Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 415: Don’t Try to Fool Me

Chapter 415: Chapter 415: Don’t Try to Fool Me

He Xing’s gaze shifted coldly to Liang Tao; Liang Tao witnessed how, in that instant, the steam stopped rising from the coffee, transforming it from a hot brew to a cold one.

And even colder were He Xing’s words, "I told you on your first day at He Group never to try to fool me. You haven’t forgotten, have you?"

Even though Liang Tao wasn’t looking at He Xing, beads of sweat, as big as beans, still trickled down his forehead; when they hit the floor, they seemed to emit a sound like shattering glass.

He had known about He Xing’s terrifying side since he started working for him, or more accurately, from the time he had his job interview with He Group.

It’s no exaggeration to say that for the past four years, working by He Xing’s side every day was like walking on eggshells, obeying his commands without question.

Because he had "deceived" He Xing today, his calves were now twitching uncontrollably, and he had virtually no will to resist, so he ended up spilling everything that happened in the company to He Xing.

But He Xing was truly himself. His face shifted from an initial iron blue to calm. After listening to all that Liang Tao had to report, He Xing said calmly, "As an assistant, you’ve hidden so much from me. Your bonus for this month is entirely forfeited."

Liang Tao panicked, hastily explaining, "General Manager He, you’ve wronged me, it was the Chairman who told me not to tell you."

"Dare to argue?" He Xing’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he said coldly, "If the Chairman were too tired from work and his health suffered, do you think I would simply deduct your one month’s bonus?"

Liang Tao swallowed all the words he had wanted to say, looking at He Xing with a pitiful gaze, ultimately not uttering a single word, his face filled with helpless resignation.

He Xing then turned his attention back to the financial statements on his computer. A failed tender was something he hadn’t anticipated; supposedly, the client had previously indicated that the tender was merely a formality, but unexpectedly, the outcome was quite different.

Now was not the time to ponder these matters. With things having progressed to this point, he had to consider how to deal with the current issue.

Although the current situation suggested that Old Master He had already recovered some of the losses, how could the loss of a project worth several hundred million be so easily settled?

He Xing’s brows remained deeply furrowed when suddenly his phone vibrated. There was no ringtone, but the vibration’s sound in the quiet VIP Lounge was piercing enough, drawing the gazes of many people toward him.

"Hello, Uncle Zhou, what’s going on?" He Xing answered the phone calmly, without any hint of embarrassment.

Liang Tao watched He Xing with admiration from the side. If his own phone had disturbed others, he would have been so ashamed that he wished he could crawl into a hole. He Xing, however, had a psychological fortitude unlike any other, entirely indifferent to the attention from others.

Yet, no more than a few seconds into the call, He Xing’s expression changed. He hastily said, "I’ll be right there," then hung up the phone in a rush.

Liang Tao was utterly confused, having no idea what had just transpired. He quickly packed up the items on the table and followed He Xing, pushing the luggage of both men behind him.

Fortunately, they had driven to the airport. And luckily, though He Xing was in a hurry, he at least hadn’t driven off directly; Liang Tao’s car door was still not fully closed when He Xing floored the accelerator and the car roared to life.

What followed was an intense experience for Liang Tao, a firsthand taste of what it means to be in a life-and-death race in a Lamborghini. Not having fastened his seatbelt, and because the speed was so immense, his head collided intimately with the car door. For the rest of the drive, he clung desperately to the handle overhead to prevent his head from suffering further impacts.

The car shot out of the airport like a bolt of lightning, heading toward the city center.

When Liang Tao finally adjusted to the current pace, he cautiously looked at He Xing and asked, "General Manager He, what exactly happened?"

"Your jinx came true; Grandpa has had an accident," He Xing replied amidst his busyness, not forgetting to glance back and glare fiercely at Liang Tao. His voice, cold as a wintry gale from hell, said, "If you ever withhold anything from me again, pack your things and roll out of Hexi Building."

"General Manager He, I promise it absolutely won’t happen again." To bolster the credibility of his words, Liang Tao even raised his left hand, making a swearing gesture.

His pledge of loyalty, of course, elicited no response from He Xing.

Several minutes later, Liang Tao realized something was amiss. He had never said anything about Old Master He being in trouble; it was He Xing who had earlier in the VIP Lounge mentioned what would happen if something befell his grandfather.

Even if hundreds of boldness were lent to Liang Tao, he would not dare argue with He Xing at that moment about who had jinxed Old Master He.

Normally, the drive from the airport to He Group would take an hour, but today, under He Xing’s excessive speed, they arrived in less than forty minutes.

What astonished Liang Tao most was that they had hardly encountered any red lights along the way; the journey had been almost entirely free of obstructions, a stroke of luck that even he couldn’t help but be amazed by.

It was a weekday, and by now it was evening. He Group generally didn’t work overtime, so in the sprawling building, most offices had already turned off their lights, with only the dim energy-saving lights illuminating the first floor.

At the He Group’s first-floor service desk, the customer service staff had gone for the day, leaving only two security guards by the door. The winter chill was biting, especially pronounced at night, and the guards, bundled up in thick clothes, stood huddled at the entrance, lost in thought. When they sporadically noticed He Xing approaching, they straightened up to greet him, "Good evening, General Manager He."

Without turning back, He Xing entered, with Liang Tao hurrying along behind him. From a distance, he heard the guards muttering to each other.

One, puzzled, asked, "What’s going on tonight? The Chairman came over more than an hour ago, and now General Manager He is here too?"

The other, lowering his voice, said, "For your own good, you’re better off not asking about these things. The Chairman and the general manager are here for a reason."

During the forty minutes on the road, Liang Tao hadn’t figured out exactly what had happened to Old Master He. He initially thought He Xing would head to the hospital; unexpectedly, He Xing had come straight to the office, which only added to Liang Tao’s confusion.

The two made their way through the elevator, out of the elevator, and onto the top floor. He Xing passed by his own office without pausing and headed straight toward the end of the corridor, where Old Master He’s office was located.

Old Master He enjoyed the bustle; his office was situated at the far end. Walls of floor-to-ceiling windows flanked the space, offering views of A-City’s bustling streets and the river not far away. It was the quietest office on the floor with the best scenery.