Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 42 - 0 Encounter Danger Unexpectedly

Chapter 42: 042 Encounter Danger Unexpectedly

Chapter 42: 042 Encounter Danger Unexpectedly

Inside was the cubicle, and in the chaos, she chose one with an open door, rushing in and frantically locking it.

The very next second, a pounding on the door rang out, along with a woman’s shrill voice, “Open up, Fu Han, get out here, do you think I can’t do anything if you don’t come out?”

She didn’t recognize this person, but the person in black had called out her name, clearly targeting her.

Apparently, someone had hired this person, but what was their purpose? Was it to injure her or to kill her?

Fu Han’s arm hurt so much it had gone numb. With her good hand, she fumbled for her phone in her bag, meanwhile shouting desperately, “Help, there’s a murder, I’ve called the police, you better leave before they come and catch you.”

Whether it was her words that had an effect or not, the pounding and kicking at the door from outside had indeed quieted down.

Fu Han, with trepidation, dared not open the door. She finally found her phone and, in a flurry, tried to dial a number, but in her nervousness, she didn’t hold on to it firmly, and with a clatter, the phone dropped to the floor.

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Fortunately, this was a toilet cubicle, or else she really would have wanted to bang her head against the wall.

She told herself to stay calm while quickly bending over to pick up her phone, but suddenly she felt a rush of wind from above.

Fu Han screamed and dodged into a corner, and as she looked up, she saw an image she would never forget in her life.

The woman in black was holding on to the top of the cubicle with one hand, knife in the other, leaning down, trying to stab Fu Han with a ferocious look in her eyes.

It was terrifying to think that if her phone hadn’t dropped at that moment, would she have already seen her parents?

When the woman in black saw Fu Han had spotted her, she pushed off the partition with both hands and lunged down toward her.

In that moment, Fu Han’s mind went blank. She grabbed the phone and swung it at the woman in black, while the rest of her pressed against the cubicle, standing firm.

The woman in black’s forehead was struck by the phone, and blood immediately began to flow. She glared at Fu Han viciously as the knife in her hand once again stabbed towards Fu Han’s neck.

Was this really the end?

A sense of desperation filled Fu Han’s heart as her entire body fell toward the door.

It was lucky that her elbow pressed just on the latch, and the cubicle door surprisingly opened; she lost her balance and fell outward.

The woman in black fell out too, but this time the knife missed its mark. Instead of hitting Fu Han’s throat, it pierced her shoulder.

This time the pain was more intense than before, and Fu Han passed out immediately.

…

When Fu Han opened her eyes again, all she could see was white. There was nothing but white in her view.

In her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder, was she dead? Was this heaven or hell?

Fu Han felt extremely uncomfortable, as if forced to remain in the same position for too long. She shifted slightly, and a sharp pain hit her, causing her to gasp in shock.

“Fu Han, you’re awake?” An excited voice called out.

The next second a somewhat familiar face appeared in front of Fu Han, and after thinking for a bit she said, “You are Ji Liangchuan.”

“Looks like your brain is fine,” Ji Liangchuan said with a smile, placing one hand on her forehead and the other on his own, “That’s great, you don’t have a fever anymore.”

Fu Han, with her innocent eyes wide open, looked at Ji Liangchuan, “Did you save me? Where are we?”

“You could say I saved you.” Ji Liangchuan continued with a smile, “Actually, there’s also…”

“Liangchuan, the nurse is here,” a familiar voice interrupted Ji Liangchuan, and even without seeing him, Fu Han knew it was He Xing.

Sure enough, Ji Liangchuan immediately perked up, “He Xing, Fu Han woke up, come quickly, she’s awake.”

As footsteps approached, Fu Han quickly closed her eyes, “Please leave, I need to rest now.”

The footsteps came straight toward her, but after a few seconds, they picked up again and the door was shut.

The doctor, summoned by He Xing, carefully checked Fu Han’s condition, “You are one lucky girl, stabbed twice, and yet it missed anything vital. With some rest, you’ll recover.”

Fu Han didn’t want to talk. She noted all of the doctor’s instructions and then indicated that she wanted to rest.

How could she possibly sleep? This was the closest she had ever come to death, and the image of that murderous woman’s gaze was still playing over and over in her mind.

She needed to seriously contemplate this incident, to think about whether such an event could happen again and what she would do if it did.

There was a knock at the door, Fu Han didn’t respond, but a moment later the door was pushed open from the outside anyway.

He Xing stood by the bedside, “Xiaohan, how are you feeling?”

“How about you try it?” Fu Han retorted, irritably, “It hurts a lot, but I won’t die.”

As she spoke, she involuntarily locked eyes with He Xing and was shocked by his gaze.

What kinds of eyes were those? All but the eyeballs were filled with bloodshot veins, each one a testament to anguish and regret, and together, they wove a vast net that ensnared Fu Han completely.

Fu Han felt as if she were on a fragile boat, with waves beating against it, shaking and threatening to capsizes at any moment.

He Xing’s mouth moved, and he hoarsely said, “I’m sorry, Xiaohan, I was too late, I failed to protect you.”

Fu Han forced a smile, which turned out to be more self-mocking than cheerful, “It’s fine, aren’t I right here, all in one piece?”

“I’ll find that person and get revenge for you,” He Xing said with a force that made his fingertips crack.

Fu Han turned to look out the window and spoke in a subdued voice, “Revenge can wait. When I am better, I will take care of it myself.”

“Do you really have to be so distant with me?” He Xing’s voice rose, his neck turning red.

Fu Han needed all her self-control to not look back at him. She said as calmly as possible, “No need, I will handle my own affairs. Please, ask Ji Liangchuan to come in.”

There was a moment when He Xing seemed frozen. A few seconds later, he hurried out.

After a few minutes, Ji Liangchuan asked confusedly, “Fu Han, did you need something from me?”

“I want to know how you saved me.” Fu Han’s clear eyes looked at Ji Liangchuan, as innocent and flawless as those of a newborn.

Ji Liangchuan pulled up a chair beside the bed, his gaze flickering a few times before he slowly began to speak, “It was somewhat of a coincidence, He Xing and I had a meeting nearby today, we accidentally heard a cry for help, and when we got there the woman was about to pull the dagger out of your shoulder.”

After thinking for a moment, Ji Liangchuan added, “Actually, both He Xing and I saved you, and you didn’t see him at the time; he almost went mad when he saw you injured. If that woman hadn’t run away, he probably would have killed her with his bare hands.”