Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 661 - 662: Kiss Under the Sunlight

Chapter 661: Chapter 662: Kiss Under the Sunlight

Many people still sat on the grass, basking in the sun—couples young and old, married spouses, families with children, and elderly with graying hair.

A bit further, the skating rink echoed with the laughter of children and the loud shouts of the youth, while spirited songs played over the loudspeaker.

Nobody knew how long their kiss lasted, but fortunately, this was a popular dating spot for young people, so though others saw them kissing, no one said anything.

In fact, many even took out their phones to freely capture this romantic scene.

After all, with a handsome man and a gorgeous woman kissing under the sun on the lawn, it was such a picturesque and rare sight that just any snap could become a computer’s wallpaper.

At this moment, Fu Han wouldn’t know that many years later, when she and He Xing were sunbathing on an open-air balcony, she would still miss this moment the most.

She wouldn’t miss the act of kissing He Xing, but the way they kissed unabashedly under the sunlight.

It was this passionate and tender kiss that deepened their trust in each other’s feelings and heightened their anticipation of spending the rest of their lives together.

What Fu Han also didn’t know was that not far from them, a handsome man with a sinister glint in his eyes watched them intently. His unusually large peach blossom eyes, void of their usual mirth, harbored bone-deep hatred and a relentless obsession.

For couples arguing, kissing is often the best and quickest way to reconcile—one kiss might not be enough, then make it two, and if two isn’t enough, then a little more.

When they left the park where the skating rink was, Fu Han and He Xing held hands, cleverly and tacitly avoiding any topics related to Xia Ning. They discussed Grandfather He’s health, Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe’s upcoming engagement ceremony, the current state of Nan Qing and Wang Yixuan’s relationship, and even the movie they were going to start filming soon.

There was a considerable distance from the park to Fu Han’s company, and with He Xing privately wishing to spend more time with Fu Han, he drove slowly.

As for Fu Han, although she claimed she needed to get back to work, it was merely an excuse since she was still angry with He Xing and naturally wouldn’t have agreed readily to accompany him to a movie.

Although deep down she actually wanted to see the movie, due to pride, Fu Han ultimately did not do a volte-face. Instead, she calmly asked He Xing to drive her back to the company.

The journey took about an hour. Fu Han previously disliked car rides, but today she felt the hour-long trip was a bit too short; she had much more she wanted to say to He Xing.

However, the sense of longing did not make Fu Han feel regretful; she was just pleased that she and He Xing had so much to talk about, that their worldviews aligned so perfectly, and that their perspectives were so consistent. Often, before one could speak, the other would have already said the very words intended.

Fu Han resolved to communicate more with He Xing in the future. They should regularly share their views on matters, which would help maintain their highly similar philosophies.

He Xing drove Fu Han all the way to her company’s building, where two bodyguards were already waiting for them.

After alighting from the car, He Xing wrapped his arm around Fu Han’s waist very naturally, rubbed his nose against her forehead as one would coax a child, and said, "Work well this afternoon. Make sure to finish on time; I will come pick you up."

After some persistent coaxing, Fu Han finally agreed to have dinner with He Xing at the Fu Family home that evening. She also insisted that He Xing stop bringing up formal titles, and they should address each other as before—"little aunt and little uncle," "uncle and auntie."

...

In Xia Ning’s ward.

Xia Guoxiong paced back and forth, hands behind his back, in front of the hospital bed. His eyes often fell upon Xia Ning, his face clouded with doubt and disbelief.

Xia Guoxiong at this moment differed from the one He Xing had seen the night before. Last night’s Xia Guoxiong had hair so greasy it reflected light, was unkempt and dirty, and exuded a strange odor—overall, the image of a disheveled middle-aged man who had given up on appearances.

But after going home to shower, wash his hair, and sleep, Xia Guoxiong seemed much refreshed. Added to that, with a stylish hairdo set in place by some hair gel, a beautifully priced woollen coat, and shining, polished leather shoes, he had transformed back into the image-conscious CEO of the Xia Group.

Xia Ning lay half-propped up in bed, clutching her blanket, her face flushed red, with large, fearful eyes watching Xia Guoxiong.

"Xia Ning, you have to make it clear to Dad—are you truly unable to remember anything, or are you pretending not to remember?" Xia Guoxiong leaned in closer, his square face clearly etched with suspicion.

"I..." Xia Ning shrank back, seeming very afraid of the man in front of her, "Dad, I... The doctor said I have selective amnesia."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Xia Guoxiong’s face turned very ugly as he frowned at Xia Ning. "Just like you said, you’ve forgotten some things and remember others?"

Looking somewhat fearful, Xia Ning nonetheless obediently nodded her head, "That’s what the doctor said, but I also don’t know which things I remember and which I’ve forgotten."

Xia Guoxiong’s bushy eyebrows furrowed deeply, and a few minutes later, he erupted into a loud laughter that, although soft, was particularly grating. It was like the cry of a night owl—a chilling sound to hear, "Then whenever someone asks if you did something wrong, you can just say you don’t remember, couldn’t you?"

"That’s what I thought too," Xia Ning agreed with a nod, only to then furrow her brow again the next second, "But Brother He Xing said he would try his best to help me regain my memory. Dad, what should I do?"

This was the first time Xia Ning had called him "Dad" since she woke up. But when the word left her lips, it felt so strange. "Dad" should be a term of warmth and affection, but coming from Xia Ning, it sounded so awkward—as if it wasn’t a term of endearment, but a cold, detached name or a code. In fact, if possible, Xia Ning would rather address Xia Guoxiong by his name. But being in need, she had to be a bit more polite.