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Chapter 906 - 659 Be careful (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Chapter 906: 659 Be careful (Thanks for the tip!)_2

As he spoke, Guo Anle felt like he was rambling, and he chuckled, "Never mind, you’re so smart, you don’t need me to spell it out for you. You probably understand all this."

"Are you telling me to take good care of myself?"

He Yihui turned her head to look at him.

Facing those eyes, Guo Anle felt as though he had returned to the first time they met.

He drifted off for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Yes. Remember to take good care of yourself."

"You said it yourself, I’m very clever."

He Yihui’s lips curled up into a slight smile.

Finally, she smiled.

Pity that the timing was wrong.

Guo Anle’s expression turned serious, "Don’t smile. I don’t like it when you smile like that."

The curve of her smile widened.

"Have a safe journey."

Guo Anle jokingly raised both hands, "Hug?"

He Yihui merely lifted her slender palm, which seemed perfect for playing the piano.

Guo Anle, content with little, lowered his left arm and shook hands with a smile.

No keepsakes, no taking advantage, after a brief handshake, he let go right away.

"I can’t bring myself to say ’I wish you happiness,’ but I do hope that the He Family can turn misfortune into fortune and get through this difficult time smoothly."

He Yihui didn’t respond.

"Alright, you probably don’t care."

Guo Anle spoke with a smile, then, as if relieved, he exhaled, "Let’s go, head down."

After parting ways with He Yihui, Guo Anle returned to the hotel and went to Song Chaoge’s room.

"Brother Song, I’m planning to go back to Gangcheng."

Song Chaoge seemed a bit surprised, "When?"

"Tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"I don’t have any business here."

Song Chaoge teased, "Got struck out?"

"A bit."

Guo Anle didn’t deny it, and smilingly said, "But the field of love is like a battlefield, victory and defeat are common for soldiers."

"It’s good that you can think that way."

Song Chaoge patted his shoulder comfortingly, "The field of love, like a battlefield, means that a momentary defeat isn’t important. There are plenty of come-from-behind wins."

"Brother Song, I’m not running away like a deserter. I just really need to go back and communicate with my family."

Song Chaoge nodded understandingly, "Mhm, you should indeed go back for a visit."

"Brother Song, I won’t be able to accompany you anymore."

Guo Anle looked at him.

Song Chaoge smiled, "I’m not a woman."

Guo Anle also laughed.

"Alright, Brother Song, I’ll take my leave first."

"Go ahead."

Guo Anle was ready to leave, but he paused as he turned around.

"Brother Song, the He Family might start cooperations with Jiang Chen. You... be careful."

Song Chaoge was momentarily taken aback, but before he could react, Guo Anle had already stepped out and closed the door behind him.

The heiress of the He Family had become the subject of gossip all over Haojiang, turning into the local’s favorite topic during leisure time.

In response,

The He Family maintained a mysteriously silent stance, neither stepping out to debunk the rumors nor confirming them, allowing the outside world to speculate wildly.

The He Family acted thus, and the male lead of the gossip, whose name was not well-known, did the same, as if he had become invisible.

He was supposed to clear things up himself, but that person, in the end, took no action.

He Junru was a person with strong goals, and once she decided on a target, she’d take action immediately. It took her half a week to finish reading the entire "History of Shenzhou," and as agreed, she went to the He Family Manor to return what she had borrowed.

"Finished it?"

He Hongtu laughed in astonishment, "That’s impressive."

"Better to return it intact than to risk damaging it and return it complete," He Junru said, "Is aunty at the company?"

He Hongtu nodded.

Besides losing at gambling, stumbling when least expected, the He Family was anxious both internally and externally. At the very least, there was definitely some restlessness needing someone to pacify and stabilize the morale.

"Brother, you could do that job. Why would aunty need to go herself?"

"I don’t have mom’s authority," said He Hongtu while preparing tea.

The legitimate Crown Prince of the He Family, it seemed, knew quite a lot but just didn’t seem interested in the most straightforward of serious matters.

