Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 650 - 651: I Won’t Abandon You

Chapter 650: Chapter 651: I Won’t Abandon You

He Xing, having no other choice, especially when he faced the face that was identical to Du Wanting’s, could only say helplessly, "Yes, you are my sister, I won’t abandon you."

The sky suddenly seemed to turn gray, something disappeared in the blink of an eye, and it wasn’t anything else but the last flicker of hope in Fu Han’s heart.

She suddenly felt utterly exhausted, not understanding why she bothered to come here, facing what was clearly mockery directed at herself.

Fu Han slowly turned around and walked towards the door, with He Xing calling out loudly from behind her, "Xiaohan, wait a second, I have something to tell you."

But Xia Ning was prepared and clung tightly to He Xing’s arm without letting go, crying out again with a squeal akin to the slaughter of a pig, "Brother He Xing, don’t go, don’t leave Xiaoning alone."

Now, every time Fu Han heard Xia Ning’s cries, she felt utterly uncomfortable. She quickened her pace and hurried towards the elevator without stopping.

With a ding, the elevator door opened before she reached it.

Su Cheng rushed out hurriedly, smiling brilliantly upon seeing Fu Han, "Fu Han, you left your mobile phone in my car, I’ve brought it to you. Lucky that I found you."

Upon closer inspection, one could see the fine beads of sweat on the tip of Su Cheng’s nose, clear and shiny like dewdrops on grass in the early morning.

Fu Han guessed that Su Cheng must have run the whole way in his haste to deliver her phone, which explained the sweat. She recalled how she had been afraid that Su Cheng might follow her when she got out of his car.

She felt a bit guilty and sincerely said, "Thank you."

Su Cheng, embarrassed by Fu Han’s politeness, chuckled in his simple and honest way, "No worries, no worries. Such a small favor doesn’t warrant your thanks."

Fu Han didn’t insist on the issue and quickly changed the subject, "Let’s go."

"Have you finished handling your matters?" Su Cheng asked worriedly. It had only been about a quarter of an hour since Fu Han got out of the car, and he was genuinely concerned that she hadn’t finished her business.

"It’s all taken care of," Fu Han replied urgently, pressing the elevator button while praying in her heart for the elevator doors to open quickly.

Just now, since Su Cheng came out of the elevator last, there were others who needed to take the elevator upstairs, hence it went straight up without stopping on this floor.

It was exactly what one fears that comes to pass; just as Fu Han was about to take the elevator, He Xing, calling out Fu Han’s name, emerged from Xia Ning’s ward.

He ran all the way up to Fu Han before he noticed Su Cheng was there too. He Xing’s face, previously full of urgency, froze upon seeing Su Cheng, and his expression calmed down a great deal.

"Xiaohan, it’s not what you think. Listen to me, let me explain," He Xing said, attempting to pull Fu Han’s hand. By his usual standards, his tone today really sounded subdued.

Fu Han knew that, but the anger in her heart was still raging, only hidden because Su Cheng was present.

Quarrels between couples should be a private matter. There’s no need to expose one’s wounds to anyone who comes along, as it serves no purpose and is also embarrassing.

Thus, Fu Han deftly avoided He Xing’s hand and said in a lowered voice, "I don’t want to argue with you right now. Someone is still waiting for you; you’d better hurry back."

"I can’t let you leave like this, I have to make things clear." He Xing moved sideways, blocking Fu Han’s way, making it clear he wouldn’t let her into the elevator even if it arrived.

Fu Han glanced at Su Cheng and said significantly to He Xing, "Are you sure you want to make things clear here?"

She feared that in the end, it would be He Xing who felt embarrassed. After all, the wrongdoing originated from He Xing, and she had no reservations. She spoke out of consideration for He Xing’s dignity.

He Xing’s face underwent a slight change. A man’s "face" is highly valued – Fu Han knew this, and He Xing was all the more aware.

His lips pressed tightly together, and it was evident that he hesitated, but he still showed no signs of letting Fu Han leave.

Su Cheng caught on with one glance that there was a problem between the two and coughed knowingly, saying, "Well, Fu Han, now that I’ve given you your phone, and since you’ve still got things to do, I’ll be going first."

This was the best solution, a face-saving way out for all three of them.

Fu Han was about to agree, but then she caught sight of a piece of clothing from the corner of her eye fluttering past the door of Xia Ning’s ward. She knew it was Xia Ning eavesdropping from behind the ward’s door.

This realization made Fu Han change her mind on the spot. She turned and smiled radiantly at Su Cheng, "Didn’t you say we were going to have breakfast together later? Why are you leaving? He Xing doesn’t have anything that important to say, surely it will just take a couple of sentences."

As expected, He Xing’s face turned ugly as soon as she finished speaking.

Fu Han stuck out her tongue and smiled playfully and sweetly, "Alright, He Xing, say whatever you want to say quickly. If there’s nothing to discuss, then I’m leaving. After all, you’ve had your breakfast, and I haven’t yet."

She was intentionally emphasizing the breakfast issue. After all, it was He Xing himself who insisted on bringing Fu Han breakfast this morning. However, when Fu Han arrived at Xia Ning’s ward, she had stumbled upon the ambiguous scene of He Xing and Xia Ning having breakfast together.

He Xing’s face, as black as the bottom of a pot, suddenly became as white as snow. His body even seemed to sway, as if he couldn’t quite stand steady, prompting an inexplicable softening in Fu Han’s heart.

Simultaneously, He Xing’s usually clear and resonant voice chimed in, "Last night, in the middle of the night, I received a call from Uncle Xia saying Xia Ning attempted suicide. When I arrived at the hospital, she was still in resuscitation, having lost a lot of blood. The surgery did not finish until close to dawn, and Uncle Xia, being old and unable to cope, went back home to sleep, asking me to look after her here."

"Does looking after her involve that?" Fu Han, her anger flaring at the thought of the scene she had witnessed upon arrival, retorted with head raised, accentuating each word, "You bowing your head, her lifting hers, if I hadn’t appeared, would you two have kissed in the next second? Do you not want to explain this? Or do you think that no matter what you do, I won’t mind it?"

After considering what had happened when Fu Han entered, He Xing replied with a laugh that was more like a cry, "I was setting up the table for Xia Ning; you know those bedside tables can be a bit tricky. I swear on my life that even if you hadn’t come in, I would definitely not have kissed her."

This was indeed true. Fu Han herself had stayed in this ward for several days; the bedside tables in the deluxe wards are indeed useful but a hassle to set up; patients were almost incapable of doing it themselves, and always required assistance.