Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 203: The Unspoken Retention

Chapter 203: Chapter 203: The Unspoken Retention

Fu Han occasionally looked up at He Xing’s back, He was extremely serious while working, and somehow, he looked even more... handsome when engrossed in his tasks.

His spine was always straight, no matter what; even when he occasionally stroked his chin in thought, he sat up ramrod straight, like a bamboo that would never bend, possessing an unyielding character.

Suddenly, the piercing ring of a phone shattered the quiet of the ward—someone was calling He Xing.

For some reason, when the ringtone sounded, Fu Han’s heart began to race uncontrollably, a sense of intense unease flooding her. Her hands even started trembling.

Frowning, He Xing glanced at his phone screen and thought for a moment before he stood up and said to Fu Han, "Xiaohan, I’m going out to take a call. I’ll be right back."

Fu Han didn’t want him to leave, but the words wouldn’t come out, and she could only nod silently.

True to his word, He Xing returned in two minutes, but before Fu Han’s smile could bloom, He Xing, already wearing an apologetic face, said, "Xiaohan, there’s been an emergency at the company, and I have to go back for a bit. I’ll return as soon as I sort things out, okay?"

Fu Han really wanted to say no, but looking at the so-called "boyfriend" before her, she couldn’t voice her refusal. Even though she had amnesia, she wasn’t foolish — she knew that even if she really did ask him not to go, He Xing would still find other reasons to persuade her.

Eventually, she just nodded, much like how she had mostly communicated with He Xing since waking up—a nod or a shake of the head, seldom speaking.

He Xing hurriedly stuffed his computer into his briefcase, hoisted his suit jacket, and walked two steps toward the door. Then he thought better of it and approached Fu Han’s bedside. He reached out, intending to touch her.

Fu Han watched him do all this, and she initially did not plan to dodge, but accidentally catching a glimpse of guilt in He Xing’s eyes, a sudden surge of anger rose within her. As his hand was about to touch her head, she turned away.

"I’m off, take care of yourself," said He Xing, hiding the disappointment in his eyes, and after the caregiver arrived, he left hurriedly with his briefcase.

The call had come from Uncle Zhou, informing him that Grandfather had suddenly fainted at home and was now being urgently rushed to the hospital—it was his own grandfather who had raised him, and he couldn’t neglect this.

...

Huangpu Group.

Su Cheng, having left the hospital, drove straight there. The security guards at the entrance saw him from far off and eagerly came to greet him, calling him "Young Master" while opening the door for him.

Despite the raging fury in his heart, he politely thanked the assiduous security guard.

The spacious and bright headquarters of the Huangpu Group operated with meticulous order, each person like a small cog in a machine, working at their designated posts.

Su Cheng took the CEO’s private elevator directly to the top floor. As the elevator doors opened, the CEO’s assistant was already waiting for him outside.

Seeing Su Cheng, the assistant immediately put on a broad smile and said, "Young Master, the CEO is currently in a meeting; he asked you to wait in his office for a moment."

"Take me to him," said Su Cheng, his sharp and angular face from recent weight loss looking particularly stern—a fleeting likeness to He Xing’s mercurial demeanor.

The assistant scurried ahead of Su Cheng, spread his arms in an attempt to stop him, and pleaded with a woeful face, "Young Master, please don’t make it difficult for me. If I let you interrupt the CEO’s meeting again, he’ll definitely fire me, and then I’ll..."

Before he could finish the thought, Su Cheng already slapped the assistant’s obstructing arm away, striding towards the meeting room.

This was Su Cheng’s family business, his home. Even though he had set out on his own to prove his capabilities, this was where he grew up. He knew the location of every single meeting room, so he naturally knew which one his father was in.

Su Cheng stood in front of the three-meter-high meeting room door, took a deep breath, and pushed it open with force.

Dozens of people were in a meeting and turned their gaze to the door upon hearing the commotion. When they saw it was Su Cheng, they all revealed amiable smiles.

For the family-owned Huangpu Group, Su Cheng was the crown prince, and the only one with a claim to succession, facing no competitive obstacles.

As he entered, Mrs. Huangpu was presenting financial matters. Seeing Su Cheng arrive, an involuntary look of affection crossed Mrs. Huangpu’s face, though her words were reproachful, "What are you doing, child? Can’t you see we’re in a meeting? Why can’t you announce yourself before coming in?"

Another tradition within the Huangpu family business was that the Family Head and his wife each held the positions of CEO and Finance Director respectively, firmly keeping the Huangpu Group under their control.

It’s worth noting that the enduring success of the Huangpu Group as a family-owned business was in no small part due to the outstanding capabilities of its Finance Directors from generation to generation.

Furthermore, when Su Cheng became the CEO of the Huangpu Group, his future wife would also assume the role of Finance Director.

Fu Han had studied majors completely unrelated to finance since childhood, which was one reason why Mr. and Mrs. Huangpu disapproved of her relationship with Su Cheng, feeling she was utterly unqualified for the position of Finance Director.

Su Cheng shook off his untimely daydreaming and looked expressionlessly at Mrs. Huangpu, "Mom, I need to talk to you. Could you come out for a moment?"

"You’re really becoming less sensible as you grow up. Can’t you see we’re in the middle of a meeting?" Mr. Huangpu chided, his face, so similar to Su Cheng’s, growing angry.

"Are you coming out or not?" said Su Cheng, as if totally oblivious to his parents’ displeasure, his face emotionless. "If you don’t come out, then I will just say it right here."

Mr. Huangpu’s face had turned ashen, and Mrs. Huangpu immediately dropped her half-finished PPT and hurried over to Su Cheng. Pulling him outside, she whispered, "What’s so important that you can’t discuss it privately with us? Why must you embarrass your father and me like this?"

Su Cheng’s face was full of defiance, but out of respect for the onlooking crowd, he silently followed Mrs. Huangpu out.

The two of them headed straight to Mr. Huangpu’s CEO office. Mrs. Huangpu settled into an armchair and asked coldly, "Alright, tell me, why did you come here today?"

"Why did you let the official Huangpu Group Weibo post that message?" Su Cheng demanded, his face red with anger. "The official account criticized me, saying I’m not the real Su Cheng of the Huangpu family, accusing me of seeking publicity."

"Did that really happen? I wasn’t aware," Mrs. Huangpu said, her voice oozing mock innocence. "Our Huangpu Group is a big target, and many like to ride on the coattails of our fame. Perhaps they simply made a mistake."