Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 648 - 649: A Reasonable Request

Chapter 648: Chapter 649: A Reasonable Request

"It’s not like that..." Xia Ning’s face clearly showed resistance, but when she saw He Xing’s complexion turn sour, she instinctively shrank back and nodded carefully, "I understand, Brother He Xing, but can you wait until Dad arrives before you leave?"

The request wasn’t excessive, and since the caregiver had gone out to buy breakfast, if He Xing left, Xia Ning would be alone, which was genuinely concerning considering her current state.

He Xing walked to the window to call Xia Guoxiong, but unexpectedly, Xia Guoxiong’s phone was unreachable; He Xing had a stomach full of questions, wondering if Xia Guoxiong had blocked him. But that made no sense, Xia Guoxiong had no reason to block him.

Xia Ning sat on the bed, her knees hugged to her chest, watching He Xing. Seeing that he couldn’t get through, she asked softly, "Brother He Xing, can’t you get in touch with Dad?"

"No," He Xing turned back and smiled at Xia Ning, "Perhaps your dad is busy handling something, so he didn’t answer my call. I’ve already sent him a message."

Xia Ning obediently nodded. Since waking up, she hadn’t seen her father, and due to the confusion in her memory, she didn’t have a good recollection of Xia Guoxiong’s treatment of her, so she wasn’t particularly looking forward to seeing this father from her memories.

Even a part of her secretly hoped, if her father didn’t come at all, then He Xing could stay with her the whole time.

Thinking this, Xia Ning cheered up again.

However, Xia Ning’s cheerfulness didn’t last long, because even though He Xing was in the ward, he had not looked at her once, continuously tapping on his phone, engrossed in who knows what.

In fact, He Xing was writing an email to Fu Han. He knew Fu Han wasn’t used to checking email on her phone, so even if she had blocked He Xing’s calls, he could still send her an email to explain everything.

He Xing didn’t think Fu Han was being unreasonable; in fact, he felt it was right for her to be angry. He would have been angry in her place.

It took him nearly half an hour to compose and send the email. Once he confirmed that the email had gone through, his mood finally calmed somewhat, confident that once Fu Han checked her email, she would definitely see his message and would no longer be angry.

No sooner had He Xing sent the email than the caregiver returned with breakfast.

He had no appetite for breakfast, so he told Xia Ning, "Xia Ning, your dad can’t be here with you for now, and I have to leave for a while due to some urgent matters. Is it okay if the caregiver keeps you company?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Ning was on the verge of tears. She looked at He Xing with a saddened expression, "Brother He Xing, I’m scared to be alone. Didn’t you say you would leave after Dad came?"

"Yes, but I have urgent matters and need to step out now," He Xing was adamant. Xia Ning was no longer in mortal danger, all she needed was time to recover. On the other hand, Fu Han’s situation was urgent.

Xia Ning retreated nervously, tentatively saying, "Brother He Xing, I am sorry, please don’t be angry."

Truth be told, Xia Ning would have been better off not saying those words at all. As soon as she uttered them, He Xing really grew furious. He had always disliked girls who were meek and overly compliant without their own convictions.

He faced Xia Ning with a stern expression, "You’re in your twenties now. You’re capable of protecting yourself. If something happens, you can call me. There’s no need to be so timid."

"I understand," Xia Ning said she understood, but her expression clearly conveyed how fearful she was of making He Xing angry.

A sense of weariness took over He Xing. He knew that saying more was futile; over the past decade or so, he had lectured Xia Ning many times, but did she listen? If she had, she wouldn’t have ended up in her current predicament.

He Xing didn’t want to continue the topic any longer. He bent down to raise the bed for Xia Ning and then placed the specially purchased Red Dates and Bird’s Nest Porridge on the little table, "All right, have your breakfast now, and I’ll leave after you’re done."

Xia Ning looked up at He Xing just as he was bending down to arrange the spoon and steamed buns. To anyone unaware, they’d assume there was an intimate relationship between them.

And coincidentally, it was this very scene that Fu Han observed from the doorway.

The tall figure of He Xing bent over slightly towards Xia Ning, while Xia Ning looked up at him, her eyes shining bright and cheeks marked with a happy smile, clearly etching the words "He Xing, I like you" on her face.

Truly, if such a scene had occurred elsewhere, Fu Han would have undoubtedly captured it with her SLR camera.

Unfortunately, no matter how perfect the scene, if you’re the victim in it, you can only find it glaringly painful.

Fu Han had already stepped one foot into the ward when she suddenly halted. Perhaps it made sense to witness for herself how He Xing and Xia Ning interacted, because only when her presence was detected would this "peeping" make sense.

He Xing had carefully arranged each piece of tableware for Xia Ning. He placed a small iron spoon in her hand, "Hurry up and eat, I’ll leave after you’re done."

Obediently, Xia Ning nodded, "Thank you, Brother He Xing."

Without a word, she took a big spoonful of the thin porridge to her mouth, only to let out a cry the next second, spitting the contents out onto her hand, "It’s so hot, Brother He Xing, it’s so hot, quickly get me the trash bin."

Before they even began eating, the caregiver had already brought over the trash bin with a fresh garbage bag.

Immediately, He Xing picked up the bin, signaling Xia Ning to throw the content from her hand into it. After Xia Ning did so, she looked at her hand sticky with rice paste, "Brother He Xing, my hand feels so sticky, can you help me?"

"Sure, I’ll get you some paper." From last night until this moment, He Xing felt utterly drained, bereft of any patience. He quickly pulled out a few tissues and handed them to Xia Ning, "Hurry up and wipe it off."

Xia Ning didn’t grasp the tissue firmly, and as it fell, she quickly bent down to pick it up. He Xing’s reaction was quicker than hers, but though he successfully rescued the tissue, his head collided intimately with Xia Ning’s.

"Ow, that hurts," Xia Ning immediately cried out sadly, grabbing He Xing’s hand and placing it on her forehead, "Brother He Xing, you bumped into me; you have to rub it for me."

"Rub it yourself." He Xing was about to withdraw his hand, but before he could, a crisp female voice came from the doorway, "No wonder you refused to bring me breakfast, it turns out you are here, having breakfast with someone else."

"Xiaohan?" He Xing turned around in surprise, instinctively creating distance between himself and Xia Ning.