He Junru watched her "irresponsible" older brother and said in an unhurried tone, "The second round of bidding is about to start, brother, are you planning to just sit here?"

He Hongtu wasn’t sure if he had heard, but without a response, he patiently waited until Phoenix nodded three times before he slowly poured a cup of tea for He Junru.

"Why didn’t you call Yi Hui along?"

"At times like this, I think it’s better to let her be alone."

He Junru picked up her teacup.

He Hongtu smiled, lifting his head, "Is she blaming me?"

"No. She should understand."

He Hongtu nodded, "As long as she understands, that’s good. I was really worried she would resent me, her big brother."

"There’s nothing to resent."

He Junru took a sip of her tea, "It’s her own doing, nobody forced her."

As she spoke, there was a flicker of mocking brilliance in He Junru’s eyes, "Maybe by doing this, big brother is actually helping her, who knows."

He Hongtu gave a wry smile.

"Junru, you’re becoming smoother."

He Junru didn’t take it to heart, "I’m not as leisurely as you, I was forced into it."

He Hongtu grunted, "Hard work indeed."

He Junru silently drank her tea, "Not bad."

Praising the He Family Crown Prince for his tea-making skills?

That didn’t quite seem like a compliment.

He Hongtu, as if he heard nothing continued, "Since you’ve already worked so hard, why not work a bit harder..."

"I won’t go."

He Junru cut him off directly.

"I haven’t finished speaking yet."

He Hongtu indeed hadn’t finished, but He Junru seemed to know what he was about to say.

"You want to be a hands-off manager, that’s your business, but don’t throw the pressure onto me."

He Hongtu gave a bitter smile, quickly responding, "Junru, I can’t agree with you there. We’re family."

"But you’re the eldest son, and I’m not."

He Junru spoke with utter conviction, her expression unchanged.

A trace of resignation showed on He Hongtu’s face, "You’re killing the conversation with that attitude."

He Junru remained unmoved, calmly tasting her tea.

He Hongtu found himself without options but still unwilling to give up, "I haven’t even met him, but you know him, it’d be easier for you."

"Actually, I’m not that familiar with him either, we’ve only met a couple of times."

He Hongtu laughed helplessly, "Can’t you be a little more understanding toward your big brother?"

He Junru shot back quickly, "That’s exactly what I wanted to say. Can’t you be a little more understanding toward me?"

He Hongtu sighed helplessly, "How about we negotiate terms?"

He Junru shook her head, "No need to negotiate, I won’t go."

"No room for discussion? Auntie has always wanted to increase her shares in Xinghao..."

"There’s no room for negotiation."

He Junru was adamant and once again did not allow the nearly ’retired’ He Family Crown Prince to finish his sentence.

He Hongtu was at a loss for words, seeing his sister’s unwavering attitude, he didn’t waste any more effort.

"Fine, if you really don’t want to go, I won’t force you. Just pass the message on to Yi Hui for me, tell her to accompany me, that should be okay."

"You can’t contact her yourself?"

Jiang Chen hadn’t spoken up to clarify the situation, which was already an attitude in itself.

Since both sides had reached a tacit understanding, it was naturally time to move on to the next step.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on He Hongtu’s gentle face, "You wouldn’t even do me this little favor? Junru, when you asked me for books, I never hesitated, and the tea, it’s not something I just make for anyone."

He Junru glanced at him and immediately set down her unfinished cup of tea.

After nearly twenty years on the commercial battlefield, it seemed she still didn’t understand the principle of obligation from accepting favors.

"How about it?"

He Hongtu asked casually, with a smile.

He Junru stood up.

"Isn’t it said that writing, tea brewing, and painting can cultivate one’s mind and broaden one’s horizons?"

The seated He Hongtu, without any trace of shame, "You missed one advantage, it can also calm the mind."

He Junru turned and walked away.

"You haven’t finished your tea."

He Hongtu called out.

"I can’t afford it."

He Junru didn’t look back, disappearing into the hall.

He Hongtu withdrew his gaze, looked at the half-finished cup of tea, and shook his head.

"What a waste."