Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 603 - 604: An Unforgettable Oath

Chapter 603: Chapter 604: An Unforgettable Oath

"No need, no need," He Xing said urgently, speaking more than twice as fast as usual, "Don’t worry, Grandpa is fine. There’s just a minor issue at home, a business matter that Grandpa isn’t too familiar with, so I must go back and handle it."

"So that’s what it is," Fu Han said, her heart finally settling as she stopped in her tracks and looked at He Xing with concern, whispering, "Then you better hurry back. Have lunch at home, I can just order some takeout."

"Okay," He Xing had already reached the door, but after thinking it over, he turned back and kissed Fu Han on the forehead.

Fu Han wrapped her arms around He Xing’s neck and tiptoed to kiss his cheek, "Call me if there’s anything."

Whenever she kissed He Xing like this, he always felt as if he were taking care of a daughter, and indeed that was the case. In his heart, Fu Han was like a daughter to him, and he wanted to dote on her as one.

Before he left, he took a deep look at Fu Han, her beautiful eyes sparkling, shining with love, unforgettable even if one tried.

In the blink of an eye, the ward was left with only Fu Han by herself. She hummed a song while opening her phone to order takeout, feeling very happy today, even eating lunch alone.

"Fu Han, have you had lunch?" Suddenly, a gentle voice rang out.

Fu Han looked up following the direction of the voice. It was Mrs. Nangong standing at the door without coming in, her gentle face showing genuine concern.

"Hi, Auntie, I was just about to order some takeout," Fu Han said, warmth flowing slowly through her heart. She always felt an unconscious sense of closeness when she saw Mrs. Nangong, perhaps because Mrs. Nangong’s warmth was reminiscent of her mother’s, or maybe all mothers in the world looked alike.

"Then it’s perfect, come and join us for lunch," Mrs. Nangong’s smile deepened as she gently took Fu Han’s hand, "I had the servant make coconut chicken today, I remember you really liked it last time."

"But..." Fu Han hesitated, it always felt awkward for her to join the Nangong family for meals, as if she were intruding.

Mrs. Nangong immediately saw the thoughts behind Fu Han’s hesitation and patted her back affectionately, her smile especially gentle, "In my heart, you and Nan Qing are the same, you’re both my daughters. If you really don’t want to eat with us, how about I bring some dishes over for you?"

With things put this way, Fu Han couldn’t refuse any longer and quickly waved her hand, "Auntie, you’re making too much of it. I’ll come and join you for lunch. It’s more lively to eat together."

"That’s wonderful, let’s head over together," Mrs. Nangong warmly linked arms with Fu Han, planning to lead her.

Yet, Fu Han abruptly remembered something and tugged at Mrs. Nangong’s arm, whispering, "Auntie, I have something to say to you. Could you give me two minutes of your time?"

"Of course," Mrs. Nangong stopped immediately, looking at Fu Han tenderly and asked softly, "Fu Han, what do you want to talk about?"

"I..." Looking at Mrs. Nangong’s full-faced concern, Fu Han suddenly felt at a loss for words. But remembering what Nan Qing had asked of her earlier that morning, she still mustered the courage to speak up, "Auntie, I just want to ask you, what exactly do you think of Wang Yixuan?"

"Are you asking about that?" Mrs. Nangong chuckled, her laugh breaking the tension as she playfully nudged Fu Han’s nose, her affection quite evident, "I know what you’re getting at. Are you worried because both Nan Qing’s dad and I disapprove of Nan Qing being with Wang Yixuan?"

"I... I didn’t think that." Indeed, Fu Han spoke truthfully; on Wang Yixuan’s first visit to Nan Qing’s home, she had clearly felt that Nan Qing’s parents quite liked him.

Mrs. Nangong’s smile grew even brighter, and she patted Fu Han’s hand, her voice warm and soft, "Nan Qing’s dad and I both like Wang Yixuan. We just think that marriage is an important matter and that once married, a couple should spend their lives together. But they’ve only known each other for such a short time, and their understanding of each other isn’t clear. To get married under these circumstances would be disrespectful to each other."

"Hearing you say that puts my mind at ease," Fu Han smiled, her large eyes fixed on Mrs. Nangong, "So, Auntie, you mean to say that as long as Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan understand each other and don’t treat marriage lightly, you and Uncle won’t object, right?"

"Exactly," Mrs. Nangong beamed, ruffling Fu Han’s hair gently and speaking softly, "Nan Qing certainly didn’t make a mistake befriending you; you really care about her."

"She’s been good to me too," Fu Han smiled, but then her smile faded, and she said with evident sadness, "But... Auntie, I haven’t had the chance to say I’m sorry."

"About the child?" Mrs. Nangong asked, puzzled. After receiving an affirmative nod, she gave a wistful smile, "If I said it didn’t hurt, that would be a lie. I’m even more heartbroken than Nan Qing, but I must tell you, Fu Han, I don’t think Nan Qing did anything wrong. She’s your friend, and it’s only right for her to help you when you’re in danger."

Fu Han looked down silently, unsure what to say. If Nan Qing hadn’t appeared, if she hadn’t taken that flowerpot to the assailant without a second thought, she might be dead by now—dead in the worst way imaginable.

She was grateful to Nan Qing, her empathy and life-saving heroism were immeasurable; but from another perspective, hadn’t Nan Qing risked her own life to save hers? This left her at a loss on how to view Nan Qing’s actions.

Mrs. Nangong’s eyes also welled with tears; she sniffled before speaking again, "Fu Han, Nan Qing is an only child. Right now, we’re here to protect and accompany her, but one day we will be gone. I just hope that even though you and Nan Qing are not blood sisters, you can be good sisters who help each other, and treat each other like family."

"I will, Auntie, I promise. No matter what difficulties Nan Qing faces, I will never stand by idly. I will help her with all my might," Fu Han pledged, her voice low yet determined.

"Good child, thank you." Tears slipped from Mrs. Nangong’s eyes.

Although Fu Han didn’t cry, she was just as emotional as Mrs. Nangong. Her promise wasn’t just to Mrs. Nangong; it was a deep commitment etched into her heart, unforgotten for a lifetime—her debt to Nan Qing, a duty, and a willingness to protect her as a sister.