Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 76 - 075 Coincidence

Chapter 76: 075 Coincidence

Chapter 76: 075 Coincidence

“But Dad…” Xia Cheng still felt uneasy in his heart. The thought that his wealth and splendor came at the expense of his mother’s life made him somewhat queasy.

“Enough, let’s not talk about this anymore.” Xia Guoxiong poured another glass of brandy for both himself and Xia Cheng, then leaned back on the sofa and slowly said, “Didn’t your sister say she wants to become a star? Isn’t He Xing about to invest in a movie? Don’t waste such a great opportunity.”

As long as Xia Ning was the leading lady in a movie invested by He Group, the gossip between her and He Xing would seem even more real. By then, even if He Xing wanted to deny it, he would probably find it indefensible.

The prospect brightened Xia Cheng’s eyes, but then they dimmed again: “But Dad, you gave He Xing face at today’s photography contest. Will he still let my sister be the movie’s leading actress?”

“There’s always a way.” Xia Guoxiong smirked meaningfully: “You just have to make He Xing believe that Xia Ning becoming a star was your mother’s dream, and then you’re halfway there.”

Xia Cheng nodded thoughtfully. Even though his face was relatively refined, his smile made him look somewhat sleazy.

…

The hospital was very quiet at night. Fu Han’s fever had subsided, and the doctor had said that if she didn’t run a fever tomorrow and the wound on her arm didn’t worsen, she could be discharged the day after tomorrow.

Being discharged or not didn’t mean much to Fu Han. Her mood was complicated, she wanted to speak but didn’t know where to start. Her heart felt like a tangled ball of yarn, unable to find the end and thus unable to unravel it.

It was precisely because of her complicated feelings that she insisted on sending Nan Qing, Su Cheng, and Luo Qinghe away. She just had a cold and really didn’t need someone to stay with her at night. What she needed now was to adjust her emotions properly.

Today, under the countless flashes, she finally cut off all ties with He Xing.

But even when she said those words, she didn’t feel any joy. What about now?

Fu Han turned over in bed, trying to force herself to sleep, but her eyes had a mind of their own. They closed for just a second before opening again, and she became increasingly alert.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Fu Han quickly turned her head towards the door. If it were the doctor making rounds, they would never knock; they always just came in.

She asked with a hint of caution, “Who is it?”

With a creak, the door was pushed open. Illuminated by the dim light in the corridor, she saw a tall, thin figure enter, unable to see the face against the light.

She swallowed nervously, reaching for the cell phone under her pillow as she asked, “Who are you?”

“I am the one sent to take you to see the King of Hell,” a cold female voice replied.

Fu Han’s heart skipped a beat. She recognized the voice. It was the same as the woman who had attacked her in the cinema bathroom. She never imagined that this person was so determined to kill her that they would follow her to the hospital.

As the figure approached step by step, there was no response from the medical staff. She threw the pillow at the intruder while fumbling for her phone to call for help.

The woman in black dodged the pillow, her dagger swinging towards Fu Han’s heart with ruthless intent.

Fu Han rolled with the motion, landing on the other side of the bed. Although she avoided the attack, she had cornered herself in the small space between the bed and the window, with nowhere to hide.

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Missing her strike, the cold glare in the woman’s eyes intensified. With a light leap, she was on the bed, towering over Fu Han.

Fu Han had been utterly overpowered by the woman in black last time. Afterward, she had reassessed the situation. The woman’s tactic was nothing but ferocity. As long as Fu Han didn’t just try to dodge, there might be a chance for survival.

Seeing the dagger coming straight for her neck, Fu Han kicked hard against the wall, unbelievably managing to topple the hospital bed.

The woman in black lost her balance, falling backwards, her leg pinned by the bed.

Having gained the upper hand, Fu Han’s heart surged with excitement. She took a running start, aiming to land on the overturned bed and deliver a fatal blow to the woman in black.

But the woman in black, sensing her intention, fiercely pulled her leg free while swinging the dagger at Fu Han again.

Fu Han was already lunging forward; if nothing unexpected happened, she would impale herself on the dagger. She closed her eyes in agony, thinking, “Is this where I meet my end?”

Suddenly, an object flew at them, hitting Fu Han squarely on the shoulder. She lost her balance and plopped down on the floor.

Her bottom felt like it was split into four, but that was surely better than having her throat slit.

While clumsily getting to her feet, Fu Han looked towards the door.

Luo Qinghe hit the light switch by the door, and the ward’s lights came on. He, unarmed, charged at the woman in black: “Dare to sneak attack? I’ll show you what’s coming.”

The woman in black brandished her dagger, aiming for Luo Qinghe’s vital spots with tough angles. They fought from the middle of the room to the door.

“Watch your back!” the woman in black shouted urgently.

Luo Qinghe instinctively turned, only to be kicked hard in the back the next moment. He stumbled out of the ward and against the wall.

The woman in black took the opportunity to flee, and with a loud bang, the fire exit closed behind her.

Luo Qinghe cursed out loud and ran toward the fire exit, but Fu Han, rushing out, stopped him: “Don’t chase a desperate enemy, she has a knife. We have no advantage over her.”

“Are you okay?” Luo Qinghe scrutinized Fu Han with genuine concern on his face.

Warmth flickered in Fu Han’s heart as she sincerely said, “I’m fine, thank you. You’ve saved me once again.”

“Again?” Luo Qinghe chuckled, that rogueish vibe returning. He looked at Fu Han nonchalantly: “Are you referring to you making it to the next round, or about me taking you away from Jiangshan Gallery today?”

“Both.” Fu Han, sitting on the couch, poured a glass of water for herself and Luo Qinghe: “I feel like we have quite the fate, every time I’m in trouble, you just happen to be right there.”

“It really is a coincidence.” Luo Qinghe gulped down a glass of warm water, raised his right hand, and swore: “I swear, I haven’t deliberately approached Fu Han, nor have I had any improper intentions. Everything really is just coincidence!”

This was the first time Fu Han saw Luo Qinghe so serious; he usually seemed to care about nothing.

Suddenly, Fu Han felt like teasing Luo Qinghe. She tilted her head, feigning confusion: “A coincidence? But it’s late at night, and I’m not out on the streets, so how could you just happen to come to my ward?”