Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 142 - Xia Ning Got Scalded

Chapter 142: Chapter 142 Xia Ning Got Scalded

Chapter 142 -142 Xia Ning Got Scalded

“Can’t you see?” Bai Wei pointed at Fu Han’s chest and said, “You walked off with Xia Ning in public; Fu Han’s heart got hurt.”

Her words left Fu Han speechless and forced all the words He Xing had back into his stomach.

It wasn’t that he had nothing to say, but rather that he felt quite fine after hearing her words, yet now he especially didn’t want to show Bai Wei that he was in a good mood.

When Bai Wei thought about Xia Ning’s annoyed face, her heart bloomed with joy.

She was provoked by Fu Han’s words at the time, and considering that Fu Han had helped her multiple times with Luo Qinghe’s matters, she too wanted to show goodwill to Fu Han.

She immediately called for a car and rushed to the hospital. When she arrived at the ward, Xia Ning was absentmindedly eating while gazing at He Xing with tender affection.

Seeing Xia Ning’s lovestruck expression irritated Bai Wei. Why couldn’t she act this dedicated when filming?

She stormed into the ward, grabbed He Xing, and ran off, anxiously saying that Fu Han was injured, that it was serious, and urging He Xing to deal with it quickly.

Of course, Xia Ning disagreed, but He Xing was so thrown off by the news of Fu Han’s injury that he didn’t resist, and ultimately, Bai Wei managed to take He Xing away from the hospital smoothly.

Upon reaching Fu Han, Bai Wei boasted, “See? I told you I could make He Xing come back to you immediately, and I did, didn’t I? Don’t worry, you and I are on the same side. You help me chase Luo Qinghe, and I’ll handle He Xing for you. Fair deal, right?”

Fu Han was incredibly frustrated, rubbing her forehead as she explained, “Who wants to make that kind of deal with you?”

At the same time, He Xing finally began to understand everything. His face darkened as he said, “Fu Han, since when have you started acting as senseless as Bai Wei? Xia Ning got hurt trying to save you. I have been taking care of Xia Ning for you. How could you let Bai Wei do such a thing?”

When Bai Wei saw Fu Han’s pale face, the smile on her own face froze, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

She turned her head in surprise to He Xing: “He Xing, what are you talking about? It was my own idea to find you, and it had nothing to do with Fu Han. Yes, lying to you about Fu Han being injured was wrong, but it’s unrelated to Fu Han, do you understand?”

He Xing had been fooled by Bai Wei twice that day, and both times in front of Fu Han, which he found embarrassing. His face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot: “Your idea? Your brain came up with such a good idea? Then I think my aunt should burn more incense this New Year.”

As soon as these words left his mouth, He Xing felt something was off. He hurriedly turned to Fu Han and unsurprisingly saw that her already pale face was now as white as a sheet of paper.

He took two steps towards Fu Han and chose his words carefully: “Xiaohan, I didn’t mean that. I meant Bai Wei—this girl has been spoiled rotten by my aunt. It wasn’t about you…”

Fu Han shook her head and stepped back: “President He, you don’t need to explain so much. From a young age, when has Xia Ning not been incredibly important to you? Both fell into the pool, but you personally carried her to the hospital. You probably don’t know, but while you were lovingly caring for Xia Ning, how your fiancée was washing her face with tears alone in the ward.”

Fu Han said all this with a smile, but her smile was so desolate, it made people feel even sadder than if she had cried.

“I…” He Xing’s mouth opened and closed, guilt flooding over him like a tidal wave, burying him. He urgently stepped forward two paces wanting to explain.

But at that moment, his phone rang. It was the caregiver on the line.

He Xing answered with undisguised irritation, nearly snapping: “What is it?”

The caregiver was startled and stammered, “Mr. He, just now when I went to wash some fruit, Miss Xia got thirsty and went to pour herself some water, but she accidentally scalded herself with boiling water. You should hurry over.”

“If she’s scalded, go to the doctor,” He Xing, frustrated and suspecting another deception due to being fooled by Bai Wei just moments ago, didn’t believe that Xia Ning had actually hurt herself.

“That won’t do,” said the caregiver, his already imperfect Mandarin deteriorating further in his anxiety: “Mr. He, Miss Xia said she won’t get treated unless you come back. It’s really serious, so please hurry.”

Leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, Bai Wei spoke with indifference: “The first person who uses this trick is smart, but using it a second time is just plain stupid. He Xing, if you fall for this kind of lie again, I’ll laugh at you every time I see you.”

“What did you say?” He Xing turned sharply to glare at Bai Wei, his handsome face cold and merciless.

The pressure within the room expanded from He Xing as its center, with Bai Wei bearing the brunt of it—her face turned deathly pale, the fear on her beautiful features overtaking any trace of the unaffected humor she previously held.

He Xing’s gaze shifted, landing on Fu Han, which seemed to lessen the tension in the room. After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly: “Xiaohan, Xia Ning is here alone, and I can’t ignore her. I’ll come back when her situation improves, and I’ll explain everything to you then.”

Fu Han was already seething with rage inside, but the angrier she felt, the more composed she appeared. She let out a hollow laugh, “President He, you better hurry and see her. What if your Miss Xia’s scald heals if you’re too late? Oh… wait, what if it scars if you’re too late?”

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He Xing sighed and, without saying another word, headed for the door.

Just as he had taken no more than two steps away from Fu Han’s door, a service staff carrying a medical kit ran towards them. He stopped to make way, but scrutinized Fu Han from head to toe: “Xiaohan, what happened to you? Let me take you to the hospital.”

“No need to trouble yourself, President He. People like us don’t go to the hospital unless it’s very serious. I can treat it myself.” She was standing not far from the door, and as she spoke, she reached out with a slight movement. With a “snap,” the door was firmly shut.

“You’re the first person I’ve seen who has managed to shut He Xing out,” Bai Wei said, examining the ointment while giving Fu Han a thumbs-up.

Loud knocking erupted, and He Xing’s anxious voice came through, “Xiaohan, open the door, let me see how bad your wounds are.”

He called for several minutes and said many things, but Fu Han, as if she hadn’t heard a thing, didn’t respond at all.