Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 681 - 683: Strawberry on the Neck

Chapter 681: Chapter 683: Strawberry on the Neck

Zhao Ting nodded and didn’t ask further questions. After saying goodbye, she headed towards the door, and as she walked, she looked back again.

This time, Fu Han didn’t rush to lower her head to work. Instead, unusually for her, she watched Zhao Ting leave. Thus, when Zhao Ting looked back unexpectedly, the two made eye contact without any preparation.

Zhao Ting’s face turned red, and her beautiful eyes revealed an undeniable panic. Her lips trembled as she struggled to speak, "Mr. Fu... It might be better to cover your neck with some concealer."

After uttering these words, Zhao Ting fled as if escaping and thoughtfully closed the door for Fu Han on her way out.

Fu Han touched her neck for a long while without realizing what was wrong until she went to the restroom and looked in the mirror. Only then did she finally understand how embarrassing her situation was.

It turned out that the last kiss from He Xing left a very clear strawberry mark on Fu Han’s neck, and it was so close to her earlobe that her sweater’s slight collar couldn’t cover it at all.

Thinking of He Xing’s childish behavior, Fu Han felt both amused and annoyed, hurriedly took out her concealer, and carefully applied it. However, such an obvious red mark wasn’t something you could simply cover up if you wanted to.

...

He Xing had just set foot out of Fu Han’s company building when he received a call from Xia Ning.

As soon as the call connected, Xia Ning’s characteristically coquettish voice came through, "He Xing brother, didn’t you say you’d come to see me today and bring me breakfast? Why haven’t you arrived yet? I’m so hungry."

He Xing’s handsome face showed no expression as he replied in his usual indifferent tone, "If you’re hungry, ask the nurse to buy you breakfast. I’ll come over in a while."

"No, I don’t want breakfast bought by someone else," Xia Ning immediately protested, her voice becoming as sharp as if someone was cutting glass with a rusty knife.

He Xing furrowed his brow and said icily, "In that case, just wait."

Today was the day for Xia Ning’s medical examination, and although He Xing didn’t say much, he was very concerned about Xia Ning’s amnesia.

He had researched and found that indeed, some people could develop amnesia after a severe shock, although they were a minority. Furthermore, Xia Ning’s amnesia was truly troublesome. Since the amnesia, she had been fearful of her father, which meant He Xing had to spend more time than usual with her.

Liang Tao had already been waiting for He Xing at the Inpatient Department’s entrance. As he approached, Liang Tao immediately greeted him, "Mr. He, the breakfast is ready for you."

He Xing casually received the breakfast and walked towards the elevator without stopping.

Liang Tao hesitated for a moment but mustered the courage to follow. It was already past the early hours, and the elevator was nearly empty except for them and an elderly person carrying a thermal lunch box.

Liang Tao glanced around with his small eyes and then hesitantly started, "Mr. He... I heard that you asked me to work overtime this weekend. What are the tasks you have arranged for me?"

His question succeeded in snapping He Xing back to the unpleasant experience earlier that morning. His expressionless eyes swept over Liang Tao, "Are you so lacking responsibility? If I don’t assign work to you, won’t you know what to do?"

The sweep of those eyes sent chills down Liang Tao’s spine, and he instinctively shrank his neck, wanting to flee the elevator.

But a few seconds later, he risked another query, "Um... Mr. He, did you suffer any upset this morning? Did someone offend you?"

Liang Tao wondered if someone had offended He Xing, why else would he suddenly have Zhao Ting and himself work overtime on the weekend?

A flash of realization struck Liang Tao, and he pieced together the disjointed hints from Zhao Ting with He Xing’s reaction.

He spoke before He Xing could answer, "Mr. He, is it possible that Zhao Ting has upset you by being thoughtless? Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her sternly when I get back today. I guarantee such an incident won’t happen again."

He Xing’s eyebrows lifted slightly as he looked at Liang Tao with a meaningful gaze, "Then you should focus on this matter this weekend. If it isn’t resolved satisfactorily, you won’t get any rest for the next two weeks."

It wasn’t until the elevator doors opened that Liang Tao realized what He Xing had said. Overwhelmed with joy, he excitedly punched the wall—his weekend overtime was canceled, and how could he not be thrilled?

He Xing carried the breakfast he had bought for Xia Ning and headed towards her Ward. Just as he was about to reach Xia Ning’s Ward door, he suddenly noticed a figure flitting past the emergency staircase, a figure that seemed oddly familiar.

A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes but quickly faded away.

Xia Ning burst into joy at the sight of He Xing, jumping up and cheering as she ran towards him, "He Xing brother, you’ve finally arrived. I’ve missed you so much."

Although the previous Xia Ning spoke in a cutesy way, she didn’t hang onto phrases like "I miss you" or "I like you" as if they were slogans, nor would she throw herself at He Xing at the drop of a hat as she did now.

He Xing deftly dodged to the side and said coldly, "Stay there, don’t move around, and speak properly."

"Okay." Xia Ning obediently stopped and put on an exceedingly pitiful face, "He Xing brother, I just missed you."

He Xing’s eyebrow twitched as he replied coldly, "Didn’t you say you were hungry? Hurry up and eat."

"Thank you, He Xing brother," said Xia Ning happily as she took the breakfast.

After opening the breakfast box, she spun her eyes and said with a mischievous smile, "He Xing brother, my hand still hurts and has no strength. Could you feed me, please?"

"No," He Xing replied self-absorbedly as he sat on a single sofa. He began to take a laptop out of his briefcase and said expressionlessly, "What strength do you need to eat? You seemed lively enough just now. If you don’t want to eat, throw it in the bin. I’m definitely not going to feed you."

He Xing opened his laptop and couldn’t help but think to himself, both of them women, why is Fu Han so independent that he wants to feed her yet can’t, whereas Xia Ning is so delicate as if she can’t take care of herself? She’s selectively amnesiac, not handicapped.

While eating her food, Xia Ning eyed He Xing, who looked as consistently handsome as ever, even more attractive than usual. His face bore a hint of cosmetics.

Previously, He Xing never gave off the impression he was wearing makeup. Xia Ning scrutinized his face, puzzled, until finally, she noticed something off.