Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 411: Killing to Break the Heart

Chapter 411: Chapter 411: Killing to Break the Heart

Striking at the heart, the He Group’s loss of several billion-dollar projects caused the staff’s resignation rate to skyrocket. Although not many core employees left, the news spread unfavorably. In the ears of gossipy journalists, the He Group was already seen as a collapsing skyscraper.

All employees of the He Group were eagerly hoping for He Xing to return quickly, but instead of him, it was the old Mr. He who came back.

Upon his arrival, Mr. He immediately began a sweeping reform, eliminating some departments that were only taking money without doing any work. As a result, some staff had their workload increase, which inevitably led to grumbling.

But before the complaints could emerge, Mr. He firmly nipped them in the bud. He issued an announcement that all employees with increased workloads would receive a 20% salary increase if they could complete their work satisfactorily within three months; as for other staff whose workloads were already saturated, their pay would also increase by 10%.

Mr. He’s reforms taught all employees a lesson: the He Group doesn’t provide for idlers, but if you work hard, you will not be treated unjustly.

After this policy was released, the massive wave of resignations at the He Group came to a complete end.

Then there was the issue of projects. The He Group had invested in the multi-billion-dollar project, and now all that investment might go down the drain. The best solution was to find new projects to mitigate the He Group’s losses.

In the past few days, Mr. He had been fully engaged in reaching out to the relevant people, and Old Zhou, besides sleeping, was always with Mr. He day and night.

Now, less than half an hour before lunchtime, Mr. He finally ended a phone call that had lasted an hour.

The call was made by Mr. He, aimed at inviting the other party to discuss a cooperation matter. Even though Mr. He was the more passive party, he did not lose out in terms of momentum.

While delivering ginseng tea to Mr. He, Old Zhou couldn’t help but mutter, "Master, you’re not young anymore. You can’t keep working back-to-back like this; your body won’t be able to take it."

"Indeed, I am old. There’s no denying it," Mr. He leaned back against the leather chair, weary and closing his eyes.

Old Zhou put down the ginseng tea, moved behind Mr. He, and stretched out his hands to massage him. His movements were forceful and methodical, evidently well-practiced.

Twenty minutes later, Mr. He opened his eyes, the fatigue nearly gone from his gaze. He picked up the ginseng tea from the table, which was still warm and perfect for drinking.

Old Zhou continued to massage Mr. He’s shoulders, "Master, what would you like for lunch? I’ll go and buy it for you."

"Just have someone bring the food to the hospital. I’ll go have lunch there with He Xing," Mr. He said with a smile, his eyes softening considerably when he mentioned He Xing. "I didn’t visit him yesterday. I wonder how he’s doing now."

"Alright, I’ll arrange it right away." Old Zhou’s laughter became more heartwarming. He picked up the phone and turned to leave.

...

In He Xing’s ward.

The glass coffee table was filled with food, all neatly packaged and delivered from a five-star hotel, with appealing presentation and full of flavor.

Because Fu Han’s surgery had been successful, He Xing’s mood had brightened a great deal, and his appetite had vastly improved. He ate voraciously, finishing a bowl of rice in just a few bites.

As Liang Tao served him more food, He Xing glanced at Mr. He with a slight blush on his face, "Grandfather, how is the company doing lately?"

Mr. He was eating fish, enjoying the delicious glutinous rice fish.

At the question, he paused but then smiled the next second, "Everything is normal. Why do you suddenly ask? Haven’t I told you? With grandfather here, you just focus on recovering."

The joy in He Xing’s eyes deepened. He cleared his throat awkwardly before speaking again, "Grandfather, I... if the company isn’t too busy, I was thinking... I might go to M Country to see Fu Han and, if possible, bring her back."

"That’s a good idea." Mr. He put down his utensils excitedly, looking at He Xing and said fervently, "I was just wondering when you’d go to see Fu Han. Since you brought it up, why don’t you get discharged today and go find her tomorrow?"

The news was so sudden that He Xing was shocked, leading to a severe coughing fit which terrified Old Zhou enough to rush to serve him a bowl of soup.

Once his coughing had subsided, his eyes reddened with the strain, looking as if he were crying.

Mr. He’s eyes twinkled with amusement, but he still feigned sternness, "It’s just a visit to see Fu Han. Why are you so overexcited? If word gets out, people might start thinking the He Family is uncultured."

Old Zhou couldn’t help bursting into laughter at this, "Master, I dare say there’s no one in the whole world who would think the young master is uncultured."

By then, He Xing’s face was so red it seemed ready to bleed. Hearing this, he shot Old Zhou a grateful look, "Uncle Zhou is right."

Laughter filled the ward, turning the cold room into a place filled with warmth.

Liang Tao, who had been tidying up He Xing’s belongings on the other side, hesitated before quietly reminding, "Mr. He, we can’t complete discharge procedures this afternoon. If you want to be discharged, the earliest we can do so is tomorrow morning."

"Why didn’t you say that earlier?" He Xing glared at Liang Tao, his joy visibly dampened.

Liang Tao’s face turned darkly red and beads of sweat formed on the tip of his nose. He mumbled quietly, "Well, Mr. He, I didn’t know earlier today that you were planning to be discharged."

He Xing was left speechless by the comment, a palpable pressure radiating from him and spreading in all directions, with Liang Tao feeling the full weight of it on his shoulders.

Eventually, Mr. He intervened, "What’s the problem? Just be discharged a day later. You can take the evening flight tomorrow."

There are two flights from A City to M Country each day, one in the early morning and one in the evening, precisely spaced twelve hours apart.

It’s only twelve hours, after all. Thinking he had ample time to sort things out, He Xing found this unhurried feeling rather pleasant.

Mr. He repeatedly instructed He Xing to make sure he brought Fu Han back with him. If Fu Han didn’t return, he shouldn’t bother coming back either.

In the end, He Xing was rendered speechless by his grandfather’s insistence, not without irony asking who his true grandson was.