Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 608 - 609: Any Demand

Chapter 608: Chapter 609: Any Demand

Immense joy flooded Fu Han’s heart, making her doubt for a moment if she had heard wrong.

It wasn’t until He Xing repeated it once more that Fu Han believed it was true. She hugged He Xing’s neck and kissed him forcefully on the cheek, "He Xing, you’re amazing, I love you."

"I love you too," He Xing held Fu Han tightly around the waist, as though embracing a treasure that could be whisked away by the wind at any moment.

In fact, on the way back to the hospital, He Xing had also hesitated whether what he was doing was right or not. But now, sitting in front of Fu Han and feeling her joy, he thought what he had done was correct. At the same time, he felt an extra pang of heartache for Fu Han.

When she sat alone in the ward waiting for He Xing, how anxious she must have been, how chaotic her thoughts, how scared.

But what did she have to be scared of, really? She was the one who had been hurt. As long as she didn’t forgive, there was nothing He Xing could do even if he had agreed, right?

But in fact, when thinking of it from another perspective, He Xing had made Fu Han suffer a lot for the sake of the Xia Family.

The one who was hurt was Fu Han, yet it was always He Xing who stepped forward, playing the good guy, asking Fu Han not to mind.

He Xing even knew clearly that if he insisted on releasing Yi Lixing, although Fu Han would be very sad, she would still agree, just like she had forgiven the people of the Xia Family every time before.

He Xing had always thought he loved Fu Han more than she loved him, but today he clearly felt that Fu Han’s love for him was much more intense than his for her.

True love is considering the other, preferring to be wronged oneself rather than letting the other person suffer.

Fu Han had done it, He Xing had not done it before, but from now on he would, he had confidence in himself.

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This was probably the loneliest New Year Xia Ning had ever had. She didn’t have the New Year’s Eve dinner, and on the first day of the year, she followed her father around, not even managing to eat a bite of food. She finally saw He Xing, and before she could say two words, she was rushed out.

At this moment, she was following behind Xia Guoxiong, waiting to meet with Yi Lixing.

This was Xia Ning’s first visit to a detention center. She was curious and a bit scared; everything here was so strange that she looked around with a fearful gaze.

The detention center was in the suburbs, in a very open location, with nothing around but this building.

Outside the detention center was a wide-open space, covered with weeds at some distance, and behind it was a large area enclosed by iron railings, forming a big yard.

Xia Guoxiong told Xia Ning that this was where the inmates were allowed to exercise.

A gust of wind blew from over there, and the faint sounds of shouting could be heard. Following the direction of the sounds, a group of people in gray and white prison uniforms were seen marching in step.

They were the female inmates, each with very short hair, exposing ears and necks, their uniformly cut hair, and uniforms made them look like a batch of defective products from an assembly line.

Xia Ning imagined what Yi Lixing’s days inside were like and worried whether he would turn her in. If she were sold out, would she become one of those female inmates?

If this had been before, she would never have thought this way, as He Xing would always have been able to smooth things over no matter how she mistreated Fu Han.

But today, she heard the bad news: He Xing was no longer willing to condone their mistakes unconditionally. Even though Fu Han was only injured and not killed, He Xing still refused to trade Xia Cheng for Yi Lixing.

She began to regret why she ever asked Yi Lixing and Qin Nuan to help her get rid of Fu Han. Those two were already scheming, and expecting them to keep her secret was utterly impossible.

A prison guard came out and told Xia Guoxiong they could go in for the visit now.

Xia Guoxiong cleared his throat and led the way inside, with Xia Ning quickly trotting to keep up.

Although there was sunshine outside, the detention center was quite dim, almost like dusk.

Perhaps because the buildings inside were unusually tall, much higher than ordinary residential houses, and the only light source was the windows near the ceiling. The windows, not even fifty centimeters wide, had a very limited ability to let in light.

A prison guard led the way. They went deeper inside, passing several checkpoints where they were scrutinized at every one. By the time they reached the innermost visitation room, Xia Ning had nothing on her but the clothes she was wearing.

The narrow, cramped room was just like what was shown on TV, a table divided in half by thick glass; on one side, the confinement within walls meant loss of freedom and dignity, on the other, the outside world, full of whatever one wished for.

If it were you, how would you choose?

Within minutes, Yi Lixing was led in, and as expected, he was dressed in prison garb, handcuffs and shackles on his wrists and ankles.

It hadn’t been long since Xia Ning last saw Yi Lixing. Seeing him now, she almost thought the guards had brought the wrong person.

Where was the refined and stylish middle-aged man? A buzz-cut, a waxen face, bloodshot eyes, and a scrawny body tucked inside loose clothes—anyone might think they had recognized the wrong person.

Xia Guoxiong picked up the handset and said, "Mr. Yi, I trust you’re well."

He wasn’t panicked like his daughter; he even seemed exceptionally indifferent. However, that made sense, as Xia Guoxiong had visited here the night before to negotiate terms with Yi Lixing.

Yi Lixing’s waxen face showed no emotion as he looked at Xia Guoxiong and Xia Ning through the glass, like a beast eyeing its prey.

He sized up the Xia father and daughter for a full two minutes. Finally, his low voice broke the silence, "I saw Xia Cheng today—he got beaten up."

The little color on Xia Guoxiong’s face faded as he just looked at Yi Lixing without speaking.

Yi Lixing’s mouth twisted into a malicious smile, "You don’t know, do you? Rapists are the most despised in prison, anyone can beat them. If Xia Cheng doesn’t get out soon, it won’t be just beatings he’ll have to worry about; he might start serving the prison boss. By then, he’ll be sick all over."

Yi Lixing’s years in the Public Relations Department weren’t for naught. Without Xia Guoxiong saying anything, he guessed that Xia Guoxiong had come back empty-handed, so he immediately started provoking him.

But what he said was true; rapists indeed get bullied by many in prison, whereas a "murderer" like him was the most feared presence—in the day he had been there, no one dared bully him.

After a few seconds, Xia Guoxiong’s voice finally emerged, "Yi Lixing, apart from getting you out, you can ask for anything else!"