Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 338: Bitten by a Dog

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Bitten by a Dog

Liang Tao, red-faced with anger, rolled up his sleeves ready to rush in for a heated argument. However, He Xing raised his hand to stop him, "Liang Tao, let me ask you, if you were bitten by a dog, would you bite back? Aren’t you afraid of getting a mouthful of fur?"

Xia Guoxiong’s beautiful assistant’s eyes widened in disbelief at He Xing’s words. In her dreams, she hadn’t imagined He Xing could speak so forcefully—insulting people without using a single obscenity, yet capable of angering one to the point of spitting blood.

The assistant’s pretty face turned white then red, one hand on her hip in a defiant stance reminiscent of a quarrelsome shrew, yet against He Xing, she ultimately didn’t dare.

Liang Tao, on the other hand, felt extremely satisfied. He chuckled as he rubbed his chin, seamlessly playing along with He Xing, "You’re right, Boss He. I’ve always disliked dogs myself, especially those that, lacking any real ability, only yap incessantly, thinking they’re so noble—those pet dogs."

At this point, Liang Tao stuck his tongue out at the assistant, cruelly adding, "Some people think they’re phoenixes just because they’ve perched on a high branch, never considering their own weight and measure."

"You fatso, who gave you permission to run your mouth?" The assistant’s ire flared up in Liang Tao’s face. Her slender, delicate fingernails pointed at him, "You think you can cause trouble at Xia Group? Believe me, I can have you thrown out."

"No need." He Xing interjected again, his cold gaze unflinching as he looked at the assistant impassively, "Please inform Chairman Xia that since this is his chosen method of handling matters, then let’s proceed with this approach."

After saying this, He Xing turned and walked away without further delay.

Liang Tao glared fiercely at Xia Guoxiong’s assistant before hurriedly following He Xing toward the elevator—assistants are indeed ranked differently, and someone like Liang Tao, who actually gets things done, truly despised Xia Guoxiong’s assistant, who was all looks but no substance, clearly intimate with the boss by any discerning eye.

Just as He Xing and Liang Tao hadn’t taken more than two steps, a click sounded from behind them: the door to the Chairman’s office opened—before this, the assistant had been insisting that Xia Guoxiong was in a meeting and not in his office.

"He Xing, He Xing, Boss He, wait a moment please, there’s room to negotiate," Xia Guoxiong called out while running after He Xing, which was enough to make any onlooker’s stomach turn.

He Xing slowly came to a halt and turned around, with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Chairman Xia, I heard you’re in a meeting so I won’t disturb you. Goodbye."

"It was a video conference, and it’s already over," Xia Guoxiong replied with an obsequious smile, "It’s a great honor for Boss He to visit Xia Group, brightening our day. This assistant of mine is just too old-fashioned, not even reporting your arrival. Really now."

"Chairman Xia!" The assistant was the first to act aggrieved, pouting as she looked at Xia Guoxiong, even daring to act spoiled in front of He Xing, "What did I do wrong, I..."

"Enough, don’t say more," Xia Guoxiong’s face finally darkened as he glared fiercely at the assistant: "Why are you still standing here? Go make coffee for Boss He."

The assistant stamped her foot in frustration, saying plaintively, "You know I can’t make coffee."

Xia Guoxiong’s face turned livid with anger, but because He Xing was present, he had to maintain composure; even so, his finger nearly poked the assistant in the forehead, "Are you a pig? If you can’t make coffee, can’t you ask someone else to do it?"

Even if the assistant were any less smart, she’d now understood Xia Guoxiong was truly angry. With tears in her eyes, she said "I understand" and turned to leave quietly, her retreating figure akin to a willow swaying in the wind.

Upon Xia Guoxiong’s repeated invitations, He Xing reluctantly made his way to Xia Guoxiong’s office.

This wasn’t He Xing’s first visit to Xia Guoxiong’s office, but every visit made him uncomfortable; simply put, the office was cluttered with too many things that had nothing to do with work.

There were items like a yoga mat and various fitness equipment, things Xia Guoxiong would never use as far as He Xing knew since Xia Guoxiong never exercised to begin with.

The most exaggerated was the sofa in Xia Guoxiong’s office—extremely large and comfortable to sit on, but so big it was practically a bed.

Though Xia Guoxiong’s office was spacious, the bulky sofa set made it feel a tad cramped.

He Xing was about to sit on a single-seat sofa, but just as he was about to, he suddenly noticed something black and fabric-like behind a cushion. Furrowing his brow deeply, in the end, he chose to sit on the long sofa instead.

Xia Guoxiong, with sharp eyes, saw what was happening and quickly stuffed the "black fabric" back into the crevice of the sofa and covered it with a cushion, then took a seat as well, "He Xing, did you come to see me about something?"

"I heard you called the police?" He Xing’s upbringing prompted him to use formal language with elders, though the expression on his face was anything but respectful.

Xia Guoxiong rubbed his hands together, revealing a helpless smile, "He Xing, you know, Fu Han and Bai Wei called the police. They’re trying to get our kids locked up. I can’t just sit by idly. Su Cheng and Luo Qinghe were ruthless, and Xiaocheng and Xiaoning were no less harmed than Fu Han and the rest. They can’t be injured and then sent to jail, can they?"

This talk virtually overturned He Xing’s principles; it was Xia Ning and Xia Cheng who initiated the violence, with Su Cheng and Luo Qinghe only seeking justice for Fu Han and others. Yet, in the end, Xia Ning and Xia Cheng became the victims.

On the flip side, Xia Guoxiong continued unabated, "When I took them to treat their wounds yesterday, we also got a forensic assessment. All our demands are justified and well-supported."

The temperature in the office seemed to plummet. Liang Tao visibly shivered, his arms covered with goosebumps. Worried, he glanced toward He Xing, indeed noticing his expression turn stone cold.

Just then, the office door opened, and the assistant came in holding a tray with two cups of coffee. Seeing Xia Guoxiong, she immediately grinned and cooed, "Chairman Xia, this is the Blue Mountain coffee you like, specially prepared for you."

Xia Guoxiong’s gaze shifted from frosty to suggestive. He stroked his chin, instructing the assistant to set the coffee down, "You’ve done well. We don’t need you here anymore, you can go."

The assistant nodded obediently and left.

He Xing looked at his coffee but didn’t touch it. His gaze shifted back to Xia Guoxiong, "Chairman Xia, let’s not beat around the bush. Was this idea given to you by Yi Lixing?"

"True to your name, He Xing, you are well-informed," Xia Guoxiong didn’t argue, but instead laughed more joyously, "Yi Lixing is indeed talented. You let go of such a resource, which truly seems a pity."