Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 438: So We Broke Up

Chapter 438: Chapter 438: So We Broke Up

Lady Bai Wei waited for a while but got no reply, so she simply made a phone call.

Lady Bai Wei was someone who couldn’t keep words to herself, and considering she was about the same age as Liang Tao, she ended up spilling everything Liang Tao wanted to ask but didn’t dare to.

But actually, to sum up, there was nothing special because Lady Bai Wei herself didn’t know anything. She only knew that Fu Han had said that they broke up, but as for the reason, Fu Han refused to say anything.

Liang Tao finally managed to listen to all of Lady Bai Wei’s complaints, he sighed silently, but still couldn’t help saying, "Lady Bai Wei, Director He truly likes Miss Fu Han a lot. If you see Miss Fu Han in a good mood, please say some nice words for him."

Although Liang Tao had been prepared, he was still somewhat overwhelmed by Lady Bai Wei’s complaints. Feeling cornered into a reaction, he couldn’t help but ask, "Lady Bai Wei, after all, Director He is your cousin, why do you have so many complaints about him, and not even try to help him?"

"Help him?" When it came to this, Lady Bai Wei became so angry she could hardly speak, "Haven’t I helped him enough? If he is not capable, who can he blame? He is always entangled with Xia Ning, I’m so sick of it. Tell me, does He Xing not coming to M Country have anything to do with Xia Ning?"

Liang Tao’s words were already on the tip of his tongue, but the moment they were about to come out, he abruptly changed what he was going to say, "Lady Bai Wei, Director He has ordered us not to discuss this matter, so I really don’t know how to answer your question."

In the past, when Liang Tao would say something like this, Lady Bai Wei would insist on getting to the bottom of it. Li Tao speaking this way now was, in part, because he hoped Lady Bai Wei would continue to press the issue, so that it would be easier for him to just tell her what Director He had forbidden him to say.

Unexpectedly, today Lady Bai Wei went against her usual behavior, dropped an "It’s up to you," and hung up the phone right away.

Liang Tao looked at the phone that had already gone dark. His feelings were extraordinarily complicated, with two conflicting voices in his heart. One told him to call back in a desperate attempt to reveal the reason He Xing didn’t go to M Country, while the other reminded him to stick to his duties, that it was not his place to meddle in He Xing’s affairs.

In the end, Liang Tao just put the phone back in his pants pocket. Overwhelmed by the pressure from He Xing, he didn’t have the courage to tell the truth directly. He could only wait for Lady Bai Wei to contact him again, and see if there would be an opportunity to steer the conversation back to that topic.

...

He Xing’s office.

Just as Liang Tao had predicted, He Xing’s office was as chaotic as a dump; tea sets, ornaments, and He Xing’s collected figurines had all become shattered under his thunderous fury.

When there was nothing left in the room to smash, He Xing finally stopped his wild behavior — he was frenzied, but not to the point of losing his rationality. The things he had broken were all unrelated to work; he hadn’t touched any documents or work-related items.

After staring blankly at the office turned to ruins, He Xing walked through the debris to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The height of dozens of floors isolated him from the crowds on the ground below. He stood as if he were a deity looking down upon the mortal world from Sky City, indifferent, detached, yet filled with yearning.

Ordinary people are often associated with mediocrity. More often than not, when mentioned, they conjure images of banality, and many people even wish for a life that’s extraordinary, one that leaves a mark on the course of time.

But for He Xing, having an extraordinary life meant that he suffered more hardships than others, tasted greater sweetness, and experienced higher peaks and lower troughs. As the saying goes, only the drinker knows if the water is hot or cold.

He felt, if he had the choice, he would prefer to be an ordinary white-collar worker, clocking in at nine and leaving at five, enjoying weekends off, with a wife, a child, and preferably a dog; not too much money - just enough to get by.

Yet, even such a life was extravagantly luxurious for him.

He Xing yawned. It might have been the effect of the medication, as he started to feel sleepy.

Not completely recovered from his injuries which he sustained before his father was kidnapped, he had barely left the hospital when he sustained new ones. If he had not insisted on staying out, he might now be in the same hospital as his father and Xia Ning.

The final agreement in his tug-of-war with the doctor was that He Xing didn’t need to be hospitalized but had to visit the hospital to change dressings twice a day; the doctor also prescribed a bunch of medications.

With neither his father nor Fu Han around, He Xing didn’t want to go home either.

Looking at the mess on the floor, he had no desire to work and simply decided to go to his own Waiting Room to rest.

But before his bath, he was sleepy; after his bath, he found himself wide awake, staring with wide-open eyes at the moon-shaped chandelier overhead, which Fu Han had chosen for him back then.

According to the time difference, it was daytime in M Country. He had checked the weather there; the weather had been nice in the past few days. Even if it occasionally snowed, there was no wind, truly suitable for skiing.

Skiing!

He Xing had learned to ski in his childhood; even though his parents had forced him, he was quick to pick it up. After his parents passed away, there was no one to force him to ski, and the skill was put aside, only to be used occasionally during holidays.

He thought if he and Fu Han went skiing together, his skills would be ample to guide her. They would glide down the white snow-covered slopes like two birds flying side by side.

While he was lost in thought, Fu Han suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a silver ski suit and asking He Xing, "He Xing, what do you think about this suit?"

"It looks nice, but you can’t buy it," He Xing said expressionlessly. "In case of accidents while skiing, you should wear bright clothes; silver is too close to the color of snow. If you wear this suit and something happens, the rescue team won’t be able to find you."

Fu Han pouted in disappointment, but obediently put down the suit, "Okay, I understand. Then you pick for me, blue, red, magenta, which one looks better?"

"No need to choose," He Xing walked over to Fu Han, ruffled her hair with an exceptionally doting smile. "I’ve had a mountaineering suit custom-made for you, unique in the entire world. It will be delivered soon, and I guarantee you’ll love it."

"That’s great, He Xing, thank you, I love you, you’re the best person in the world, we should be together forever," Fu Han said as she already rushed over, hugging He Xing’s neck and kissing his face.

"You just know how to sweet-talk me when there’s something you want," He Xing said, but his face was unable to hide his smile, and the hand embracing Fu Han unconsciously tightened, as though he feared she might stumble and fall.