Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 232: Red Eyes

Chapter 232: Chapter 232: Red Eyes

He Xing was stunned, his shocked gaze fixed on his grandfather. The He Group was the enterprise his grandfather had fought to build his entire life, and he had thought that his grandfather would never be able to let it go. But what he hadn’t realized was that, in his grandfather’s heart, his and Fu Han’s happiness weighed even more heavily.

His eyes reddened, and it seemed that this was the first time he had ever gotten emotional in front of his grandfather since his parents had left.

In his early years, his grandfather had experienced the heart-wrenching pain of white-haired people sending off those with black hair, and he felt great compassion for He Xing, his only grandson; but to their generation, the more they cherished someone, the stricter they were with them.

As a result, He Xing had no childhood to speak of. Aside from completing the homework assigned by school, he also had to endure his grandfather’s rigorous training. Every summer vacation, he even had to intern at the He Group, where he would be rebuked if he performed poorly.

He had known from a young age that the He Group was his responsibility. But what he hadn’t expected was that when it came time for him to shoulder the responsibility of the He Group, his grandfather would say such words.

After calming his grandfather, He Xing left the ward. He stood in front of a window at the end of the corridor, watching the bustle of traffic and the hustle and bustle of pedestrians on the crosswalk of the street next door.

Every person in this world is an independent individual; no one will stay for someone else. Even the closest relations can only be part of one’s life for a while. But there is always that one person in the most special position, who can remain in your life forever.

"Young Master, is there something you need from me?" a gentle middle-aged voice sounded, interrupting He Xing’s thoughts. It was Old Zhou who had come out.

He Xing turned slowly, the blue sky and white clouds instantly becoming his backdrop, as he looked expressionlessly at Old Zhou: "What exactly did Xia Ning say to Grandfather?"

"Nothing much in particular," Old Zhou recalled as he spoke, "Miss Xia initially talked to the Master about you, and then mentioned the movie you’re currently screening. She just casually mentioned that the box office wasn’t doing well, and that her father could help you arrange showings without compensation, and something about you not agreeing."

The wind outside the window picked up a bit. Even though summer had already arrived, Old Zhou felt a layer of fine goosebumps on his arms, that chilling feeling creeping up on him once again.

It took He Xing well over a minute before he spoke again, "It might be difficult for you to care for Grandfather alone. Starting today, hire two caregivers to take care of Grandfather with you, and remember, from now on, whoever wants to visit Grandfather must have my permission. Without it, no one is to be admitted."

"Yes, Young Master." Old Zhou knew that although He Xing hadn’t explicitly said so, these words clearly blamed him for letting Xia Ning in, which had aggravated the old Master’s condition.

He Xing took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag. The swirling smoke enveloped him, and his voice, veiled with disdain, became diffuse, "It won’t be long before the world’s leading neuroscientists will arrive. Grandfather’s condition will definitely improve by then. Until that time, you must take good care of him."

"Yes, Young Master." Inspired, Old Zhou immediately straightened up, his murky eyes shining with a faint light.

"Take good care of Grandfather," said He Xing before leaving without looking back.

Old Zhou stared at He Xing’s retreating figure, suddenly realizing that his shirt seemed loose; from the back, it appeared almost hollow. This would have been inconceivable in the past, as He Xing’s clothes had always been tailor-made since childhood.

"It seems the Young Master has lost a lot of weight during this time," Old Zhou sighed, shaking his head slowly with unmistakable sympathy in his eyes.

He was an orphan with no parents, surviving on begging as a child. By chance, he found a wallet filled with money. If he had taken the money inside, he could have bought the candy he dreamt of eating.

But he didn’t. In the dead of winter, he huddled in a corner, barefoot and wearing tattered clothes, waiting because he believed the owner would surely return for the wallet.

As night fell and snowflakes gently covered the world, a Mercedes, rare in those days, stopped not far from him. Two people got out of the car, searching around for something. They saw the crouching beggar but ignored him.

It was the young Old Zhou who approached them, asking if they had lost something. After verifying that the wallet belonged to them, he carefully took it out from the inside of his clothes and handed it over, then shrugged his shoulders and walked towards a distant bridge, his place to sleep — not knowing if there was still room there at this late hour.

Headlights illuminated behind him, and he instinctively moved to the side, but to his surprise, the car stopped beside him. The passenger-side window rolled down, and a kind-looking young man asked, "Kid, you found my wallet and didn’t take a single cent for yourself?"

Old Zhou rubbed his arms, feeling the chill of the snow-filled sky seeping into his bones, his teeth chattering, "You didn’t give me the money, how could I take it?"

Laughter came from inside the car, and the middle-aged man beckoned Old Zhou over. As if under a spell, Old Zhou approached immediately. The middle-aged man smiled and asked, "Would you like to come with me?"

Then, Old Zhou was taken away with him. It was the first time in his life that he had ridden in a car. Cars back then had no heaters, but he felt that the car was much warmer than under the bridge.

The young man was the young master, the same young Master He of years past. Master He got married, had children, and Old Zhou, like a nanny, helped with the kids. Later, when He Xing was born, he busied himself even more.

Old Zhou had dedicated his entire life to the He Family. They had treated him well in return, with a generous salary and even a house and a car. Old Zhou was a grandfather himself now.

Fifty years had gone by, and to Old Zhou, Master He had not changed at all. He was still the same young man who opened the car window in the Snowland and spoke to Old Zhou with a smile.

As for He Xing, Old Zhou had watched him grow up a bit at a time. Today was the first day Old Zhou had realized that He Xing actually bore such a strong resemblance to Master He in his youth.

Old Zhou turned and walked step by step toward Master He’s ward, striving to keep his back straight as an arrow.

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Outside Huating’s District One, in the Cafe.

Fu Han remembered the Doctor’s stern warnings: no coffee, no alcohol, no chili peppers, no food with hormones, and a diet that had to be bland.

She looked over the menu. This luxuriously decorated Cafe offered a variety of coffees, desserts, none of which were suitable for her current diet.

To avoid being laughed at, Fu Han ordered a dessert and then requested a glass of plain water to be brought over.

Sitting across from her, Xia Ning’s spring onion-like fingers pinched the exquisite coffee cup, gently stirring the coffee sporadically with a golden spoon, her eyes unabashedly surveying Fu Han’s face.

To be fair, Fu Han’s previous face had been enough to incite envy in Xia Ning, but now, the face she possessed stirred even greater jealousy within her.