Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 420: A Night of Hustle and Bustle

Chapter 420: Chapter 420: A Night of Hustle and Bustle

An hour had passed since the twenty million in cash was in place, yet He Xing still hadn’t received a call from the other party. They had clearly said in a previous phone call that they would send the meeting address over.

He Xing paced anxiously in his office, as the incessant flow of traffic outside resembled a stream of ants, vehicles moving in a ceaseless torrent.

In the streets of winter, there were noticeably fewer pedestrians, each one bundled in thick clothing, head bowed and neck shrunken, trying to shield themselves from the biting wind as much as possible.

He Xing never wore down jackets in winter, but after hustling outside for most of the last night, his wool coat no longer warded off the cold, prompting him to fish out a new down jacket with its tag still attached from his office wardrobe this morning.

Last night there had been a light snowfall, which for A City, marked the coldest period of the year. However, it was also the time when Fu Han was happiest every year.

It was just a pity that this year, during the snowfall, Fu Han wasn’t by his side. But it didn’t matter much; without any snow accumulation, even the falling snow wouldn’t bring her joy.

His mind drifted back to last night. He Xing had just left the home of a former business partner, where he had gone to obtain cash. The ten million in cash he had rallied was the result of making phone calls one after the other; he had contacted almost all of A City’s business partners and the upper-class society, collecting tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, until he had amassed ten million. It was evident how many visits he had to make.

If it weren’t for all this trouble, in a few more hours he would be able to see Fu Han. How wonderful that would be.

In the midst of his scattered thoughts, He Xing’s phone rang. Hastily, he grabbed it, only to see it was Xia Ning calling.

He Xing knew that Xia Ning contacting him could not mean anything good; he immediately silenced the call.

This girl, it was as if she never grew up. Her life was always about nothing but eating, drinking, playing, and merrymaking.

Even though she was now a somewhat famous celebrity, whenever scripts came her way, she would always be overly picky. Gradually, the buzz that "Pan Si Gui Dai" had created for Xia Ning faded, and these days, nobody came looking for her anymore.

Just a few seconds later, Xia Ning called again, persistent as if she wouldn’t rest until she got her way.

With no choice but to answer, He Xing reluctantly picked up the phone, "Xia Ning, I’m really busy today and have no time to meet with you. Go find someone else to hang out with."

"He Xing brother, don’t hang up, I know where Grandpa He is," Xia Ning’s voice was so excited she was practically stumbling over her words.

He Xing’s grip on his phone tightened suddenly as he heard his own hoarse voice asking, "Do you really know where Grandpa is?"

Less than a minute later, He Xing ended the call and rushed towards the office door.

Old Zhou and Liang Tao were on standby outside. Seeing He Xing stepping out, they quickly followed, asking anxiously, "Young Master, where are you going?"

Without stopping, He Xing hurried forward, "I need to go save Grandpa."

Upon hearing this, both men were too excited to stay still and started walking briskly to keep up.

However, by the time they reached the underground parking lot, He Xing’s Lamborghini had already roared to life, speeding off towards the exit like a bolt of lightning.

Old Zhou was frantic but, luckily, he made it a habit to carry keys. He promptly headed for Grandpa He’s usual vintage car and, seeing this, Liang Tao hurried to follow.

But before they even left the parking lot, Liang Tao’s phone rang; it was He Xing calling. After the call connected, Liang Tao quickly removed the car key, told Old Zhou to "wait for me," and then leaped out the car, striding quickly towards the elevator.

Less than five minutes later, Liang Tao emerged from the elevator, carrying a large suitcase filled with twenty million in cash.

After getting into the car, he explained between heavy breaths to Old Zhou, "Just now Boss He called and said... said we should take this money, just in case... just in case."

"As always, the Young Master thinks ahead," Old Zhou nodded as he pressed the accelerator, and the vintage car shot out of the parking lot like a bullet.

Fortunately, He Xing had shared his location with Old Zhou. Although they were far from He Xing at that moment, at least they didn’t have to worry about losing him.

The Lamborghini sped through the cold wind. He Xing’s handsome face was expressionless, resembling a high-tech robot with a stunning visage but without a beating heart.

Going off the location provided by Xia Ning, the area was getting farther from A City’s center and closer to the suburbs. There were hardly any other cars on the road.

On both sides of the road lay desolation, abandoned houses, weeds as tall as a person, and the bare, yellow earth that became a swirling storm of dust with each gust of wind.

The further he went, the stronger He Xing felt a peculiar sensation. Although unfamiliar with this road, he was certain it wasn’t his first time here. The last time he’d come this way had been to find Fu Han; that time, Xia Cheng and Xia Ning had kidnapped her, and Xia Cheng had nearly defiled her.

It was also that incident when Xia Cheng and Xia Ning had fought over Fu Han; not long after her cosmetic surgery, Fu Han’s face was brutally damaged again by the two, forcing her to undergo another cosmetic surgery in M Country. How much suffering had she endured then?

As he thought of this, He Xing’s hands tightened around the steering wheel, veins bulging as if they might burst out of his skin at any moment.

A sudden thought crossed He Xing’s mind – could it be possible that the Xia Family was behind the move against Grandpa He? After all, Grandpa He had always opposed He Xing’s excessive support of the Xia Family, believing they shouldn’t rely on the He Family like a climbing plant, but should rise on their own.

However, Xia Guoxiong’s mindset differed from that of Grandpa He. Xia Guoxiong was ambitious, but that didn’t mean he was averse to relying on the He Family. In fact, over the years, he’d grown accustomed to using the He Family as a shield whenever trouble arose.

In reality, unbeknownst to Grandpa He, He Xing had cleaned up a lot of messes for the Xia Group behind the scenes and had repeatedly guaranteed projects for the Xia Family when they were unable to secure them on their own.

That was why, in the few years since He Xing became the actual head of the He Group, the Xia Group had skyrocketed as if on a high-speed road, with skyscrapers springing up almost overnight.

Could it really be the Xia Family?

The more He Xing thought about it, the more convinced he became of the possibility. Setting aside the friction between the Xia Family and Grandpa He, the mere fact that Xia Ning knew of Grandpa He’s whereabouts was enough to indicate that the Xia Family was inextricably linked to the matter.

Consider this. If the Xia Family had nothing to do with the incident, Xia Ning, the kind of person who lived for nothing but pleasure, would never have any idea about Grandpa He’s location, since He Xing had never told anyone about the kidnapping.