Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 493: The Rice is Fully Cooked

Chapter 493: Chapter 493: The Rice is Fully Cooked

He Xing instinctively wanted to push Xia Ning away, but for some reason, a surge of warmth rose from his abdomen. His reason told him he should push Xia Ning away, yet his hands, seemingly out of control, held tightly onto Xia Ning’s waist.

It was as if there was an electric current passing from He Xing’s palms into Xia Ning’s body. All her strength seemed to vanish thread by thread, and she hung limply in front of He Xing like a pendant.

However, she was still clear-headed inside, knowing full well that her hard work was paying off. Now she just had to wait for the raw rice to be cooked thoroughly, the die was cast, and there was absolutely no turning back.

Xia Ning slightly tilted her head up, her watery eyes softly gazing at He Xing. Her cherry lips proactively moved closer. She was certain that this time, she would finally be able to kiss He Xing.

He Xing looked down at Xia Ning, clearly feeling the desire within his body to kiss her, and it wasn’t just the kiss he craved but much more—a tempestuous lovemaking, a passionate entwinement until death.

Their lips drew nearer and nearer, as if something in the air was changing.

...

After the long journey, Su Cheng finally returned to City A, the city of his birth, the city where he had lived from childhood, his hometown.

Here lay his parents and family, the ties that he could never let go for the rest of his life.

Old Liu had been waiting at the airport early. On seeing Su Cheng, the butler, who was in his fifties, had red eyes and patted Su Cheng on the shoulder, "Young Master, you have finally come back."

The busy airport was filled with people hurrying on their way. Most showed no expression, while some embraced and wept with their long-separated loved ones.

The education imparted to Su Cheng by his parents was that men, no matter how hurt they are, cannot shed tears. They absolutely cannot cry.

He sniffed, forcibly suppressing the sour feeling in his nose, then smiled at Old Liu, "Uncle Liu, I’m back now, everything will get better."

The nanny car sped away from the airport. Old Liu, while driving, spoke to Su Cheng sitting in the backseat: "Young Master, the lady originally wanted to pick you up, but there was an urgent matter at the company that needed to be dealt with, so she couldn’t make it. She said for you to go back and rest first and to talk about everything tomorrow."

"There’s no need, let’s go directly to the company," Su Cheng’s tone was as calm as ever, just like the harmless playboy of the past, but his eyes had become exceptionally resolute, "I’ve slept a lot on the plane, and I’m not at all sleepy now."

He was lying. With so much happening at home, how could he possibly sleep? Throughout the long journey, he had been pondering how to deal with the predicament at hand. It would be no exaggeration to say he had less than one or two hours of real sleep.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sleep. He knew well that resting was necessary to fight for his parents, but each time he closed his eyes, he dreamed of his parents in prison garb, an image too horrid that instantly dispelled all his sleepiness.

But it didn’t matter that he hadn’t slept, as long as he could deceive Old Liu.

More than an hour later, they arrived at the square in front of Huangpu Group. Old Liu’s driving skills were excellent, with a perfect reversing into the parking space every time.

After getting out of the car, Su Cheng looked around and couldn’t help but feel a sigh in his heart.

During the heyday of Huangpu Group, countless businesses broke down doors to cooperate with them; take the parking lot in front of Huangpu Group where they stood for example. Only cars of businesses dealing with Huangpu Group used to park here. The lot was always full, and finding a parking space was tough, and all the cars were luxury models.

But now, the vast parking lot was empty, without a soul around, not even the security guard in the booth was in sight.

Old Liu obviously understood what Su Cheng was lamenting. He patted Su Cheng’s shoulder again, "Young Master, don’t overthink it. As long as the hills are there, there will always be wood to burn. As long as the master and the madam are fine, the future days will surely get better."

"I know." Su Cheng nodded. He stopped surveying the area and walked toward the main entrance with long strides, his gaze becoming firm once again.

He had mentally prepared beforehand, so when Su Cheng saw the once bustling first-floor hall now devoid of people, his emotions had already become calm.

It’s normal for people to push a wall down and monkeys to scatter when the tree falls, isn’t it?

Entering the elevator, exiting the elevator, Su Cheng made his way to his mother’s Finance Director Office while speculating in his heart what could be happening inside.

The door to the Finance Director’s office was ajar. Su Cheng hesitated at the door for a few seconds. Eventually, he gestured for Old Liu to be silent. He didn’t knock but instead peeked through the crack, observing the situation inside the room.

Just one glance, and a surge of anger welled up inside Su Cheng. The person inside turned out to be a "familiar face"—one who he had seen before in his father’s office—Yi Lixing.

At the moment, the lady of the Huangpu family was sitting on a single sofa, while Yi Lixing was sitting on the adjacent long sofa.

The lady on the single sofa sat upright, like a tree that would never bend. Her thin lips were tightly sealed, and she was not talking.

Through the crack in the door, he saw his mother dressed appropriately, with her hair meticulously combed. She looked no different from before, still the exquisitely made-up head of the Huangpu Family.

Honestly, at the sight of his mother, Su Cheng’s nose tingled again. But seeing her like this brought some comfort to his heart. Even though his father was in trouble, his mother was still trying her best to maintain the dignity of the Huangpu family.

Yi Lixing leaned back, with his elbow resting on the sofa’s armrest, and his body slightly tilted toward the lady of the Huangpu family. He wore a somewhat ambiguous smile, making his otherwise upright face appear somewhat sleazy and greasy.

Su Cheng moved closer, striving to hear clearly what the people inside were talking about.

"How about my proposal?" Yi Lixing’s voice came through, laced with the condescension of someone who feels they are bestowing charity, and with pity that lacked respect.

Madam Huangpu’s precisely sculpted eyebrows furrowed. She hesitated and said, "You’re asking us to confront He Group head-on. This strategy is far too risky. If we anger He Xing, won’t our situation get even worse?"

"So all my explanations were for nothing?" Yi Lixing impatiently tapped the armrest of the sofa, "Haven’t I made myself clear enough? There’s no such thing as a clean businessman in this world. He Xing is definitely not clean either; you gather wealth off him, and he off you. When he gets investigated by those above, won’t your side be able to take a breather?"

"But..." Madam Huangpu looked at Yi Lixing cautiously and continued, "But my people’s investigations show that He Xing only envies us for our regulatory violations, nothing more..."