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Chapter 479 - 473, Return to the Country! (Second Update)_1

Chapter 479: 473, Return to the Country! (Second Update)_1

They naturally assumed that Xu Nuo’s personal relationship with Ren He was good enough and, besides, Xu Nuo was the president of the Qinghe Faction, so he was the most appropriate person to ask.

However, Xu Nuo didn’t see it that way; he knew exactly what kind of person Mrs. Ren was, and he didn’t dare to even breathe too loud in front of her.

Yet, Xu Nuo had other means; he called Yang Xi directly. Xu Nuo figured that Mrs. Ren might not even know what Ren He was up to, but Yang Xi absolutely would.

In the past, most things Ren He did were done without Mrs. Ren’s knowledge, weren’t they? This made Xu Nuo guess, could it be that Ren He had an accident doing some new extreme sport?

Xu Nuo hardly dared to think about it; the things Ren He played with, if there were an accident, could mean death or serious injury. He was very concerned that Ren He might have an accident in those activities.

Recently, Xu Nuo had felt his eyelids twitching severely, and after Ren He suddenly lost contact, he had several dreams where he saw Ren He lying in a pool of blood. Now, Xu Nuo felt most grateful for having followed Ren He to brave the world right after junior high, until the two of them had made their mark in the internet industry.

If anyone held a sense of admiration for Ren He, it was actually Xu Nuo.

It can be said that with few exceptions, Xu Nuo knew best what Ren He was up to. The Qinghe Empire that was about to come into shape, after all, was something that Ren He had done casually.

His real dream wasn’t money and fame, but the challenges between life and death.

Thinking about the high-value shares that were within easy reach at the beginning, Xu Nuo felt a strange emotion, like in the stories where it’s said, "When treated as a national scholar, I must repay as one."

Xu Nuo knew his education level was low, and this comparison wasn’t accurate, but the principle was the same. The more he grew, the more Xu Nuo was able to feel the trust that Ren He had placed in him, as heavy as mountains.

That’s why he didn’t want anything to happen to Ren He.

When Xu Nuo dialed Yang Xi’s number, it felt like a long time before the call was answered. Xu Nuo could even distinctly pick up the exhaustion in Yang Xi’s tone, who seemed calmer, but it was a different calm from before, with confusion and numbness mixed in.

Xu Nuo asked cautiously, "Where is Ren He now? Why can’t anyone get in touch with him?"

"Ah, he... he has gone to a distant place," Yang Xi said, then hung up the phone.

This statement left Little Fatty somewhat bewildered. He felt somewhat lost. How far is far? The United States was already far enough; where could be farther than that?

In fact, at this moment, Xu Nuo already had a bad feeling, but he didn’t dare to think about it deeply, his nose twitching as he was on the verge of crying.

All of Xu Nuo’s grandparents and parents were still alive; he was young and hadn’t experienced a real parting through death, so when he had this guess in his heart, he simply couldn’t accept such an outcome.

The youth who brought him along to start a business, the youth who helped him to win the marathon championship, had just left like this?

He really wanted to shout to Yang Xi that she was a liar, but her tone had already said it all.

What now? The vast Qinghe Empire suddenly had no king.

So where should the Qinghe Empire go from here?

...

After hanging up the phone with Xu Nuo, Yang Xi continued to sit on Ren He’s family balcony, looking at the view outside the window. All she could really see was a community garden and the lush French parasol trees, but she never tired of the view because it was probably the same scenery Ren He had looked at for 16 years.

She had nearly finished the day’s chores. Mrs. Ren had brought back a pile of vegetables and meat, and Yang Xi sorted them all and put them into the refrigerator. The meat was cut before being stored away, so that it wouldn’t need to be defrosted as a whole piece when she wanted to eat it.

Eggs were placed at the very bottom of the fridge, while garlic and ginger were simply left out on the kitchen cabinet.

The garlic needed to be eaten quickly; otherwise, it would sprout soon because of the season.

While cutting the meat, Yang Xi even cut her own finger, a fine line of blood appearing. She merely found a band-aid and stuck it on without so much as a frown.

In the past, she surely would have sent a text to Ren He, informing him of her injured finger and seeking his comfort.

But now, she could only bear it silently on her own.

Yang Xi didn’t feel the need to find someone else to take care of her. She was independent by nature, having survived such conditions during her years in the war zone, with Yang En having no time to care for her.

It was just that, Yang Xi wondered if Ren He’s heart ached while shouldering such tough burdens for her sake.

It was hard on him, chasing her from Luo City to the Capital, and then from the Capital to America—a truly remarkable young man, it seemed there was nothing he couldn’t do.

Mrs. Ren had once mentioned to Yang Xi that the Qinghe Faction was currently headless, and it was imperative for someone to step forward at this time. It was a test to see if there was any possibility of Yang Xi taking over Qinghe Group.

Mrs. Ren felt that it was a way of showing responsibility toward her son. She and Ren weren’t short of money. Considering Yang Xi’s deep affection for her son, Mrs. Ren felt it was necessary to leave something for Yang Xi.

Plus, she wanted to give Yang Xi something to do so she could recover from her pain sooner. Being alone like this, the woman would eventually crumble.

Yet, Yang Xi had outright refused. She smiled and said to Mrs. Ren, "You’re overthinking it. I’m really fine. I just like this peace and quiet. And what you don’t understand is that with an entity like Qinghe Group, no matter who takes over, it’s impossible to satisfy everyone. Those people are the elite of the elite in the internet industry, all brought up by your son. They’re not easily lead by just anyone, not even you could do it. Having experienced a boss like Ren He, they are no longer lacking in wealth or fame. Only a greater vision and wisdom can truly lead them, and no one but your son has that ability."

Yang Xi continued with a smile, "If I went, I would only be a laughingstock to them—an ignorant person attempting to lead them. You know, the Qinghe faction is like a pack of untamed wolves. When the alpha is there, everyone has their role. Without the alpha, they can choose another leader and keep moving forward. The person they would likely choose is Xu Nuo. You can just leave Qinghe to Xu Nuo to manage. Don’t worry about the rest."

So Yang Xi maintained her quiet life, doing the little things she wanted to do every day. She even started to teach herself sketching—because Ren He could sketch.

Suddenly, the phone by Yang Xi’s side began to ring. Looking at the unfamiliar number and the international call indicator on the screen, she hesitated for a moment.

A premonition rapidly condensed in her heart like clouds gathering. Hesitantly, Yang Xi reached for the phone, reluctant to press the answer button for fear that if things weren’t as she imagined, her dreams would shatter once again.

"Hello, is this Yang Xi?" Se finally answered the call.

"Hello, I am in Jamaica. I just bought a ticket to Capital International Airport. Are you doing well? I should arrive at the airport by midnight tonight. Do you miss me?" Ren He called Yang Xi from Jamaica International Airport using a newly bought phone and SIM card, laughing brilliantly, not caring what the person on the other end of the line might think before pouring out his words, making Yang Xi feel like she was living in a dream.

And what Ren He didn’t know was that Mrs. Ren already knew everything about him...