Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 98 - 0 Heartbroken

Chapter 98: 098 Heartbroken

Chapter 98: 098 Heartbroken

Fu Han hid behind the door, listening as Ji Liangchuan knocked on it for a long time. As soon as He Xing indifferently said “come in”, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Only then did she poke her head out, the door of 2502 was tightly shut.

She hadn’t run into He Xing these past few days, and thought he had moved out from 2502; to be honest, deep inside, she felt quite happy when she realized He Xing hadn’t moved out.

However, this happiness was her own secret, one she wouldn’t share with anyone, nor dared to.

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Turning around, she also closed the door of 2501.

Fu Han struggled to move Nan Qing to her own bed, then brought water to clean Nan Qing’s face and tidy up a bit.

While she was covering Nan Qing with the blanket, Nan Qing suddenly moved, grabbing her wrist: “Su Cheng, don’t go.”

Fu Han felt so heartbroken and full of guilt, gently patting Nan Qing’s arm and tenderly saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely bring Su Cheng back to you.”

How could she not feel guilty? Nan Qing should hate her, yet she had always been so good to her. Today’s drunkenness must be due to the overwhelming sorrow in her heart.

…

Ji Liangchuan walked in and immediately smelled alcohol. He frowned, “How much did you drink?”

“Not much, there’s still some left in the liquor cabinet,” He Xing replied indifferently, shaking the bottle in his hand, “Brandy, want some?”

“Of course,” Ji Liangchuan answered readily. He casually opened the balcony window, letting in the cold wind which considerably diluted the smell of alcohol in the room.

He Xing stood by the window with a glass of alcohol in hand, the cold wind blowing fiercely, yet his cheeks remained flushed.

Ji Liangchuan looked at He Xing deeply, “Don’t get me wrong, there’s really nothing between Fu Han and me.”

“I know,” He Xing said, downing the drink in his glass. The icy and choking liquid slid down his throat, a fiery sensation racing inside it.

Because of this, he didn’t look at Ji Liangchuan’s expression.

There was not a hint of relief on Ji Liangchuan’s face from clearing the misunderstanding with his friend; instead, there was undeniable pain and sorrow in his eyes.

After a while, he sipped his drink again, then slowly got up, “I’m going back to the bar. Can’t drink when I’m driving. Come to the bar for drinks another day, and I’ll keep you company till the end.”

“Hmm,” He Xing responded indifferently, standing on the balcony and looking into the distance without turning back.

Before leaving, Ji Liangchuan took a long, hard look at He Xing’s back. His eyes clearly showed conflict, but eventually, his gaze turned determined, and he closed the door and left.

…

Early the next morning, Fu Han was cooking in the kitchen, beef noodles.

Nan Qing slipped in unnoticed. Fu Han, seeing her, smiled, “You go take a shower first, breakfast will be ready soon.”

“Okay,” Nan Qing agreed, and quietly went out, unusually obedient.

At breakfast, Nan Qing listlessly picked at the noodles in her bowl, not eating a bite for a long time. She didn’t dare to look directly at Fu Han, only using the corner of her eye to sneak peeks.

As Fu Han was almost finished with her noodles, Nan Qing finally mustered up the courage to speak, “Fu Han, I’m sorry for the trouble I caused you last night after getting drunk.”

“Why so formal?” Fu Han chuckled, “We’re friends, we should help each other. Or are you saying you no longer consider me a friend?”

“No, no, I… of course, I consider you a friend,” Nan Qing’s face turned red with urgency, and after leaving a row of teeth marks on her lips, she asked softly, “I didn’t talk nonsense last night while drunk, did I?”

Fu Han paused momentarily while eating her noodles, then looked up at Nan Qing with a beaming smile, “You really have a good tolerance for alcohol. When you were drunk, you just slept and didn’t say a word.”

Relieved, Nan Qing started gobbling up her noodles with delight, praising Fu Han for how delicious they were.

Nan Qing’s studio had been busy recently. After eating, she left in a hurry.

After packing her SLR camera, Fu Han also prepared to go to work. Just then, her phone rang, and she hesitated before deciding not to answer Liang Tao’s call.

As she was changing shoes at the entrance, Liang Tao called again. She sighed and picked up, “Hello, Liang Tao, is there something you need?”

“Miss Fu, I can’t reach He Xing, can you check his place for me?” Liang Tao sounded very anxious and sincere.

Fu Han knocked on the door of 2502, but when no one answered, she grew uneasy, “I knocked but there’s no response. Has He Xing already gone to work?”

“Absolutely not,” Liang Tao was frantic, “Miss Fu, I’ve been trying to reach He Xing all morning without success. The spare key to 2502 is under the doormat outside your door. Could you please use it to see if He Xing is home?”

Indeed, Fu Han found a key under the mat. She unlocked the door to 2502, where a gust of cold air blew against her, prompting her sigh, “The balcony window is wide open, lucky it didn’t rain yesterday.”

As this was her first time in 2502, with an identical layout to 2501, she was about to head in that direction when she inadvertently saw a person lying on the sofa.

Fu Han hurried over. Who else could be sleeping there but He Xing?

He was still wearing the same flannel robe from yesterday, with the collar wide open, revealing a large expanse of chest. His cheeks were bright red, his body reeked of alcohol, and scattered across the coffee table were several empty bottles.

“How much have you drunk?” Fu Han said, pressing the back of her hand to He Xing’s forehead. It was so hot it hurt her hand.

Fu Han’s heart felt as if it had been plunged in icy water, utterly cold.

Her voice trembled as she called for an ambulance. While waiting, she tried desperately to shake He Xing’s shoulders, but he showed no sign of consciousness, just lay there motionless.

Fu Han measured He Xing’s temperature: 42 degrees Celsius, a dangerously high fever that could easily damage the brain or cause deafness in some cases.

Most importantly, no one knew when He Xing started having the fever; judging by the state of 2502, he probably lay in the cold draft all night.

She knew He Xing’s drinking might be related to her. In the short half-hour, Fu Han considered many possibilities. If He Xing suffered any sequelae, she wouldn’t ignore him.

In the ambulance, she clung to He Xing’s hand and would not let go. Tears flowed from her eyes like pearls off a string, and inside, she prayed countless times that He Xing would be as before, willing to pay any price.

The lights in the Emergency Room lit up. Fu Han, anxious and restless, waited outside, her heart unable to find peace.

Liang Tao was the first to arrive, followed by Xia Ning, who reportedly went looking for He Xing and happened to overhear Fu Han’s conversation with Liang Tao.