Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 600 - 601: Must Avenge a "Grudge

Chapter 600: Chapter 601: Must Avenge a "Grudge

This was a simple sentence, but it felt particularly different to He Xing; it was as if there was a different meaning hidden in his words.

He Xing’s already low spirits sank even further, and he responded with a "hmm."

The two entered the elevator, one after the other; the hospital was eerily quiet on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the large elevator car held only the two of them.

The aluminum walls of the elevator and the mirror were no different, allowing them to clearly see each other’s expressions.

Wang Yixuan caught a glimpse of He Xing’s complexion unintentionally, which really bore no difference to an iceberg, exuding an air of keep-away.

After a moment of thought, he decided to speak up, "Mr. He Xing, since you discussed my affairs, you wouldn’t mind if I talk about yours, right?"

"What do you want to say?" He Xing turned his head toward Wang Yixuan, confusion on his handsome face rather than distaste.

Wang Yixuan was quite surprised by the reaction; his earlier comment had been somewhat petty, for he disliked others directing him and was equally averse to meddling in other people’s business.

Indeed, he had his opinions about He Xing’s recent phone call, but under normal circumstances, he would never have voiced them.

Wang Yixuan steadied himself and spoke in as calm a voice as possible, "Even a life-saving favor does not mean you should take responsibility for the Xia Family for a lifetime. Anyone in this world who does wrong must face punishment, especially since this is something they ought to bear."

"I know," He Xing said bluntly, his voice but two words. There was a moment when He Xing even wanted to ask Wang Yixuan if Fu Han had asked him to say what he just said.

However, just as he was about to speak, He Xing suddenly remembered that the recent phone call had been unexpected, and it was impossible for Fu Han to have predicted it beforehand. Besides, it was Fu Han who had asked him to help talk to Wang Yixuan today. Therefore, he restrained himself and did not utter any hurtful words.

Unfortunately, the last thread of balance in Wang Yixuan’s mind was shattered by He Xing’s terse response. He thought, irritated, why is it that when you talk to me, I have to listen calmly, but when I try to talk to you, you barely acknowledge me?

With a cough, Wang Yixuan spoke again, "Mr. He, when I met Fu Han, she was very sad. I later found out that she had been hurt during that time, because someone from the Xia Family had harmed her, yet because of your own obligation of a life-saving favor, you morally bound Fu Han, preventing her from seeking justice for herself!"

These words struck like thunder in He Xing’s ears, and he immediately recalled the first time Fu Han went to M Country, indeed heartbroken, out on a trip with her aunt and uncle to clear her mind.

Later, missing Fu Han terribly, He Xing used the same tactic, using his grandfather as leverage to "coerce" Fu Han to return, to "deceive" her into marrying him, wanting to keep her by his side forever in this way.

And after that, what he brought Fu Han was one hurt after another, indeed not inflicted by his own hands, but by repeatedly pleading on behalf of the culpable Xia siblings, allowing them to be aggrieved again and again.

He Xing’s already dark expression grew even darker; he was silent as he looked at Wang Yixuan, his icy eyes filled with towering waves, but it was uncertain whether those waves were sweeping over himself or someone else.

Ding!

The elevator doors opened.

Wang Yixuan was the first to walk out; he took a few steps before turning back to address He Xing with a voice devoid of any emotion, "I remember when I first knew Fu Han, she was very unhappy every day. Her aunt and uncle often came to me for help in private; I think even now that you’re a couple, or in the future a married couple, the debt you owe for the life saved is not Fu Han’s burden — she doesn’t need to repay it for you. I hope you can see that clearly for yourself."

After speaking, Wang Yixuan didn’t linger; he turned and walked straight to Nan Qing’s ward.

The vast corridor had only He Xing; even doctors and nurses were nowhere to be seen.

The long hallway was lined with stark white walls, doors tightly shut on either side, with only a small skylight at the end of the hallway where sunlight poured in.

But even during the day, even with the sun outside, the small skylight could hardly satisfy the need for light in the place, so the overhead intelligent lights were still on.

However, daylight was not like night; the overhead lights were not as bright, giving off an orange hue, looking like many suns overhead at first glance.

He Xing leaned against the cold wall, his mind still on the words Wang Yixuan had spoken.

Many of the principles He Xing understood, like the fact that he owed the Xia Family’s people, not Fu Han.

He knew too that the Xia Family had hurt Fu Han again and again, and yet he always asked Fu Han to let it slide for various reasons.

He wasn’t clueless; he used to always hope that Fu Han would forgive the Xia Family, thinking he would make it up to her by being doubly good to her in the future, not allowing her to be wronged.

But from another perspective, if Fu Han was unwilling to let go of the grudge against the Xia Family, would he stop being good to Fu Han?

Four years ago, because He Xing didn’t get it, Fu Han had left him.

Three years of solitude, three years of longing — hadn’t he figured it out yet?

Now, with time and circumstances changed, his feelings for Fu Han had deepened, and at the same time, he knew Fu Han was deeply in love with him. So should the favored be complacent?

All this came down to one thing — what right did he have to ask Fu Han to forgive those who had wronged him? None, he had no such right.

The jarring ring of the phone broke the silence, feeling like a scene from a horror movie in the broad daylight, with He Xing being slightly startled by the unexpected sound.

He pulled his phone from his woolen coat pocket; it was Xia Ning’s call. He knew what Xia Ning would say without having to guess, so he hung up immediately.

It wasn’t that Xia Ning was calling out of genuine concern for Xia Cheng, but rather because it was an opportunity for her to contact He Xing legitimately, nothing more.

There were a bunch of unread messages on the phone, mostly from Xia Ning and Xia Guoxiong. The former expressed a desire to see He Xing; the latter, as always, used moral coercion, implying that He Xing could not neglect Xia Cheng.

The more he read, the more irritated he became; disregarding Xia Guoxiong’s text, he simply told Xia Ning that he was busy today and would see her another time.

Among the clutter of messages, there was only one from Fu Han, standing out starkly from the unread ones.

The content was simple: "He Xing, I heard that Wang Yixuan has returned. Where are you, why haven’t you come back yet? Did something happen?"