Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: About Their Past Chapter 194: Chapter 194: About Their Past He turned his head towards Fu Han, speaking in a frantic, incoherent manner, “Fu Han, I don’t know why my parents issued that statement, I clearly told them that we had already broken up before the new year, and I even … I even instructed them not to speak on the Internet.”

Fu Han gazed at Su Cheng with innocent eyes, her soft and tender voice echoing in the spacious ward, “I … I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

A breeze drifted by, causing the strands of hair by Fu Han’s temples to flutter gently like ripples on water, showcasing a different kind of gentleness. Even with bandages on her face, there was an irresistibly eye-catching, broken beauty about her.noveldrama

In the room, three people and six eyes were all fixed intently on her.

Beauty isn’t only skin-deep, and that’s especially true for someone with grace; it turns out that even with bandages on her face, she remained someone whose beauty was captivating—an undeniable beauty.

Fu Han’s hand slightly lifted to tuck the stray strand of hair behind her ear, then she tilted her head looking at Su Cheng with an expectant expression, waiting for an explanation.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Su Cheng’s face was flushed red, dizzily infatuated by Fu Han, his mind muddled. He could only dumbly stare at Fu Han, incapable of gathering the energy to respond to her question.

Nan Qing finally couldn’t bear it any longer; she shook her head and patiently explained, “Fu Han, you … you and Su Cheng had a brief romance in the past, but parted ways for some unknown reason. Not long after your breakup, you started dating He Xing, and now there’s a lot of rumors on the internet alleging that He Xing is the third party. Su Cheng’s parents also issued a statement implying He Xing is the third party.”

The words were convoluted, and with Fu Han having no memory of the past, relying only on others’ accounts, she knew nothing herself.

She cocked her head in thought, speaking naively, “But … According to what Nan Qing said, He Xing is the third party, right?”

That single sentence surprised everyone in the room, and Nan Qing desperately wanted to cover Fu Han’s mouth.

Ji Liangchuan was the most angry, “Fu Han, do you think you can spout nonsense just because you’ve lost your memory? By saying this, are you trying to erase over a decade’s worth of feelings with a single sentence? Do you even have a heart?”

Fu Han was startled, her complexion pallid as she shrank back, hiding behind Nan Qing, too afraid to speak any more.

Su Cheng felt an immense heartache. He stepped forward, shielding her from Ji Liangchuan, and coldly said, “What right do you have to talk to Fu Han like that? Nan Qing said it too; when she returned from abroad, she completely ended things with He Xing. It’s only natural for her to think this way now.”

“Hmph, of course, you’d say that,” Ji Liangchuan showed no sign of backing down, but sneered unceasingly, “Don’t think I can’t see you’re still fond of Fu Han. You’re probably dying to take advantage of her amnesia and snatch her back.”

Nan Qing acutely felt Fu Han straighten her back upon hearing this, as if shocked, but without eyes on her back, she couldn’t see Fu Han’s expression at that moment.

For a time, the atmosphere in the room became extremely awkward, broken only by the sound of the wind entering through the window.

After what felt like an eternity—or perhaps it was just a moment—Su Cheng’s sudden voice rang out again, “Yes, that’s right, I do like Fu Han, and I won’t deny that, but I would never take advantage of someone’s vulnerability.”

Ji Liangchuan stared deeply at Su Cheng, his expression growing increasingly complex, as though he admired his courage yet also feared some unknown; it was such a complicated look, no one could interpret it clearly.

Fu Han rested her hand on Nan Qing’s shoulder, peeking out from behind her, her face earnest as she watched Su Cheng, this man publicly declaring his affection for her.

His expression was serious, tinged with the indignation of a cornered beast, a hint of do-or-die determination, and a whisper of ethereal hope.

Fu Han instantly knew, he was waiting for her response.

She thought seriously; upon opening her eyes the day before, the young man before her was holding her hand and shedding tears.

Fu Han was moved, and those tears made her feel a closer bond to Su Cheng; though she had lost her memory, she wasn’t foolish—she knew someone who cried for her wouldn’t harm her.

But, did she like Su Cheng?

Fu Han thought to herself, Nan Qing said they had once dated, so she must have liked him, but then why did they break up? Why did she end up with He Xing? And then there was He Xing—she felt fear at the sight of him. If she truly liked He Xing, would she feel this way?

Too many questions circled in her mind, leaving her confused. However, a voice within told her to wait just a bit longer, that eventually, all would be revealed.

She composed herself as best as she could before speaking calmly, “Su Cheng, thank you for liking me, but right now I can’t remember the past, so I can’t give you any answer.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t expect to take advantage of the situation,” Su Cheng smiled, as bright and cheery as ever, without a hint of darkness, “Like I’ve always told you, I like you, and what does that have to do with you?”

Not only was Fu Han deeply struck by his words, but Ji Liangchuan and Nan Qing were equally moved.

After hearing him, Ji Liangchuan glanced at Fu Han, perhaps not deliberately; Nan Qing tried hard not to look at Su Cheng, yet couldn’t help but sneak glances at him with the corners of her eyes.

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He Xing and Lin Na walked together toward Luo Qinghe’s ward. Bai Wei wanted to join, but was fiercely stopped by Lin Na.

Finally, it was He Xing who hit the nail on the head, “If you don’t want your years of hard work destroyed over a man, you’d better stay quietly in the ward. Some things become simpler when you’re not present.”

Although Bai Wei had a complex expression after hearing this, she eventually relented and no longer insisted on going over there.

When the ward door was pushed open, He Xing saw Luo Qinghe’s parents and older brother just inside; Li Huazhi and Li Qingjiang stood by a single-seater sofa, each in front of a computer.

Luo Qiluo had moved a chair to sit in front of Luo Qinghe’s bed. Her expression suggested that she had been “chatting” with Luo Qinghe right up until the moment He Xing and his company knocked on the door.

Luo Qinghe’s expression was poor, but upon seeing He Xing, he still nodded in greeting.

Lin Na ran out of patience and asked straight away, “Luo Qinghe, what do you plan to do about the situation online?”

“What situation?” Before Luo Qinghe could respond, Luo Qiluo was the first to speak, “What does this have to do with our Qinghe? Bai Wei is the one relentlessly pursuing Qinghe, and he has never paid any attention to Bai Wei.”

“What did you say?” Lin Na, accustomed to being treated with courtesy everywhere as a top agent, was not used to being mocked overtly like this. Moreover, Luo Qiluo was deriding her most prized client, Bai Wei—how could she stand for that? Rolling up her sleeves, she prepared to confront Luo Qiluo for a “thorough discussion.”