Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 596 - 597 Beautiful Morning

Without a care, Xia Cheng poured himself a glass of red wine and said, "What else could have happened? He was taken to the police station by He Xing."

"What?" Qin Nuan’s face turned pale in an instant. She widened her eyes in shock and said excitedly, "You’re not lying to me, are you? Why would He Xing do that to him?"

"Well, about that question..." Finally remembering another reason he had come, Xia Cheng moved closer and whispered in Qin Nuan’s ear, "You probably know better than I do, don’t you? Why don’t you tell me, and I’ll see if I can help."

"I..." Qin Nuan’s face turned beet red. She had indeed let her guard down and was about to spill everything. Fortunately, she was accustomed to looking at people when she spoke, and when she saw Xia Cheng’s malicious gaze, she immediately sensed something was wrong and stopped herself: "How would I know that? Didn’t you say you’d handle it for me? Then go and investigate it."

Of course, Xia Cheng didn’t believe this explanation. He circled around Qin Nuan, asking several questions.

But Qin Nuan’s defenses were like an iron wall, unyielding to Xia Cheng’s questioning, always shaking her head in ignorance; she even managed to extract quite a bit of information from Xia Cheng.

She learned things like Xia Cheng only found out about Yi Lixing being arrested after Xia Guoxiong and Xia Ning had an argument, and that Xia Cheng himself was clueless about the incident.

Seeing that he couldn’t dig anything out, Qin Nuan directly shooed Xia Cheng away.

She lingered by the window until she was sure Xia Cheng had truly left, then she took out her phone and dialed 110: "Hello, I’d like to report a rape."

...

Fu Han was woken up by the doctor’s ward rounds in the morning. She had stayed up late watching the Spring Festival Gala the night before and found it really hard to wake up.

Last night, she had asked He Xing to go home to sleep, but unusually for him, he was insistent on staying here to accompany her, even wanting to share the same bed with her.

He went to great lengths last night just to share the same bed with Fu Han. After she compromised and agreed to let him stay the night, he shamelessly claimed he could catch a cold sleeping on the sofa.

Fu Han didn’t think much of it, completely forgetting that her ward was heated and unlikely to result in a cold. When He Xing promised not to take any liberties, she agreed to share the bed with him.

Indeed, He Xing respected Fu Han and kept his promise. Despite an obvious physical reaction, he didn’t lay a hand on Fu Han. All night, he just stayed close to her.

But... when Fu Han woke up in the morning, she found several doctors and nurses already standing in her room, all witnessing her and He Xing poking their heads out from under the same blanket.

The situation was beyond embarrassing; it was the kind of moment where she wished the ground would swallow her up.

What made it worse was that He Xing had been so tantalizingly close yet untouchable throughout the night, which had made for a restless sleep. When he was awakened by the noise in the morning, he was in a haze and instinctively pulled Fu Han into his arms. Like a man caught in the act, he struggled to explain to the doctors, "Don’t misunderstand, we just slept together, nothing happened."

Fu Han, who had been wavering between sleepiness and alertness, snapped wide awake upon hearing this. She looked around at all the doctors and nurses, wishing she could hide in a hole, especially with everyone giving her looks as if to say, "No need to explain, we understand."

The results of the morning check-up were quite satisfying. Fu Han’s swelling had gone down, though some areas were still a patchwork of blues and purples, which would only fade slowly over time.

As for the wound on Fu Han’s arm, it was more serious, but fortunately, it hadn’t damaged any tendons. She would receive another day of antibiotics before being discharged.

This news delighted Fu Han, and she ate more breakfast than usual.

But her good mood was short-lived because Nan Qing visited after breakfast, bringing explosive news.

Last night, Ji Liangchuan put on an extravagant fireworks show that someone uploaded online, and combined with the "complex enmity" between Fu Han, He Xing, and others, their affairs were causing a stir on the internet.

Fu Han had been preoccupied with watching the Spring Festival Gala the night before and hadn’t looked at her phone.

Now, opening her phone, she was greeted with videos of last night’s fireworks show. Although she had already seen them once, she still found the dazzling fireworks beautiful and mesmerizing today, provided she ignored the parts related to her.

He Xing’s face darkened with each passing moment, and he said nothing.

Nan Qing was curious, having never seen He Xing jealous. She was eager to witness it, which was why she was so proactive in delivering the news.

However, Fu Han also didn’t look pleased. She stared at her phone with a fiery gaze, like a balloon ready to explode.

Within less than a minute, He Xing put down the phone and patted Fu Han’s shoulder, reassuring her, "Don’t worry about it; I’ll take care of this matter."

True to his word, Fu Han dropped the matter, tossing her phone under the pillow. Then she looked up at He Xing and said ungraciously, "I’m hungry and want to eat. Go and buy me something."

After a pause, she turned to Nan Qing and said, "How many of you are there? Let He Xing bring breakfast back for everyone."

"Two," Nan Qing responded without any hesitation, playfully sticking out her tongue and smiling, "Thank you. I have the same tastes as Fu Han, while Wang Yixuan prefers spicy food."

He Xing nodded and left immediately, without a word.

With only Fu Han and Nan Qing left in the ward, Nan Qing patted Fu Han’s shoulder and asked eagerly, "Fu Han, have you talked to Wang Yixuan yet?"

Recalling the task she had undertaken the previous morning, Fu Han was startled by Nan Qing’s question and felt a rush of guilt. "I’m sorry, Nan Qing. He Xing said it would be more appropriate for him to talk to Wang Yixuan, so I didn’t go to find him."

"He Xing is willing to help?" Nan Qing’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Fu Han nodded earnestly: "Yes, he said that since they’re both men, whatever they discuss might be more fitting. Wang Yixuan might not listen if I went."

"Right, right, He Xing has thought this through more carefully," Nan Qing agreed, nodding vigorously, then she dropped a casual, "Wait for me," before leaving Fu Han’s ward without waiting for a response.