Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 598 - 599: Love and Freedom

Chapter 598: Chapter 599: Love and Freedom

Nan Qing nodded in agreement, and with a slight turn of her head, she looked at Fu Han with a concerned expression, "But what do you plan to do about Ji Liangchuan? He put on such a big show yesterday, and so many people know about it now. It’s impossible for you to pretend you don’t know."

"Didn’t He Xing say he would handle it?" Fu Han shrugged nonchalantly and smiled, "Let him deal with it then. After all, if it wasn’t for He Xing, I wouldn’t have met Ji Liangchuan."

Upon hearing this, Nan Qing grew curious and insisted that Fu Han must tell her about her relationship with Ji Liangchuan.

With nowhere to escape, Fu Han knew He Xing and Wang Yixuan wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon, so she decided to treat it as telling a story to Nan Qing.

She then recounted the entire story between her and Ji Liangchuan.

In truth, their interactions had been very limited. After all, they met each other late and hadn’t seen each other often; even with the romantic moment from the night before, Fu Han still felt that Ji Liangchuan couldn’t possibly like her.

...

The hospital was exceptionally quiet on the first day of the New Year, especially so in the morning.

There was a thick fog today, with visibility less than twenty meters. It felt as if one was looking at a scene with dry ice effects on a TV screen.

A shadowy figure could faintly be spotted standing beside a large tree not far from the back door of the hospital. The figure’s expression was obscured by the mist; only a vague outline was discernible.

Even though it was just a blurry silhouette, the figure still stood tall and proud like a stalwart pine, exuding an air of defiance, as if he would not sway even if the sky were to fall.

Amidst the rising fog, Wang Yixuan walked step by step towards the dark shadow, a complete drawing forming in his mind. It was a pity he had no paper or pencil at hand to capture it.

As he drew closer, he indeed saw it was He Xing. Wang Yixuan cleared his throat to draw his attention, "Mr. He, we can go buy breakfast now."

Wang Yixuan had already asked Nan Qing what she wanted for breakfast; she said she would wait for her parents to bring something over. However, Nan Qing suddenly changed her mind and asked Wang Yixuan to buy breakfast with He Xing, to which he agreed without a second thought.

He Xing turned slowly, like a slow-motion scene from a movie. His backdrop was ethereal as if in a void, but he himself was the sole presence of reality. His face, clearer now in the mist, was striking with well-defined features and piercing eyes.

He smiled, "Alright, it’s New Year’s Day; many breakfast shops are closed. We might need to look around a little."

Wang Yixuan nodded, and they kept a distance of one person’s width between them as they walked forward, neither speaking.

Wang Yixuan always had a high opinion of himself; since childhood, he knew he was handsome and always thought of himself as the most handsome man in the world. But in front of He Xing, he didn’t have the courage to utter these words.

It wasn’t that he thought he wasn’t as handsome as He Xing; he knew he was attractive, but he also thought He Xing was good-looking. Their charms were different; judgments depended on personal taste.

Exiting the hospital, they found the street which was formerly a bustling food strip. Residents and hospital patients would come here for food, resulting in a street wide for two cars regularly clogged with traffic.

However, the typically lively street was exceptionally quiet today. Not a single shop had its doors open; the street felt expansive but was not what He Xing and Wang Yixuan were hoping for.

He Xing looked around and chose to head left, suggesting as they walked, "Let’s check over there, there should be a place selling breakfast."

Wang Yixuan wasn’t familiar with the area; otherwise, he would not have agreed to join He Xing in buying breakfast. After all, he could have managed it on his own.

The street on the left was one of the bustling streets of A City. Despite most shops being closed, a few were still open.

They took a few steps in that direction, He Xing’s eyes flickering several times before he said slowly, "Mr. Wang, may I have a chat with you?"

Surprise flickered across Wang Yixuan’s face, but he quickly masked it and nodded politely, "Of course, feel free to speak your mind, I am all ears."

He Xing took a couple of steps and then paused, standing in the middle of a four-lane street devoid of people, eerily still like frozen time.

The morning sun hung high, its orange-yellow rays almost harmless, and while the mist lingered, visibility had improved to several dozen meters.

The sunlight stretched their shadows long across the ground, spanning over a dozen meters.

A crack appeared on He Xing’s icy facade, and he looked deeply at Wang Yixuan, "Actually, I’ve always felt that the issues between you and Nan Qing are your own, and outsiders shouldn’t interfere. But it seems to me that you might be stuck, and since Nan Qing and Fu Han are best friends, I... I’ve given it some thought and decided to talk to you."

"Did Nan Qing send you to talk to me?" Wang Yixuan’s eyebrows knit together, his displeasure plainly written on his face.

"No," He Xing spoke, a warm mist shrouding half of his face, making his eyes shine like stars in the night, "Nan Qing hasn’t spoken about your affairs with anyone. It’s just that I happened to overhear her parents discussing the matter, so I came to you."

Wang Yixuan stared at He Xing for nearly two minutes, as if trying to make sure he was telling the truth.

Eventually, the resistance on his face faded, but his expression remained flat: "Oh, I see. Then just say whatever you want to say."

He Xing blinked subtly, just once and no more than that, fleeting.

And in that instant, he suppressed all the guilt within his heart; his guess was correct, Wang Yixuan was an extremely proud individual, who had his own opinions on everything and didn’t want others to judge his affairs.

If Wang Yixuan knew that he was there at Nan Qing’s request, the conversation might have been over before it even started.

He Xing silently reviewed the script he had prepared in his mind, then spoke in the most casual tone, "In life, one encounters many things. At the moment they occur, you may not know which matters most. But time will give you the answer. Perhaps in the distant past, you might regret some decisions you made."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Wang Yixuan’s expression shifted slightly, but he still bluntly interrupted He Xing, forcibly suppressing the turmoil within him.

"What I want to say is simple," He Xing smiled, "it’s a matter of what you think is most important. Is it love or freedom?"