Beg Me to Remarry-Chapter 62 - 0 Courage

Chapter 62: 062 Courage

Chapter 62: 062 Courage

Xia Ning’s hand clutching the black gold card was very forceful, as though she wished she could crush it to bits. Her pearly teeth left a neat imprint on her lips, and eventually, she slowly nodded.

At the same time, Xia Guoxiong and Xia Cheng exchanged a stealthy look without making a sound.

…

He Group, CEO’s Office.

The vast office was eerily silent, with several people standing in front of the desk. Without exception, they were dressed in black suits, their hair meticulously groomed, and the majority of them wearing glasses.

He Xing was flipping through the documents in his hands page by page. When he closed the file, he looked up at the people standing before him, his attractive eyes flickering with a calm light.

“I want Yang Kaitai to pay the price, to know who he can provoke and who he can’t.”

“Yes, CEO He,” the group of legal department lawyers replied energetically, their responses loud and clear, yet not one dared to meet He Xing’s gaze.

“You may leave,” He Xing gestured with his hand, and the lawyers left one after another, fearful that lagging even half a step behind would result in He Xing keeping them back.

It was strange to say, but despite He Xing not having been in the company for long, and many of the veterans being older than him, everyone felt an inexplicable fear of this future helmsman.

He always had an expressionless face, as calm as if the sky falling down didn’t matter to him; many people even bet privately that he was one who never smiled.

Yet, such a man, after taking over the He Group for a few years, elevated the company’s business landscape to a new level, making it an enterprise of great significance in Country Z.

Liang Tao pushed open the door with a coffee in hand: “CEO He, this is the material for the ten o’clock video conference.”

He Xing, looking out of the floor-to-ceiling window at the blue sky and white clouds, his face as finely chiseled as a sculpture, remained unresponsive, as if he hadn’t heard Liang Tao’s words.

Liang Tao, following his gaze, muttered under his breath, “The weather is perfect today, ideal for an autumn outing.”

“What did you say?” He Xing turned to look at Liang Tao, and the temperature in the room dropped suddenly. Despite the bright sunshine outside, the office felt like a frozen snowland.

Liang Tao swallowed hard and, steeling himself, said, “I’ve just received news that Miss Fu and Mr. Su have gone out for an outing.”

“Where did they go for the outing?” He Xing’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He had listened for any movement outside Fu Han’s house when he left that morning and had guessed that Fu Han had not gotten up yet.

“We haven’t found out where yet,” Liang Tao sneaked a glance at He Xing and feigned courage as he said, “CEO He, I think you quite fancy Miss Fu. If you like her, you should tell her, you should take the initiative, you should confess.”

He Xing frowned, his attractive eyes twinkling, “Who said I haven’t confessed?”

Since her return, he had said numerous times that he had only Fu Han, not Xia Ning, but instead of any reaction, Fu Han’s attitude towards him grew even colder.

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Liang Tao’s legs were already trembling, and he swallowed his saliva, speaking softly, “CEO He, when chasing a girl, you need thick skin, to put pride aside, to be persistent and shameless. You’re too…”

Intimidated by He Xing’s presence, he dared not continue, but his eyes kept staring at He Xing, displaying a sense of braveness he had never had before.

He Xing swiftly skimmed through the meeting materials and casually asked, “Is it just the two of them?”

Liang Tao took a full two minutes to realize who He Xing was referring to, internally sighing at his boss’s stubbornness. With an especially eager tone, he said, “No, apart from them, Nan Qing and Luo Qinghe are also going, so you don’t need to worry too much.”

“How open of them,” He Xing snorted coldly and lowered his head back to the documents, remaining silent on the matter.

Feeling a chill down his neck, Liang Tao knew from past experience that the wisest thing to do was to leave quickly – to hang up the problem where it didn’t concern him.

Yet recalling how He Xing had become increasingly unpredictable and temperamental lately, Liang Tao gathered his courage to continue, “CEO He, I don’t know what happened between you and Miss Fu in the past, but I feel that there should still be a place for you in her heart.”

“Where did you see that?” There was a sparkle in He Xing’s eyes, and his handsome face showed a look of anticipation.

“That day when I told Miss Fu that you had canceled an already signed contract for her sake, I saw her emotions were very complex,” remembered Liang Tao, recalling Fu Han’s expression from a few days ago.

Such a complex and indescribable expression was a first in his life.

“Enough, stop talking about these things; get back to work,” He Xing instantly reverted to his expressionless demeanor.

But once the office was left to himself, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

…

The autumn sky was clear, the air crisp, with not a cloud in sight, the sky as bright as if a storm had just passed.

Blue skies and white clouds created a scene that made one feel the urge to capture in a photograph for a screensaver.

The paparazzi in the corridor had disappeared.

The security guards at Huating No.1 had turned a blind eye for a day before finally chasing away the journalists outside their hallway in the middle of the night, and also offered Fu Han a perfunctory apology, saying those security guards had climbed over the wall to get in.

After the storm comes a rainbow.

Fu Han was in an excellent mood today. She wore a fruit-green sweater with black casual pants and graffiti-covered sneakers, believable as a university student on campus.

She had arranged with Nan Qing to go on an autumn outing today, Fu Han to take pictures and Nan Qing to paint.

Nan Qing mentioned she had arranged a car, but when Fu Han came downstairs, she realized that Nan Qing had actually booked Luo Qinghe’s car, with Su Cheng sitting in the passenger seat.

Fu Han felt somewhat awkward about this and thought it was inappropriate, but she didn’t know how to refuse. After all, it wasn’t the time to back out, was it?

She got into the car with a stiff upper lip. During the journey, the other three chatted happily, with Fu Han hardly joining in.

Su Cheng occasionally tried to cue her in with a flushed face, Fu Han was not very enthusiastic, and Nan Qing would kindly intercede on her behalf.

Besides greeting her at their first meeting, Luo Qinghe hardly spoke to Fu Han. Only occasionally would their eyes meet in the rearview mirror, and then quickly move away, as if nothing had happened.

About an hour’s drive later, they reached their destination, a small unnamed mountain in the A city suburbs with a gentle elevation.

At the foot of the mountain was a spacious grassland suitable for camping; higher up were lush pine trees, still radiantly green in the autumn; and further away were the houses of a rural village, scattered and full of life.

Surrounding the houses were vast farmlands where one could occasionally see golden rice stalks yet to be harvested, and cattle grazing with their heads bowed.

Fu Han instantly fell in love with the place, feeling as if she could quietly live here, detached from the world.