Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 695: Chapter 697: Grandfather in Charge of the Wedding

He Xing’s mouth was open, ready to speak, but Fu Han had already started, a smile on her face, "Grandpa, you’re the one who brought this up, so I’ll leave this matter in your hands, okay?"

Even as He Xing drove Fu Han to Huangpu Group, he was still brooding over the matter, "Xiaohan, I know you have deep feelings for Grandpa, but you have to understand that marriage is a lifelong commitment. Grandpa has been very successful in business, but that doesn’t mean he can plan a wedding that will satisfy you."

Because she had woken up late in the morning, Fu Han went out without makeup so as not to keep Fu Xingbo waiting too long. At this moment, she was holding a small makeup mirror, applying her makeup meticulously.

Without even lifting her eyelids, she said calmly, "Who said Grandpa has to plan it himself? He is the director of our wedding. All the details will be handled by a planning team. If everything was left to Grandpa, I wouldn’t have agreed. I wouldn’t want him to go through so much trouble." noveldrama

Her words instantly swept away the gloominess in He Xing’s heart. He felt as if he had parted the clouds to see the sun, not because of anything else, but because he realized he hadn’t thought of this aspect at all.

On the other side, Fu Han calmly spoke again, "He Xing, do you look down on Grandpa’s taste, worried he will organize an old-fashioned wedding with red silk everywhere?"

"I didn’t say that," He Xing retorted with an inexplicable blush on his face.

In fact, what Fu Han said wasn’t completely accurate, but it was close to the truth. He had been reluctant to let Grandpa prepare the wedding because he was indeed worried that Grandpa’s taste might not be up-to-date.

But no matter, there was no more trouble now. What Fu Han said was right. Not everything needed to be done by Grandpa personally; he just had to find a reliable wedding planning team to do the practical work, and then let Grandpa have the final say.

And the old Mr. He just had to choose from the options provided by the top wedding planning team. Whether he chose option A or B didn’t matter, because both options A and B came from a top team and certainly wouldn’t be bad.

Thinking about this, He Xing’s mood immediately improved. He even felt that the sky had suddenly become brighter, the warm sunshine falling on him, declaring today a beautiful day.

He Xing parked the car precisely at the base of the Huangpu Group building, holding Fu Han’s hand naturally, "Xiaohan, I am very willing to help Su Cheng through this ordeal, so please make sure to tell me if you need anything."

"Okay, I know," Fu Han nodded without saying much else. She gave He Xing a peck on the lips, said goodbye, and then got out of the car.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to kiss He Xing properly but because she had lipstick on her lips and didn’t want it to smudge, becoming a laughingstock.

Moreover, He Xing knew Fu Han was going to see Su Cheng with Fu Xingbo today, and he hadn’t acted too surprised, even showing agreement.

Originally, Fu Han had braced herself for He Xing to oppose the idea, so his reaction had already scored full marks in her eyes. Not only did she not dare to hope for more, but she even feared that if they continued to discuss it, He Xing would become angry, leading to an argument.

Fu Han had never been to the Huangpu Group before and didn’t know what it looked like in its heyday, but now it seemed quite desolate.

The vast square had only a few cars scattered about. Fu Han almost immediately recognized Su Cheng and Luo Qinghe’s cars; not because she was impressed with their cars, but because there were so few on the square, making them very easy to spot.

Fu Han walked inside in her high heels. The security guard at the door wasn’t even dressed properly, one pant leg still tucked into his sock, and his hat was askew, with none of the vitality one would expect from a security guard.

What made Fu Han speechless was the guard’s reaction to her entrance; he just looked at her as if blind, not even bothering to ask whom she was there to see.

The first floor of the Huangpu Group headquarters looked decent, with several huge chandeliers hanging overhead that appeared luxurious and obviously expensive.

The floor was covered with exquisite tiles, but it was a pity that the cleaning seemed inadequate, as obvious stains marred their surface. It gave a poor impression as though this wasn’t the home of one of the four major families of City A but rather some small, less wealthy company.

Fu Han felt a touch of sadness as she headed forward and soon saw Fu Xingbo using a tablet for work in a nearby rest area.

Success always favors the prepared, like Fu Xingbo, who was undoubtedly a successful man. Yet he still worked with diligence, especially cautious with significant company decisions, for fear that one irrational choice could harm the corporation.

According to Bai Qian, no matter how busy, Fu Xingbo would definitely finish all of the day’s tasks, never leaving anything for the next, because he said there would be tasks the following day as well. If one couldn’t finish the tasks of the day, they would accumulate like snowflakes, turning into an ever-growing snowball.

Fu Han set aside all the complex expressions in her heart and slowly approached Fu Xingbo, "Uncle, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting."

"It’s fine, I haven’t wasted any time," Fu Xingbo smiled and put away his tablet. He looked Fu Han up and down and sincerely complimented her, "Xiaohan, you look very beautiful today."

"Thank you, Uncle," said Fu Han, who, like any other girl, appreciated compliments on her appearance. She tilted her head towards the elevator not far away, "Uncle, let’s go find Su Cheng now."

The two headed to the elevator room, one after the other. Fu Han noticed there were six elevators, separated into single and double-levels, with each specified to stop at certain floors.

This indicated the building used to house many people; otherwise, the elevators wouldn’t run efficiently.

But today, besides Fu Han and her uncle, there wasn’t a single soul in the vast elevator room. All six elevators were on stand-by, the doors firmly closed, like sleeping giants.

Fu Han’s feelings were complex. Suddenly, she could understand why the lady of the Huangpu had changed her personality; after all, it was easy to grasp that not many could remain calm and unchanged after such a significant upheaval.

The elevator stopped at the floor of the CEO’s office. Fu Han waited for Luo Qinghe to come out before she stepped out slowly. Her heart began to race, already visualizing the silent scene akin to a graveyard.