Beg Me to Remarry

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Hesitating to Act for Fear of Harming Others Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Hesitating to Act for Fear of Harming Others Director Wu slumped into the chair like a boneless entity, his face as pale as paper, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say he seemed petrified.

By now, everyone in the meeting room had a copy of the document detailing the relationships among Director Wu, Sun Guoqiang, and Xia Guoxiong. As they read, they lifted their heads one by one to look at Director Wu, their expressions changing.

But no one sympathized with him; in fact, many looked at him with eyes filled with hatred.

Especially the directors, who could say that they had staked their fortunes and lives on the He Group. Now, with it confirmed that Director Wu had deep ties with the Xia Family, this could no longer be described as a simple oversight—the stark evidence was in the clear black and white in everyone’s hands.

He Xing’s icy gaze swept across everyone before he coldly instructed Liang Tao, “Call the police and hand over all the evidence. Let’s proceed according to judicial process.”

Director Wu could no longer stay silent. He dropped to his knees in front of the elder Mr. He, “Chairman, in consideration of the battles we’ve fought together, please forgive me this once. I promise never to do it again.”

“You’ve disappointed me greatly,” said the elder Mr. He, whose tone for the first time since he had arrived was not calm and unrippled but carried clear anger.

“I know I was wrong, Chairman, please leave me a way out,” Director Wu, with his short and plump body, shook violently, and big tears streamed out from his distinctive triangle eyes, looking utterly ludicrous.

The elder Mr. He sighed deeply, looking down from his height, “Considering your years of contribution to the He Group, divest all your shares now, and never set foot in the He Group headquarters building again.”

“Thank you, Chairman, thank you!” Director Wu, with snot and tears running down his face, was so agitated that he even kowtowed several loud times to the elder Mr. He.

He was well aware of the dirty laundry he had hidden, and if it truly came to calling the police, he’d never see the outside of that jail cell for the rest of his life. Now that the elder Mr. He was only asking for his shares, this was an extraordinary act of leniency.

What followed was simple, Director Wu swiftly sold all his shares, and the purchaser was none other than He Xing himself.noveldrama

The price offered by He Xing was completely in line with the He Group’s current stock price—not taking advantage of the situation. His fairness and integrity were a thorough display of the mettle expected from the future heir of the He Group.

Many people privately discussed that He Xing’s punishment of Director Wu was too lenient. What if others followed suit in the future?

But He Xing had his own considerations. If he reported Wu for accepting bribes, then Xia Guoxiong, who had bribed him, wouldn’t get off scot-free. If he really sent Xia Guoxiong to prison, how could he face his life-saving benefactor Du Wanting?

It was a case of not wanting to harm the mouse for fear of breaking the precious vase—that’s why he had shown leniency towards Director Wu.

…

In H City, the filming site of “Longings Return”.

The director had already paced the set three times, growing more and more anxious with each lap until he finally rushed straight into Bai Wei’s makeup artist’s room, “Bai Wei, can you get in touch with Luo Qinghe?”

Bai Wei turned pale, her complexion becoming quite unsightly.

Fu Han, sitting nearby, quickly stood up and suggested, “Director, we don’t know his whereabouts either. If he hasn’t arrived, perhaps we can shoot other scenes first?”

If those words had come from anyone but Fu Han, the director would have cursed them out.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs, and the director could only suppress his anger and patiently explain, “Miss Fu, it’s not that I don’t want to—it’s that our filming schedule for each day is pre-arranged, including scenes, set design, and props which all require advance preparation. We can’t just shoot whatever scene you suggest.”

Fu Han silently sighed, knowing well that the director spoke the truth. She cast a worried glance at Bai Wei, then said to the director, “Please think of any other possible solutions. We’ll try to contact him again.”

“Ah, if I had known it would come to this, I shouldn’t have cast this playboy in the film. He has no sense of responsibility, just here to live the life,” the director shook his head and walked away, sighing.

Fu Han took out her phone to look for Luo Qinghe’s number, but Bai Wei suddenly spoke up, her voice hoarse with a hint of a sob, “Don’t bother, it’s no use. I’ve been trying. His phone is switched off.”

The two of them had rushed from A City to H City overnight, and after less than two or three hours of sleep, Bai Wei had woken up to put on makeup. Fu Han, concerned that Bai Wei would be lost in worry, had also come early to the makeup room.

Fu Han had intended to sleep for a while in the makeup room but instead, they ran into Xia Ning. Making it even more awkward, Xia Ning still prominently wore the necklace from yesterday around her neck.

With that, even with Fu Han’s usually easygoing nature, she found herself unable to sleep.

“I’ll make you a cup of honey water,” said Fu Han as she got up and walked toward the water dispenser.

By the time she returned, Bai Wei was staring blankly at her, her eyes slightly red, “What do we do if Luo Qinghe doesn’t show up?”

Fu Han had pondered this question before. Looking at Bai Wei with sadness, she said, “There are two options: find another actor to reshoot, or use a stand-in while he’s absent.”

“I have thought about it too. I definitely won’t accept replacing the actor. Let’s find a temporary stand-in,” Bai Wei said painfully, massaging her forehead, “I still don’t believe Luo Qinghe is someone who won’t honor his promises. He signed the contract himself; he will surely abide by it.”

Fu Han sighed, also hoping that Luo Qinghe would show up today, but with less than an hour left before filming and not enough time for makeup, he still hadn’t appeared. It seemed their hopes were going to be dashed.

Suddenly, the makeup room was filled with the sound of commotion from outside—something had happened.

Neither Fu Han nor Bai Wei were in the mood to be spectators; they just looked at each other silently, neither speaking.

As time ticked away, the director’s voice came through the walkie-talkie, calling the related actors to get ready to start filming.

Fu Han patted Bai Wei, “Let’s go. Everything will straighten out in the end. It seems the director has already found a solution.”

Bai Wei sighed and stood up, heading outside with less straightened shoulders than before, as if bearing a thousand pounds of weight on them.

Reaching the filming location, Fu Han headed straight for her equipment, but as she turned around, she heard Bai Wei cover her mouth and exclaim, “What are you doing here?”

Instinctively, Fu Han turned back and immediately saw Luo Qinghe standing not far from Bai Wei, dressed in period costume, complete with a newsboy cap, resembling a gentleman from the Republic of China era.

Luo Qinghe ruffled Bai Wei’s hair and smiled from afar at Fu Han, “I’m back. Let’s all do our best.”

Fu Han wanted to ask what had happened, but the director called with his megaphone, “Bai Wei, Luo Qinghe, come here to discuss the scene. All departments, get ready in advance.”