Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 192: Chapter 192 She Needs You Now Chapter 192: Chapter 192 She Needs You Now He smiled hurriedly, trying to sound as gentle as possible, “Yes, I’ve found the best doctors in the world for you. They can definitely restore your appearance, so don’t worry.”

“Then… thank you.” Fu Han nodded, revealing a fleeting smile on her face, which disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared.

Still, He Xing felt satisfied. He rubbed his hands together and said with a hint of a coaxing tone, “Xiaohan, rest here for a while. I’ll go buy you breakfast.”

“I’d better go,” Su Cheng hurriedly stood up and walked toward the door. Although he wanted to spend more time with Fu Han, after all, she and He Xing were the real couple, weren’t they?

Just as he had not yet reached the door, Fu Han was already calling out anxiously, “Su Cheng!”

He Xing’s heart sank once more, but the smile on his face grew even stronger. In a few quick steps, he reached Su Cheng’s side, “You better stay here. She needs you right now.”

Su Cheng looked at He Xing’s retreating figure and, inexplicably, he felt a pang of sympathy for him.

He sat back down in the same chair, with a heavy heart.

Fu Han sat up in bed, her eyes occasionally resting on Su Cheng. She parted her lips and asked softly, “Do you think I’m cruel?”

With his head bowed and hands buried in his hair, Su Cheng replied in a low voice, “Fu Han, I do feel sorry for He Xing, but it’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself.”

“Do you really think so?” Fu Han looked down to meet Su Cheng’s gaze, trying hard to see his face, but it was obscured by his hands.

Su Cheng, sensing her gesture, raised his head promptly, cracking a wide, bright smile.

Fu Han smiled along, her faint sense of loss hidden away as if it had never existed.

It was nearing summer, and the sunlight was somewhat dazzling, but it didn’t feel hot through the window.

Fu Han leaned back on the bed, squinting her eyes slightly. Her gaze drifted unintentionally to He Xing’s still-open laptop, “Can you tell me the story between me and He Xing?”

Su Cheng spread his hands helplessly, “I really can’t help with that. I met you three years ago, when we were both abroad. He Xing wasn’t with you at the time. I only know you returned to the country for him… Before you lost your memory, you truly loved him a lot.”

“Three years?” Fu Han murmured, feeling a sudden wave of sadness. She looked out at the lush green trees and whispered, “Do you know why I went abroad three years ago?”

Su Cheng scratched his head, struggling, “I really don’t know about that. You could ask He Xing directly…”

“If I were willing to ask him, I wouldn’t be asking you.” Fu Han’s expression was complex, reflecting her current state of mind—eager to understand her past, yet somewhat fearful of knowing it.

Seeing her like this pained Su Cheng too. After some thought, he said softly, “Fu Han, I think Nan Qing might know more. She messaged that she would be here soon. Why don’t you ask her then?”

“Alright.” Fu Han nodded. The image of the girl with the round face who gave her such a familiar feeling came to mind.

But yesterday when Nan Qing had visited, she had only cried incessantly, barely able to utter a few words. At that time, Fu Han felt as if she was on an emotional roller coaster, so she hadn’t really spoken to Nan Qing.

He Xing came in carrying several bags filled with Fu Han’s favorite breakfast items.

Fu Han had one hand hooked up to an IV, making it inconvenient for her to eat on her own, so someone else had to feed her.

As He Xing set up the bed table, he asked softly, “Xiaohan, may I feed you?”

Fu Han instinctively turned to look at Su Cheng, but at that moment, he turned his head away, his back speaking volumes of his refusal.

In the end, it was He Xing who fed Fu Han. She ate reluctantly, while He Xing, looking as though he had received the world’s greatest gift, was extremely careful, as if afraid of scalding her.

The way he was acting, was it really just feeding Fu Han? It rather seemed as if he was afraid of melting her in his mouth or breaking her in his hands.

Ji Liangchuan stood dumbfounded at the door, watching He Xing. They had known each other for many years; He Xing was usually as cold as ice, acting as if everyone owed him a fortune, unpredictable in his moods. No one could grasp his pulse, but now…

“No one can escape from love,” Ji Liangchuan sighed almost imperceptibly, then put on a polite smile and knocked on the door.

All three people in the room turned to look at the door. Neither Fu Han nor Su Cheng recognized Ji Liangchuan, both wearing expressions of confusion; only He Xing spoke in an even tone, “You’re here.”

Ji Liangchuan nodded, walked in leisurely, and placed the fruit basket on the coffee table before standing at the foot of the bed to study Fu Han. His gaze lingered on her bandaged half-face several times, and he spoke with a complex expression, “Fu Han, are you okay?”noveldrama

His gaze made Fu Han distinctly uncomfortable. She moved to hide behind He Xing, her clear eyes as innocent as a deer’s, plainly showing her fear.

He Xing’s heart turned to mush. While protectively wrapping himself around Fu Han like a mother hen, he turned and chided Ji Liangchuan with displeasure, “Why are you scaring her? Just leave.”

“I…” Ji Liangchuan pointed to his nose, a look of helpless resignation on his face as he shook his head, leaving behind a remark about prioritizing romance over friendship before truly exiting the ward.

“Xiaohan, don’t be afraid; I’ve sent him away,” He Xing turned back with an expression of doting concern.

Yet, the half of Fu Han’s face that was visible did not show fear. Instead, her cheeks were faintly flushed, and she looked thoughtfully at He Xing, wondering about something.

Worried that he had frightened her again, He Xing gently tugged at Fu Han’s hospital gown and whispered in the smallest of voices, “Xiaohan, you… you’re not angry with me, are you?”

“No.” Fu Han answered quickly, looking out the window where a bird took flight, flapping its wings resolutely toward freedom; the sky etched with the trail of a passing plane, rocket-like in its impetuousness.

She turned to He Xing, “When can I be discharged? I don’t want to stay here anymore.”

“Xiaohan, I also want you to be discharged soon, but…” He Xing started with difficulty, “but you need surgery on your face. Let’s just be patient for now. Once your surgery is done, then we can leave, okay?”

“Alright, I understand.” Fu Han lowered her head to look at the back of her hand, which, in less than twenty-four hours, had already been poked with several needles, and there would be more to come.

He Xing looked at Fu Han, disheartened by her dejection. Yet, in the end, he remained silent. With the ongoing controversy on the internet, and many lashing out at Fu Han, the consequences of her going outside were unimaginable. For now, the hospital was her umbrella of protection.