Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 647 - 648: The Car Broke Down

Chapter 647: Chapter 648: The Car Broke Down

Fu Han looked in the direction of the voice, only to find that it was Su Cheng, who was supposed to have left.

He poked half of his head out of the car window, and asked with concern, "Fu Han, what’s wrong, is there a problem with your car?"

Fu Han felt a surge of anger inside, but she maintained a calm demeanor on the surface. She shrugged in a feigned playful manner, "My car ran out of gas, but it’s okay, I can just take a taxi."

"It’s hard to hail a taxi today," Su Cheng said earnestly, "It’s fine, I’m not busy today."

Fu Han was hesitant. She felt that if Su Cheng found out she was going to see He Xing and Xia Ning, it would be very strange; and taking Su Cheng along to settle scores seemed like a fantastical idea no matter how you looked at it.

However, Su Cheng had already gotten out of the car and, with solicitous attentiveness, opened the passenger door: "Fu Han, please don’t worry that I have any untoward intentions. I may not be a gentleman, but I keep my word. I promised He Xing that I would stop pestering you, and I will definitely not pester you."

The underground parking lot was extremely quiet. Sedans parked one after another were like soldiers positioned in formation, their headlights like their eyes, silently watching Fu Han and the others.

Although Su Cheng’s voice was not loud, the genuineness and fervency it carried echoed powerfully through the empty parking lot and almost seemed deafening.

With the conversation having reached this point, it would seem too pretentious for Fu Han to continue insisting on not accepting the ride.

She said a word of thanks and compliantly got into Su Cheng’s car.

This was not the first time Fu Han had ridden in Su Cheng’s car. When they studied abroad, every time they went out to play, Su Cheng would rent a car and drive Fu Han and Nan Qing around.

After returning to Xia Country the year before last, Fu Han soon started working at Su Cheng’s company. They often used Su Cheng’s car when going out for business talks or outdoor shots.

Even today, although Su Cheng had taken over as the Chairman of Huangpu Group, he still drove the white Audi he had bought with his own money.

But perhaps due to the high frequency of use, today when Fu Han saw the Audi again, she distinctly felt that it looked much older.

The car slowly drove out of the underground parking lot, and the moment they emerged, sunlight shone on them, so dazzling, so blinding.

It’s just a pity that, no matter how dazzling the sun was, it was still winter’s sunshine. It might make the world brighter but could not warm the icy coldness inside Fu Han’s heart.

Cheng Yihan’s company was located in the city center. Today, A City had regained its usual hustle and bustle, with many people on the streets; there were elderly people taking walks, but even more young people were hurrying along with briefcases in hand.

Humans are gregarious creatures, but at the same time, they are also solitary animals.

Gregariousness arises because few people can endure loneliness for a long time, but even for two people who embrace each other to sleep every night, their thoughts are still solitary, because there is no such thing as true empathy in this world.

Fu Han’s gaze moved from the blue sky and white clouds overhead and landed lightly on the trees on both sides of the road.

She felt that it might not be bad to be a tree in the next life, to root silently in the soil, enduring all weathers in silence, enduring everything.

Throughout the journey, Fu Han was lost in thought, her mind wandering aimlessly, ideas bubbling up one after another, until finally, she completely spaced out, not even knowing what she was saying herself.

Su Cheng truly kept his promise. If Fu Han did not speak on the way, he would remain silent too, serving as an ideal confidant, receiving Fu Han’s emotions but never expressing any of his own.

The car came to a steady stop at the entrance of the hospital, and Su Cheng hesitated for a moment before asking in a low voice, "Fu Han, do you need me to accompany you inside?"

"No need," Fu Han suddenly felt somewhat guilty. She didn’t dare to look into Su Cheng’s eyes. Instead, she quickly turned her head, opened the car door, and rushed off as if escaping, without even saying goodbye.

She asked at customer service which Ward Xia Ning was in, and when she heard the room number, the anger she had barely managed to suppress flared up again.

On the way there, she had reflected, wondering if she had been too aggressive. What if Xia Ning really was hurt this time? Wouldn’t she have wronged He Xing?

But now that she knew Xia Ning was staying in the very Ward she had been in during her last hospital visit, Fu Han really felt that she was too naïve to think that Xia Ning had repented.

Fu Han made her way familiarly from the outpatient department to the Inpatient Department, familiarly boarded the elevator; along the way, she attracted many glances, but her expression was terrible, deterring others from making eye contact with her directly.

The distance between the elevator and the Ward was less than five meters. With every step Fu Han took, she felt an overwhelming heaviness in her heart. Even inside her mind, two little figurines were having a fight—one was insisting she find out the truth for herself, while the other was advising her it was better to turn back.

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Before He Xing could explain the situation with Xia Ning, Fu Han had already hung up the phone. Moreover, every word she spoke before hanging up struck He Xing’s heart like a dull thunderbolt.

Without a second word, he called Fu Han back, but the call was cut off upon connection. He called again, only to hear the message, "The number you have dialed cannot be reached." From past experience, he knew this meant Fu Han had blacklisted him again.

He Xing sighed helplessly, feeling that he needed to see Fu Han immediately and clarify the situation.

He took out Xia Guoxiong’s number, intending to ask him to accompany Xia Ning, but before he could make the call, Xia Ning had already wrapped her arms around him, "He Xing brother, why are you ignoring me again? Wasn’t I very obedient just now?"

He Xing was incredibly frustrated. If it were the old Xia Ning, he might have simply kicked her away, but these past few days, Xia Ning had become as vulnerable as a child, both mentally and physically.

His heart almost bursting, he patiently said to Xia Ning, "Yes, you did very well just now. But I have something urgent to attend to. Can you wait here for me, will that be okay?"

"Will you come back?" Xia Ning looked up at He Xing with big, innocent eyes, like a deer.

Such words would have never come from the old Xia Ning. She would never pass up any opportunity to see He Xing, and would always scheme to spend more time with him.

He Xing’s trust in Xia Ning’s selective memory loss grew another notch. His expression softened somewhat, and he spoke to her like coaxing a child, "Of course, I will come back. So you have to be good here, okay? Wait for your father to come, and don’t be frightened." He paused before continuing, "Your father actually loves you; you just don’t like the way he expresses it, right?"