Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 618 - 619 - Marry Me Earlier

Chapter 618: Chapter 619 - Marry Me Earlier

Step by step, she walked forward, the sparkle completely gone from her large eyes.

Xia Ning stood on the street, looking around, feeling the world so vast yet without a place for herself—there was a moment when she even felt that she should not have come into this world.

Upon reflection, it seemed she had not received much love in her life.

When her mother was around, she truly loved her, and children with mothers were indeed fortunate. Xia Ning was dressed like a princess every day, and she was the most popular child in the yard where they lived.

But after her mother left, Xia Guoxiong, busy with his work and having no time to take care of Xia Cheng and Xia Ning, simply hired a nanny to look after them.

The nanny, who was in her forties or fifties, despised Xia Ning’s hair for being difficult to manage and cut it off to sell, later telling Xia Guoxiong that it was Xia Cheng who had cut it.

Xia Cheng and Xia Ning, frightened by the nanny, knew it was pointless to complain, as the more they did, the harsher the beatings became, and so Xia Ning’s long hair was never spoken of again.

The hair cutting was just the beginning; the nanny, not in the mood to dress Xia Ning, would hastily throw clothes on her, leading to a sheer drop in her looks—soon, the other children in the yard stopped playing with her and shifted their attention to other pretty little girls.

When did the situation begin to change? It happened roughly the day Grandfather He unexpectedly brought He Xing to visit them.

Xia Guoxiong was, as always, not at home, leaving only the nanny to look after the siblings. Coincidentally, that day Xia Cheng mischievously broke something, prompting the nanny to beat him with a broom.

The younger Xia Ning was terrified and burst into tears; annoyed, the nanny, without a word, beat her as well.

This scene was, by chance, witnessed by Grandfather He and his group. Under Grandfather He’s command, Old Zhou taught the nanny a lesson, and then called to bring Xia Guoxiong back home.

Grandfather He was livid, questioning Xia Guoxiong on his way of parenting.

It was also then that Xia Guoxiong found out what his children endured daily. He appeared heartbroken, but more than that, he complained about being too busy with work to care for them, which he blamed for their plight.

That day Grandfather He took Xia Cheng and Xia Ning back to the He Family estate, saying Xia Guoxiong could retrieve the children once he’d found a reliable nanny.

From that day on, Xia Cheng and Xia Ning lived at the He Family home for a full half-year; if not for the Spring Festival, it’s likely Xia Guoxiong would have kept the children there even longer.

Honestly, even after many years, Xia Ning’s most cherished memories are still those six months spent with the He family. Grandfather He was very kind to her and Xia Cheng—not as much as Fu Han, but still very, very kind.

As for He Xing, since they were the daughters of Du Wanting, he always acted like a big brother to them, taking care of every little thing.

Perhaps it was precisely because those six months were too beautiful that Xia Ning became so firmly infatuated with He Xing and resolved to marry him.

Without exaggeration, the He family was Xia Ning’s Utopia—her lifelong dream, and only by marrying into the He family would she feel like a true princess.

With these thoughts, Xia Ning felt as if she had been injected with a shot of adrenaline—she knew that even though Qin Nuan held incriminating information on her, as long as Qin Nuan needed something from her, there was still room for negotiation.

Xia Ning took out her cellphone and dialed a number; a few minutes later, she hung up with a cruel smile on her lips.

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The Spring Festival vacation passed quickly, and for Fu Han it felt like the progress bar had been set at double speed—before she had even had time to enjoy it, the vacation was over.

Actually, this Spring Festival was the most boring one Fu Han had ever experienced because this year they had not gone on a trip, and even after being discharged from the hospital, she hadn’t left Lanwan Mountain once.

But this Spring Festival turned out to be the happiest one Fu Han had ever had from childhood; the world suddenly seemed simpler, with just Grandfather He, He Xing, and her—everyone she loved.

The only trouble was that He Xing would try every possible way to slip into Fu Han’s room to sleep each night.

At first, Fu Han was worried about the grandfather finding out and adamantly refused; but after an incident where He Xing almost fell off the balcony trying to get in, Fu Han didn’t dare to flatly rebuff him anymore. She had to "reluctantly" agree to let He Xing into her room.

The vast He Family villa was like a tiny fermenting vessel, and the news that He Xing was staying in Fu Han’s room spread through the entire house instantly.

Many servants looked at Fu Han differently—not with mockery, but with an amiable yet teasing gaze, although it seemed like a silent agreement as none mentioned it openly.

Only one person was the exception, and that was the esteemed Grandfather He of the He Family, who specially instructed the cook to prepare more dishes rich in protein during a breakfast.

He also spoke with meaningful depth to He Xing, advising him to be temperate and not over-indulge at such a young age, neglecting his health.

When he said this, Fu Han felt like she wanted to crawl into a hole; how had she not noticed He Xing’s dark circles? Before she could look for a hiding place, she carefully examined He Xing and indeed, there was a faint bruise under his eyes.

She tried to signal with her eyes for He Xing to explain, to clarify that what was between them was innocent, that they had kept that final line intact.

But even though He Xing clearly received Fu Han’s message, he answered in such an obedient manner, "Okay, Grandpa, I got it, I’ll be careful,"

That’s it, Fu Han felt like it was no longer about finding a crack in the ground but wishing she could just hit her head on a block of tofu and be done with it.

Later, when she confronted He Xing about it, he put on an irresistibly pitiful face: "Xiaohan, I’ve told you, grandpa dreams of holding a great-grandchild, and yes, we are innocent, but can’t we give him a little hope, right?"

Fu Han felt He Xing was terribly wrong but believed there was nothing wrong with giving the grandfather a bit of hope. She sincerely wished for Grandfather He to live a long and healthy life.

Meanwhile, He Xing continued his gentle persuasion, "Xiaohan, besides, it’s not that I didn’t want to explain, it’s that if I did, it would be no use, like trying to wash clean in the Yellow River. Do you want me to tell grandpa that I have dark circles because I’m tormented at night, struggling with desires but untouchable?"

Fu Han almost spat out a mouthful of blood. She punched him straight in the chest, wishing she could bury him in the dirt.

However, He Xing was completely oblivious to the landmines he had stepped on multiple times. He grabbed Fu Han’s hand while continuing a topic he’d repeated several times over the last few days: "Xiaohan, you’re still young, I know, but I’m not anymore. In a few years, I won’t be much of a catch, won’t you consider marrying me sooner rather than later?"