Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 479: The Building is About to Collapse

Chapter 479: Chapter 479: The Building is About to Collapse

"You agreed?" Fu Xingbo glanced at Fu Han, his gaze more teasing than serious.

He Xing’s confession from last night started playing in Fu Han’s mind again. It was a sheer imposition of feelings; where was the chance for her to refuse? But then again, she had never considered anyone but He Xing.

Thinking this, Fu Han nodded and honestly said, "Yes, Uncle, I agreed."

"Then, He Xing, you should hurry back and focus on your work. In some time, we’ll also return home. I’ll meet with Old Master He then, and we can talk about your tumultuous love story," said Fu Xingbo as he rolled up the car window, giving them no further chance to speak.

He Xing switched to holding Fu Han’s hand, leading her towards the entrance with deliberate steps, Liang Tao following behind them, perfectly embodying the term ’third wheel.’

Just before boarding, He Xing kissed Fu Han’s forehead, reluctant to part: "Take good care of yourself; I’ll wait for your return."

"I know, you too, have a safe trip," Fu Han said as she tiptoed to peck He Xing’s cheek.

Before leaving, Liang Tao mustered the courage to speak up: "Lady Fu Han, please take good care of Zhao Ting. She’s just graduated and there’s a lot she doesn’t understand. Please be patient with her."

"I know. Just for the fact that you’re willing to wait for Zhao Ting, I’ll take good care of her," Fu Han replied, her smile extra bright.

It was she who had sought Liang Tao to convey Zhao Ting’s concerns, leaving the decision ultimately up to him: whether to find someone else he likes or wait until Zhao Ting was ready to marry.

Liang Tao’s answer was that he couldn’t wait to marry Zhao Ting tomorrow, but if it wasn’t her, he might never marry at all. As a result, it was clear that, less than a week after Zhao Ting had turned down Liang Tao, they had begun an unashamedly romantic relationship.

Unfortunately, their romance lasted less than a day before they had to endure the bittersweet pain of a long-distance relationship.

Even though Zhao Ting had come to see Liang Tao off, from the hotel to the He Family villa, she just let Liang Tao hold her hand, saying hardly anything at all; if someone spoke to her, she’d respond demurely like a bashful young girl.

Honestly, Fu Han was somewhat envious of Zhao Ting. Although she was only a few years older, Fu Han felt as if she’d experienced a lifetime of change, finding it hard to approach love with the same purity as Zhao Ting.

Of course, she really liked He Xing, even more than Zhao Ting liked Liang Tao, but she just couldn’t be as genuine as Zhao Ting.

As the two men, He Xing and Liang Tao, left with frequent backward glances, Fu Han and Zhao Ting stood outside like statues of wives waiting for their husbands, watching them fade into the distance.

On the way back, the car was still driven by Fu Xingbo, and both Fu Han and Zhao Ting remained silent.

...

In City A, as Mr. Huangpu was led away by the police, the back that had always stood so erect suddenly crumpled, and she fell to the ground with weakness in her knees.

Everyone understood what the arrest warrant meant: the police had confirmed Mr. Huangpu’s criminal deeds, verified the unfair competition he had engaged in to rapidly expand the Huangpu Group.

Regretful tears flowed from Mrs. Huangpu’s face as the vast villa lay empty and silent, the servants hiding in their rooms, whispering amongst themselves.

When a tree falls, the monkeys scatter; to these servants, Mrs. Huangpu had been no more than an ant, but even an ant clings to life, let alone these flesh and blood humans.

The events of today hadn’t happened out of the blue; a few days prior, some public officials involved were already called in for questioning. After hearing the news, some within the Huangpu Group had started to stir, and the departure letters received over the past few days were as numerous as snowflakes.

And today, the doors of the Huangpu Group’s headquarters remained shut. But even if they were open, it’s doubtful employees would have gone to work, out of fear they might not get paid for their efforts—like fetching water with a bamboo basket, all in vain.

In just about a week, the Huangpu Group had gone from a venerable giant to an empty shell. Speaking of which was truly desolate.

One of the bolder servants approached Mrs. Huangpu and whispered, "Madam, my grandmother is sick back home... I need to take leave to care for her, please approve it."

Suddenly, strength returned to Mrs. Huangpu. With just two fingers pressed against the ground, she easily stood up.

Upon rising, her aura instantly returned, and the already nervous servant’s head sank even lower, his ordinary face turning bright red, wishing he could just disappear.

Mrs. Huangpu scoffed and laughed, "Didn’t you say last month you needed three days off for your grandmother’s funeral? Has she come back to life?"

The servant looked up guiltily, about to speak, but Mrs. Huangpu sneered and cut him off, "I don’t care if you’re taking care of your sick grandmother or attending her funeral. As of today, we terminate our employment contract."

After saying this, she looked up at the group of servants huddling at the entrance, their necks shrunk in: "The same goes for all of you. If you want to leave, do it. I won’t hold you back. Even if Master has run into trouble, the Huangpu Family won’t be trampled underfoot."

Mrs. Huangpu was always decisive, and she immediately called the butler, Old Liu, over. She instructed him to settle the servants’ salaries who wished to leave. An hour later, Old Liu reported back that apart from his family of four, all the other servants had left.

Old Liu had been with the Huangpu family since his teens. Thanks to his and his wife’s efficient work, Old Liu became the butler, and his wife managed all the maids.

Later, as Liu had a son, who eventually got married, the Huangpu Family, grateful for Old Liu’s loyalty, sent Liu’s son abroad to study. His son proved his merit and gratitude; after completing his studies, he joined the Huangpu Group and now was Mr. Huangpu’s right-hand man.

Mrs. Huangpu gave Old Liu a deep look, a trace of gratitude on her usually proud face, "Thank you."

"Madam, you’re too polite. Our whole family owes so much to the Huangpu Family. Everyone else could leave, but we couldn’t. Xiaoliu is still out trying to get things done. Go and rest; we’ll come up and inform you if there’s any news," Old Liu replied, his attitude unchanged, still respectful yet dignified.

As she went upstairs, Mrs. Huangpu strived to keep her back straight. Although darkness filled her heart, she thought that if others hadn’t given up, she certainly couldn’t afford to. If she gave in, how could she face Su Cheng?