Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 246: Useful Trick

Chapter 246: Chapter 246: Useful Trick

Considering the cafe was crowded, He Xing restrained himself from causing a scene and could only maintain his distance from Xia Ning as best as he could, lowering his voice to say, "Fine, I agree, but the rate of return on the investment won’t be calculated as per your document, the rate of return will increase by two percentage points."

"Okay, I’ll listen to you," Xia Ning looked up at He Xing, her beautiful face was covered with smiles. If she wasn’t worried about upsetting He Xing, she really couldn’t help but to lean in for a kiss.

"All right, now go back to your seat. I’ve already had someone bring over the contract. We’ll sign the contract and then you can leave." Since he was taking her money, He Xing’s tone was no longer as harsh as before, but his face was still not pleasant to look at.

Anyway, she had already hugged him and rested her head on his shoulder today, so Xia Ning felt that she came out ahead in the grand scheme of things. She didn’t dare push her luck and obediently returned to her seat across from him.

The coffee and desserts were served one after another. Xia Ning ate the sweet treats with a delicate petal spoon, bite by bite, her eyes seemingly glued on He Xing, blatantly sneaking glances at him.

He Xing, on the other hand, acted as if he saw nothing, opening his laptop and continuously typing on the keyboard, not wasting a single minute.

About twenty minutes later, Liang Tao arrived, gasping for air, with two contracts in hand that were still warm from the printer, clearly freshly produced.

After carefully reviewing the contracts, He Xing handed them over to Xia Ning only when he had confirmed there were no issues: "Check it out, if there’s no problem, sign it."

"Sure," Xia Ning, without even looking, briskly signed her name, then handed both copies of the contract to He Xing, hoping to receive his praise.

Unfortunately, He Xing did not even lift his eyelids, signing his name just as quickly.

The contract was in duplicate, effective upon the signatures and seals of both parties; one copy was kept by Xia Ning, and the other by He Xing.

He Xing carelessly put the contract in his briefcase, slowly stood up, "Xia Ning, I have other matters to attend to, so I’m leaving now. Make yourself comfortable."

"Wait a second," Xia Ning followed He Xing in her high heels, "Brother He Xing, I heard that Grandpa He is having surgery tomorrow. Can I come to the hospital tomorrow and wait outside the Operating Room for him?"

"Do as you please." He Xing intended to refuse, knowing all too well that Xia Ning’s purpose in going to the hospital was not really out of concern for grandfather, but to pester him; but he also understood that even if he refused now, Xia Ning would still come up with other excuses to get there, just like before.

On the way back to the hospital, He Xing asked expressionlessly, "Still no news of Fu Han?"

"That’s right, President He." Large beads of sweat emerged on Liang Tao’s forehead, though he dared not wipe them away as he spoke in a low voice, "Miss Fu got off the plane and our people followed her for a while, but then it was as if she vanished into thin air, and we couldn’t find her anymore."

"What about Bai Wei? When is she coming back from Nuan City?" He Xing radiated a chill from head to toe, as if he wished he could turn everyone within a hundred miles into blocks of ice.

At that moment, Liang Tao was in agony, feeling as though he was being tormented by both fire and ice, end-over-end.

Gathering courage with eyes shut, he said, "I’ve contacted Lady Bai Wei. She’s no longer in Nuan City. She said she wants to take advantage of her break to tour the great scenery of our homeland."

Anyone with a brain could decode Bai Wei’s intention, which was clearly to spend more time alone with Luo Qinghe, without caring about anyone else.

It was indeed puzzling that Luo Qinghe, who had been scalded with sulfuric acid on his back, actually left the hospital in less than a week and took a flight to Nuan City with Bai Wei on the same day he was discharged, which just happened to be the same day Fu Han boarded a plane to go abroad. Thinking about it now, it was tough not to link all these events together.

He Xing had one foot in the hospital when he suddenly stopped, turned back emotionlessly to look at Liang Tao, "I don’t care what you have to do, but I need to see Bai Wei immediately. If she has no work, then throw some He Group’s endorsements at her agent and have her come back for the Spokesperson shoot. Or, you can also start with Luo Qinghe, have the hospital call Bai Wei, exaggerate Luo Qinghe’s condition, and tell them to come back for a follow-up checkup, understood?"

"Understood," Liang Tao responded very loudly, as if he were being called on by a teacher back in his school days.

He Xing gave him another look, said nothing, and entered the hospital, heading straight for the elevator.

Liang Tao wiped his sweaty face with his hand, and as the hospital’s air conditioning hit him, he felt utterly wrecked.

But it must be said, He Xing’s methods, although somewhat harsh, were indeed very effective, sinister, and vicious, hitting fatally with every strike.

...

In M Country, an unnamed small town.

Fu Han had been here for over a week now, with her mood changing drastically in the past few days - from initial sadness to a calm that now allowed her to think of He Xing without breaking down into tears.

Fu Xingbo, whether by his appearance or by any measure, was a successful man. It wasn’t until Fu Han actually arrived in M Country that she realized just how successful he truly was.

Besides his company in M Country, the resort village they were in now was built from land he had purchased, developed, promoted, eventually turning it into a bustling small town.

Upon their arrival in M Country, they went directly to this secluded and picturesque small town, which felt like a utopian paradise.

Fu Han was free to go wherever she wanted here; her only regret was that she did not have an M Country driver’s license to drive herself, but Fu Xingbo hired a driver for her, which somewhat made up for it.

The driver was an African-American, and although at first she was concerned about communication barriers, she was pleasantly surprised at how smoothly she could converse with him. It seemed that even though she had amnesia, certain things were forever etched in her mind.

For example, the three years she spent away from He Xing were in M Country, where she spoke the language of M Country. How much can three years change, and how much can it leave behind?

Early this morning, Fu Han had a glass of pure milk and a sandwich, then took her SLR camera and decided to head out, thinking about it, she also took the sketchbook that Nan Qing had given her.

Although her decision to come to M Country had been last-minute, she still told Nan Qing and Su Cheng about it, the two people she had come to consider as good friends since she woke up.

Last night, during their video call, Nan Qing had expressed regret for not being able to see Fu Han off at the airport. She said that she would visit Fu Han in M Country after the busy period at the gallery was over.