Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 641 - 642: Sensible Child

Chapter 641: Chapter 642: Sensible Child

"She’s such a sensible child," Xia Guoxiong nodded in satisfaction, and with a turn, he was already out of the door, not even looking back, as if what lay behind him was a hot potato he couldn’t wait to throw away, the faster the better.

He Xing shook his head slightly and reached into his pocket for his phone, intending to update Fu Han about the situation. It looked like he wouldn’t be able to bring Fu Han breakfast today, considering it was already past three in the morning.

But before he could finish typing his message, a weak voice reached his ear: "He Xing... Brother?"

He Xing swiftly turned around and, indeed, saw that Xia Ning had opened her eyes. Although they were dull and listless, at least she was awake.

"You’re awake?" He Xing approached the bedside and bent down to check on her, wanting to ascertain Xia Ning’s mother’s condition.

Xia Ning looked at He Xing with a puzzled face: "He Xing Brother? Are you really my Brother He Xing?"

"Yes, it’s me." He Xing faced the face that looked exactly like Du Wanting’s especially at this moment – Xia Ning’s lifeless eyes reminded him so much of Du Wanting’s at the moment she left this world; he truly couldn’t bring himself to be cruel.

He Xing tried to compose himself and said in as calm a voice as possible: "Xia Ning, how do you feel? Are you in pain? I’ll call the doctor to check on you."

"Don’t!" Xia Ning reacted strongly, suddenly stretching a hand to cover her head with the blanket, screaming loudly, "I don’t want, I don’t want, Brother He Xing, save me, someone wants to drag me to prison."

Half an hour later, the doctor finally finished the examination, speaking to He Xing with a grave expression: "Lady Xia Ning might have suffered a severe shock, which is why she’s experiencing memory disorder."

Before this, He Xing never imagined Xia Ning would attempt suicide. He had planned to wait for her to wake up and then ask her what had happened. Now that seemed out of the question, at least for the moment.

He Xing glanced back at Xia Ning; her head was still covered with the blanket, only her eyes peeking out tentatively, watching – more precisely, watching He Xing.

"Doctor, is there a way to cure this condition?" He Xing sighed deeply, his eyes expressing undeniable exhaustion.

"I can’t give you an exact time frame right now. Even in medicine, this condition is rare," said the doctor while rapidly writing on his notepad, "In a few days, a neurology expert will be coming to our hospital to give a lecture. At that time, we can have the expert take a look at Lady Xia Ning."

The latter part of the statement wasn’t much use to He Xing; if it wasn’t for the team of experts, with his capability, he could have the best experts from across the country or even the world come to treat Xia Ning.

After the doctor left, He Xing sat back down in his original seat, looking down at Xia Ning from his higher vantage point while she, in turn, was watching him. Their gazes met in mid-air, one calm, the other timid.

In He Xing’s memory, Xia Ning’s gaze always gave off an uncomfortable feeling. When she looked at you, you would think she had ulterior motives. But now, her eyes were surprisingly clear, as innocent as a newborn baby, sharply defined in black and white.

At first, He Xing did worry that Xia Ning was faking it, and even after the doctors made their diagnosis, he didn’t drop his suspicion. But looking at Xia Ning now, he knew that there might truly be something wrong with her psyche. After all, the former Xia Ning would never have such an expression in her eyes.

After who knows how long, Xia Ning’s timid voice spoke up: "Brother He Xing, what’s wrong with me? Don’t you want me anymore?"

In the past, whenever Xia Ning said something like this, He Xing would tremble with anger. Yet today, he actually found Xia Ning pitiful and felt a twinge of heartache for her.

With a rare gentleness, He Xing said to Xia Ning: "Xia Ning, don’t think nonsense. I won’t neglect you. And you still have your dad and... rest assured, your dad would never abandon you."

He had wanted to say, "you still have your dad and brother," but at that moment he thought of Xia Cheng in the detention center, uncertain when he would be out, so he improvised.

Fortunately, the current Xia Ning was easy to persuade. Even though there were obvious holes in He Xing’s words, she nodded vigorously. But after a few seconds, she hesitated before speaking again: "But Brother He Xing, I don’t want to be with dad. I only want to be with you."

"Why?" He Xing’s tone became gentler, but his eyes were as cold as frost, like the eyes of a cat stalking alone through the night, filled with calm and vigilance.

Xia Ning still looked at He Xing with wide eyes, like a little animal lost in the forest, unafraid upon seeing humans.

With an extremely innocent tone, she said: "Because my dad doesn’t like me at all. He only likes my brother, and he always yells at me."

Her words sounded like those of a little girl who had faced a great injustice. Having finally found someone to talk to, she opened up without reservation, sharing her innermost thoughts.

He Xing’s gaze became much deeper all of a sudden. He realized that although he always said he would take care of Du Wanting’s children while visiting her grave, his care had been far from attentive.

His care wasn’t care at all but rather just the minimum effort within his capabilities, like buying clothes and jewelry Xia Ning liked, or occasionally backing up Xia Cheng’s pretensions when he was in a good mood.

In the past, He Xing always thought that it was Xia Guoxiong’s lack of proper upbringing that made Xia Cheng and Xia Ning turn out the way they were – utterly useless and shallow heirs of wealth.

But on reflection, He Xing himself had never considered how to rectify the flaws in Xia Cheng and Xia Ning.

Take Fu Han as an example – she would argue with Xia Ning and Xia Cheng every other day. Although He Xing would mediate at the moment, he would analyze the reasons for the quarrel with Fu Han afterwards, teaching her the logic.

Even if most times he tactlessly lectured Fu Han when she was least receptive, causing her to be upset and uncooperative...

Over the years, persistence wore down resistance; Fu Han’s character improved, slowly blossoming into a rose—beautiful, graceful, and cultured, with a hint of thorns. More and more people began to say that Fu Han was a true lady of distinction.

Yet with Xia Ning, any friction with Fu Han was met by He Xing with an impartial punishment. Xia Ning never felt wronged by this; perhaps knowing that He Xing favored someone else, she was even happy that he was not biased towards Fu Han.