipe her tears, and haphazardly wiped her tears with her own hand.

The cold tears instantly soaked the back of her hand, as chilly as her mood at that moment, "Every time it’s something related to Xia Ning, you always defend her, telling me to let it go. When have you ever truly understood how I feel?"

"It’s not like that," the pain from He Xing’s hand was faint, but the pain in his heart was immeasurable in comparison. He stammered, "Xiaohan, I’ve told Xia Ning many times not to provoke you."

This was the first time He Xing realized the depth of Fu Han’s hurt might be greater than he had imagined.

A bitter, sarcastic smile appeared on Fu Han’s lips, and the corners of her thin, rosy mouth curled up, "But what good has it done? Over the years, far from holding back, Xia Ning has become more and more outrageous. And you... those words you spoke were just self-comfort, nothing but your acquiescence to the conflict between me and Xia Ning. You did something, whether it had an effect or not, that’s beyond your control."

If Fu Han’s first statement was impactful, her current words were like a piercing arrow.

With piercing lucidity, she pointed out the indecisive thoughts hidden beneath He Xing’s ostensibly candid heart, or perhaps ones he had never noticed before—those dark corners in his heart untouched by the light.

Although He Xing and Fu Han were both raised by Old Master He, his attitude towards the two children couldn’t be more different; he doted on Fu Han as a princess, but was incredibly strict with He Xing.

And because He Xing always had a strong sense of responsibility from a young age, he couldn’t tolerate any shortcomings in himself. Thus, he devoted the majority of his life to studying and working, which took up at least ninety percent of his time.