Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 490: The Surface Calm

Chapter 490: Chapter 490: The Surface Calm

She was clear in her heart that even though she had spoken firmly in front of Ji Liangchuan, in reality, the video had made her extremely uncomfortable. She could even feel her heart bleeding.

But... but she knew Ji Liangchuan’s motives were impure, so how could she let him have his way?

Even if her heart was bleeding, she would only hide in a dark corner to bleed and would never let anyone see it.

Isn’t that how a beast behaves? Even when wounded, a beast only hides in an unseen place to lick its wounds; it would never show its wounds to others because it knows that the other beasts seeing its wounds will not offer comfort but rather take the opportunity to attack it when it’s injured.

The afternoon marked the last half day of the event, which was still bustling with noise and activity.

To boost staff enthusiasm, Fu Han had set up a reward mechanism: different rewards for those who successfully closed a deal and additional rewards depending on how many deals they closed - numerous incentives like these.

The staff’s enthusiasm was spurred on, and although there were fewer hands than in the previous days, everyone had adapted to the current pace and was surprisingly keeping up with the workload.

Winter nights always fell so quickly, and when the last client of the day signed on the dotted line, Fu Han gathered all the staff and handed each of them a red envelope, as a reward for their hard work over the past three days.

Fu Han’s driver was very competent and had been waiting at the store’s entrance early. Fu Han left the store and got directly into the car. On the way back, Zhao Ting was with her because it was on the way to drop Zhao Ting at her hotel.

During the drive, Zhao Ting was still diligently calculating the sales and letting out gasps of surprise from time to time. Fu Han only occasionally responded with a word or two, her tone as indifferent as if the sales had nothing to do with her.

...

In A City, at the He Family’s Lanwan Mountain villa.

After a video call lasting over an hour, He Xing was still foolishly staring at the phone screen with a smile as goofy as could be.

They had just ended the video call, but He Xing was already missing Fu Han terribly, to the point where he was impatient to see her right away.

When He Xing had returned to the country, Fu Xingbo had said they would also be back soon, and He Xing could hardly wait for Fu Han to appear before him immediately.

He had never known that liking someone could feel both so sweet and so bitter. He yearned to be with her at all times and was already looking forward to the next meeting just after parting.

However, what delighted He Xing the most during today’s video call was that Fu Han knew about the transaction with Su Cheng, and she wasn’t angry with him. Her punishment was simply requiring him to go to bed before eleven every night.

He Xing felt that it wasn’t a punishment at all; it was more like a reward.

He savored Fu Han’s words about the Huangpu Family’s situation in his mind: "Adults should be responsible for their choices. If Su Cheng’s parents really did something wrong, then they should bear the corresponding consequences. As for you, you’re in business, not charity or in search of ascension to sainthood, so I think you did the right thing. You don’t need to worry too much."

A smile slowly emerged on He Xing’s face as he took out his laptop from his briefcase to work. He still had some business matters to finish up, and it would be best if he could complete them before 11 PM, not wanting to break his promise to Fu Han.

Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded. While continuing to work on his computer, He Xing asked, "Who is it?"

"It’s me, young master. I’ve made you some Calming Soup. Have a bit before you continue working, so you can sleep well tonight," said the voice of a middle-aged woman, the cook.

He Xing was feeling quite tired since he hadn’t adjusted his jet lag from M Country and barely slept on the airplane. If he drank the Calming Soup, he feared he wouldn’t be working anymore, but rather heading straight to bed.

He called out to her, "Auntie, I won’t have the Calming Soup. Make me a strong cup of coffee, no sugar."

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and then after a few seconds, the cook’s voice responded, "Alright, young master, I’ll go make the coffee for you right away."

About ten minutes later, there was another knock on the door: "Young master, the coffee is ready. I’ll bring it in for you now."

After receiving He Xing’s permission, the cook opened the door and placed the coffee on He Xing’s desk.

Under the light, the cook’s dark, round face looked like a round basin. She wiped her hands on her apron and muttered, "Young master, if you drink coffee now and can’t sleep at night, what will you do?"

He Xing replied indifferently, "Don’t worry, I know my limits. If there’s nothing else, you can go downstairs now. It’s fine to clear away the coffee tomorrow."

The cook agreed and slowly walked towards the door. As she reached the doorway, she turned to see He Xing drinking the coffee while looking at documents on the computer. Seeing the look of concern in her eyes disappear, she said goodbye and closed the door behind her as she left.

The strong coffee without sugar was particularly bitter, but at that moment, He Xing’s eyelids were heavy. Without the coffee, he might have collapsed onto his desk from exhaustion.

Yet he had much work left unfinished, and his habit of completing the day’s tasks before bed, compounded by his sense of responsibility, wouldn’t allow him to sleep without finishing his work.

The strong coffee was downed in no time, and whether it was his sheer exhaustion making him less sensitive to taste, he felt that today’s coffee wasn’t as bitter as before. However, the stimulant effect was still present, and at least He Xing felt much more alert than before.

Another half an hour passed, and there was another knock on the door. He Xing furrowed his brows in annoyance and asked, "Who is it?"

"He Xing, brother, it’s me," Xia Ning’s sweet voice came from outside, and the next second, the door to He Xing’s study room was opened.

He Xing’s gaze shifted from the computer screen to Xia Ning. Perhaps it was because he was looking against the light, but he thought Xia Ning’s face was somewhat blurred, vaguely resembling Fu Han.

No, it wasn’t that Xia Ning’s face resembled Fu Han’s. It was because Xia Ning was wearing a coat today that Fu Han had also worn before—a long red wool coat with thumb-wide white trims at the cuffs and collar, set off with a sailor collar, making the coat look particularly distinct.

Through Xia Ning’s open front, one could see a white knitted dress underneath; He Xing remembered that Fu Han had worn a red knitted dress with it.

He recalled Fu Han wearing this ensemble in autumn; red and black are a classic combination, and paired with Fu Han’s tall, slender figure, it had made her stunningly impossible to take one’s eyes off.

To be fair, Xia Ning’s black-and-white combination was also pretty today, but it was far less striking than the red-and-black pairing. Moreover, with Fu Han setting the precedent, everyone else simply paled in comparison.