Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 89 - Do not tolerate 089

Chapter 89: Do not tolerate 089

Chapter 89: Do not tolerate 089

He Xing’s expression turned very ugly as he turned to Liang Tao and said, “Prepare the attorney’s letter and sue Director Wu for spreading rumors.”

A single sentence silenced the spacious meeting room. You could hear a pin drop, and the expressions on everyone’s faces became quite complex.

“President He…” Director Wu’s face turned from schadenfreude to frantic anxiety as he explained with a flushed face, “President He, don’t be like this, I… I was just joking.”

“There’s a limit to joking, Director Wu. You joke inappropriately without considering the occasion, especially at such a critical moment for He Group. Aren’t you worried that your rumors could cause fluctuations in He Group’s stock price? Or is it that you don’t care about the survival of He Group as much as you say you do?” He Xing sneered, exuding a bone-chilling coldness.

It wasn’t the first or second time Director Wu had contradicted He Xing at major events by exploiting his seniority, and within the board, there was no shortage of those envious of the He Family, stirring up trouble along with him.

At this moment, those who had colluded with Director Wu also turned pale en masse. It’s one thing to cause a stir, but it’s another entirely if the company were actually to collapse.

Large beads of sweat trickled down Director Wu’s forehead as if it cost nothing, and he explained incoherently, “President He, not… I didn’t mean that, it’s… it’s just a joke, an explanation will do, no need to blow this up, right?”

He Xing slowly stood up, his height advantage adding another layer of powerful presence. He swept his gaze across the crowd: “Wishing for Homecoming is our first prepared film, and we only allow success, not failure. Bai Wei is the most suitable candidate for the lead actress. If anyone else wants Xia Ning as the lead, then you’re free to crowd-fund a film for her—I won’t stop you.”

Everyone whose gaze met his quickly looked away, some even started shivering uncontrollably.

He Xing’s eyes darkened further: “Furthermore, what’s between Xia Ning and me is my private matter. If anyone from He Group is caught spreading rumors outside again, Director Wu’s fate today will be theirs tomorrow.”

After finishing, He Xing closed his laptop expressionlessly: “I have other matters to attend to, today’s meeting is hereby adjourned.”

…

The nanny car sped along the elevated highway, the sound of the wind slamming against the glass was deafening.

Looking through the rearview mirror, Liang Tao saw the small desk in the back seat where a laptop lay, where He Xing was typing rapidly, resembling a symphony.

Remembering the meeting just now, Liang Tao felt a faint sweat on his back and reminded softly, “President He, the weather is bad today, and the flight might be delayed. Maybe you should eat something first.”

Lunchtime had long passed, and He Xing hadn’t eaten a grain of rice all day.

“We’ll see when we get to the airport.” He Xing finally looked away from his computer. He looked out the window at the foggy sky, as if it was going to rain. No, it should snow in winter.

He remembered that Fu Han loved snow a lot, but snow was rare in City A, and snow rarely accumulated on the ground.

One year, when it fortunately snowed, Fu Han had wandered around Lanwan Mountain and used all the snow she could find to make a pair of snowmen, just slightly bigger than an adult’s palm.

To prevent them from melting, she placed them in the freezer. However, one day, the servant, thinking they were just lumps of ice formed in the freezer, threw them out while cleaning.

Fu Han was so upset when she heard about it that she cried bitterly, and it took He Xing a great effort to console her.

He Xing smiled at the memory, thinking how wonderful it would be if it snowed in City A today. He would definitely build a snowman for her, to make up for that past regret.

Snow began to fall before they reached the airport, tiny flurries no bigger than grains of rice, which melted into water before reaching the ground.

He Xing quickly put on an overcoat over his suit and rushed into the airport.

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The severe weather caused flight delays.

In a widespread snowstorm across the nation, most flights were delayed. The flight from Wu City was already late by several hours, and later it simply stated “delayed”, with no information on how long it would be.

Liang Tao pulled some strings to secure a VIP lounge at the airport, allowing He Xing to escape the throbbing crowds and finally sit down for a cup of coffee.

But there was no relaxation in his demeanor. Instead, as time went by, he became increasingly anxious, for flights are most prone to accidents in windy and snowy weather.

…

Twenty-five thousand feet in the sky, Fu Han looked out at the foggy expanse that resembled a layer of frosted wallpaper stuck to the outside of the window, blurring the line between clarity and obscurity.

Suddenly, the plane jolted, causing many onboard to scream.

The intercom had announced several times that the flight had changed its course multiple times due to poor weather, but it now seemed that this had not averted disaster.

A clap of thunder sounded, in that instant the plane went pitch black, magnifying the already intense thunder as if to tear the sky apart.

The lightning subsided, the airport was dark, the plane rocked, and many passengers had started crying.

Yet Fu Han felt a calmness in her heart as she pondered whether she would have any regrets if she couldn’t land safely today?

Her parents were no longer alive, and there was no one in this world related to her by blood. In that case, there shouldn’t be any regrets, as nobody would grieve a close relative’s loss.

But Grandfather He would be sad, wouldn’t he? He’d spent his life in the business world, enduring the pain of his son and daughter-in-law’s sudden deaths. He treated Fu Han like his own granddaughter; he would be hurt.

Fu Han closed her eyes and silently said in her heart, “Grandfather, I’m sorry that I have to make you experience the pain of burying your loved one once again.”

When she opened her eyes, she saw He Xing’s face in the darkness. He didn’t speak but looked at her with teary eyes.

He Xing could cry?

Yes, he could. That year when she had her first period, not understanding what it was, she thought she was dying and seriously spoke her last words to He Xing.

Thinking she was truly dying, He Xing’s eyes reddened, he said a lot to her, but time had faded the memory, and she couldn’t recall what he had exactly said, just that his words had suddenly made her unafraid of death.

Bai Wei and Luo Qinghe were sitting behind Fu Han, having swapped places with her to sit together.

Their nearly ten-day trip to Antarctica had blessed them with sights of emperor penguins, seals, a snow-covered landscape, and even the aurora borealis.

The journey could have lasted longer. Luo Qinghe had suggested they spend a few more days near Wu City, but it was Fu Han who requested to return early, forcing him to give up the idea.

It wasn’t really Fu Han’s fault—the main reason was that Bai Wei suddenly declared, with great determination, that she intended to pursue Luo Qinghe, and she indeed embarked on a relentless chase.

Knowing that Luo Qinghe liked Nan Qing, Fu Han felt uncomfortable seeing him occasionally joke with Bai Wei despite having refused her, much like watching the ambiguous interactions between He Xing and Xia Ning.