Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 193: Chapter 193 Their Story Chapter 193: Chapter 193 Their Story Luo Qinghe and Bai Wei both woke up around midnight last night, almost at the same time, as if by some tacit understanding, only He Xing didn’t learn about it until this morning.

However, He Xing couldn’t go see Bai Wei; her agent Lin Na had already scolded her so fiercely, saying she might as well have not bothered being an artist at all these years, for acting so thoughtlessly, for hitting someone in public.

Lin Na was so furious, she even mentioned banning her.

Bai Wei’s stubborn temper kicked in, and she adamantly refused to admit any wrongdoing; Bai Qian and Fu Xingbo watched silently from the side—their family education was very liberal, and they rarely interfered with Bai Wei’s work.

The atmosphere in the ward became very tense until He Xing entered and broke the awkward silence.

He Xing spoke directly to Lin Na, “Whether what Bai Wei did was right or wrong, the incident has already happened. We should be thinking of how to handle the situation in a way that’s beneficial to Bai Wei.”

“And what do you propose we do?” Lin Na pushed up her black-framed glasses, her face looking even more rigid, “Mr. He, I never had high expectations for your movie, to begin with. Our Bai Wei has always been known for tough, androgynous roles, and then you pulled her in to play a literary young lady, talking about a transformation. You promised to take her career to the next level, so how do you plan on handling this now?”

“Of course, we’ll start with the relationship between Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe.” The other party was blunt, and He Xing’s face turned even uglier as he spoke expressionlessly, “Miss Lin, I advise you not to make yourself out to be too blameless. Bai Wei has wanted to go public with the relationship for a long time. It was you who stopped her with the contract. If her relationship had been made public, she’d now be seen as the pitiable person betrayed by her boyfriend, not the third party that everyone despises.”

Lin Na’s exaggerated thick lips parted, but in the end, all she could muster was a weak retort, clearly on the back foot, “I didn’t foresee such an incident, or I never would have let her take on this movie.”

Bai Wei, who had been lying in bed silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, dropping a bombshell: “Even without this movie, I would still have been together with Luo Qinghe.”

Lin Na glared at Bai Wei with eyes wide as a bull’s, her expression resembling that of someone who’d just swallowed a fly.

He Xing let out a light chuckle, his tone indifferent, “Miss Lin, are you willing to cooperate with me now?”

“Do I have any other choice?” Miss Lin snorted coldly, her gaze full of disappointment at Bai Wei, “You, you’ve just been too lucky all along. It’s about time you suffered a setback; otherwise, you’ll never learn.”

Bai Wei stuck out her tongue defiantly, “It’s all your fault for always telling me not to date, and now look, I’ve become obsessed with love—it’s all thanks to you.”

Lin Na let out a deep sigh, spreading her hands in resignation as she looked at He Xing, “Mr. He, seeing as the situation has come to this, our studio can only comply with your arrangements, I just hope you won’t disappoint me.”

He Xing took out a computer and started issuing instructions; his deep voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet ward, unhurried, inexplicably soothing.

Meanwhile, the situation was much the same in Fu Han’s ward, only there were two people speaking: Nan Qing and Ji Liangchuan, who had been sent away by He Xing but had come back again.

Fu Han sat on the hospital bed, holding her knees, listening intently to their conversation—one was speaking from He Xing’s perspective about their relationship, and the other was speaking of their past in front of the yet-to-lose-her-memory Fu Han.

It turned out her connections with He Xing were deeper than she had thought; they’d known each other since they were young, they had set a marriage contract on her eighteenth birthday, truly childhood sweethearts.

But she had left He Xing at the age of 21, only to return early last fall.

Nan Qing said she came back to leave He Xing’s side for good; yet everyone around them knew they still loved each other.

Su Cheng said, he’d seen Fu Han cry in secret several times, and they had finally broken through their barriers and gotten back together during the Spring Festival.

All three told broken fragments of the story that couldn’t be pieced into a complete narrative, leaving Fu Han with the feeling of an outsider listening to someone else’s story.

Ji Liangchuan said, knowing He Xing for so many years, every time He Xing drank, it was because of her, and every time he got drunk was also because of her.

Yet as she listened to these fragmented pieces, her eyes were always filled with sorrow, with tears spinning continuously in her eyes.

Su Cheng reached out as if to ruffle Fu Han’s hair but eventually settled his hand on her shoulder, “Fu Han, don’t be too sad. One day you’ll remember everything.”

Fu Han smiled, but against her pale complexion and the bandages, the smile carried a tinge of desolation.

Her gaze returned to the window, the blue sky and white clouds, the clear expanse, traces of airplanes long erased, birds no longer in sight. Instead, a yellow butterfly flew outside the window, seemingly in search of something.

“Where is he now?” Fu Han asked softly.

Ji Liangchuan laughed meaningfully with his hands in his pockets, “What else could he be doing? He’s dealing with the mess you two made yesterday.”

Upon hearing this, Su Cheng also sighed, “I checked the internet myself yesterday, the comments were indeed distasteful. The issue is that Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe initially said their relationship wasn’t to be made public, and now even if they had mouths all over their bodies, they couldn’t explain it clearly.”

“Hmph…” Nan Qing said disdainfully, “What does it matter if they went public with their relationship? Would it change the fact that Brother Qinghe did what he did? I truly never expected Brother Qinghe to do such a thing.”

The video of Luo Qinghe and Qin Xiaonian spread quickly on the internet, and though they censored crucial parts, the bare shoulders, the kissing, and what followed were undeniable truths—these were stains that couldn’t be washed away.

Su Cheng followed up with a sigh, “I don’t know what to say about this, but I still believe Brother Qinghe isn’t that kind of person.”noveldrama

These words dropped like a stone into the water, rippling not even a single wave.

Nan Qing’s silence stemmed from her lingering anger; although she didn’t believe Luo Qinghe would do such a thing, the reality was undeniable. Ji Liangchuan remained silent—not being acquainted with Luo Qinghe, he couldn’t offer an objective assessment. As for Fu Han, she was still lost in her own story with He Xing, scarcely paying attention to Su Cheng’s later words; in one ear, out the other.

About two minutes of silence later, Ji Liangchuan gestured towards Su Cheng, “Young Master Huangpu, have you thought about how to deal with the internet gossip about you and Fu Han?”

“Us?” Su Cheng suddenly remembered something and quickly checked his phone. After only a few glances, his expression underwent a drastic change.