Chapter 117: Mates’ Rate (2)
Translator: Sissy That Walk
Seeing Di Bian’s determined look, Lawyer Wang heaved a sigh. Didn’t he realize that the younger master was truly infuriated? The chairman had actually gone too far, tremendously letting his eldest son down. If he were Di Qiuhe, he would also…
Thinking of this, Wang shot another glance at Di Bian, took an envelope out of a folder and handed it to him, whispering, “Chairman, your son’s lawyer sent this over. He told me only you can read it.”
Di Bian immediately opened his eyes and unfolded the envelope, only to find a key to a bank safe as well as a list.
There’s a line below, which was obviously written by Di Qiuhe. It read: “Dear father, I’ve finished all the tasks you assigned me, and I’m afraid it’s the last time that I give a hand. It’s the key to the bank safe in which I stowed the business proposal away as well as the list of the team members. I wish I could perform my filial duty if possible. See you, Mr. Di.
“See you, Mr. Di…”
The list fell down when Di Bian’s hand was shaking.
That was from Qiuhe who tended to have a good temper. How could he…?
“The doctor’s here.” Lawyer Wang picked up the list and noticed the line. Looking up at Di Bian, he sighed and made way for the doctor.
The tall blue-eyed doctor examined Di Bian carefully and politely expressed his wish to leave for his homeland tomorrow. Lawyer Wang frowned and tried to persuade him, “Chairman’s still in hospital recovering, so would you mind…”
“It took me much time to pay the cross-border home visit. But for Mr. Di Qiuhe’s perseverance and filial piety, I would not delay domestic work and take this trip.” said the doctor, frowning. He watched Di Bian with disdain, “It’s a shame that his father doesn’t deserve this. Mr. Di Bian has revived, and the rest of the routine process can be taken by any doctor. I’m leaving.”
Mr. Wang was speechless.
“Let him go!” With a guilty conscience, Di Bian couldn’t bear to be mocked, which provoked him. He roared loudly, “There’re thousands of excellent doctors in China. I can definitely be back on my feet without you!”
“Humph!” The doctor was cross and immediately retorted, “There’re also thousands of ignorant patients who showed no respect for their doctors. I’m unlucky enough to meet one. Mr. Di Bian, all men are equal, so you don’t need to make a show of authority in front of me. Plus, I can tell you, Mr. Di Qiuhe visited me the moment he arrived in Y country; after that, he went to pick up your younger son. I remember clearly that the boy was totally unworried when he heard that your life was in great danger and asked whether you are dead and he was asked to perform your will instead. Mr. Di Bian, as an old Chinese saying goes, ‘Of all virtues filial piety comes first’. Your younger son proved him to be your child, who was as indifferent as you. It’s a pity that Mr. Di Qiuhe, such a kind person, has a scum-like father!”
Di Bian had a splitting headache and felt dizzy. At the moment, he couldn’t think of anything to talk back.
Seeing this, the doctor dutifully gave him an injection and a gentle massage, helping him lie down. When Di Bian felt better, the doctor wore a mocking look, sneering, “I hope you won’t faint again, for nobody will necessarily go abroad and ask you a doctor to cure you like Mr. Di Qiuhe.” After saying it, he closed the record book and walked away.
His words brought a warm flush to Di Bian’s face, and he closed his mouth for want of words, for even he himself understood that only Di Qiuhe could give him wholehearted support in the world. If only he weren’t…
He recalled Qin Li’s threats, and gave vent to his anger by blaming all the mistakes on Qin Li, his teeth gritted, “Lawyer Wang, I want to divorce Qin Li! Now! Make a statement as soon as possible and go public on everything she’s done! I want her detested by all!
Wang responded yes but took no action, for he knew the chairman said it in the moment of anger. In order to stabilize Huangdu’s stock price, he couldn’t divorce for now.
Huangdu and Qin’s family engaged in endless haggling, and their stocks continued to slump.
Netizens shifted their base from He Bai’s WeiBo page to that of Huangdu, gossiping about Qin Li’s affair. The official account had to suspend its commenting function for a while.
Affected by the negative news of their boss, actors of Huangdu backed down and dared not to be high-profile.
In late October, the wedding of Zheng Ya’s brother was around the corner. The day before the wedding, He Bai came to their family in Niu Junjie’s company and began to make preparations.
After a basic communication with Zheng Lei, the groom, He Bai let Niu Junjie stay at their house as his liaison, and he himself left for the bride Yan Meng’s home to formally carry out follow-up photography.
The work was usually miscellaneous and toilsome, and photographers should be both adept at snapping and behave in a flexible way. In order to present an amazingly satisfying set of photos, He Bai crammed hard for matters needing attention, carefully studied excellent wedding albums, and even consulted Xu Ying who had a full understanding of human photography… though ending up with an escape.
It had been some time since last time they met. He Bai was surprised to find that Xu Ying actually looked for no other jobs and instead, was cajoling Jun Chen into extending their contract. Busy with preparatory work on new album launching, Jun Chen was pestered beyond endurance and fell into icy coldness. Innocent as he was, He Bai was left out in the cold without exception.
The bride Yan Meng came from a well-off family that ran an electrical equipments business. She had an elder sister who insisted on celibacy.
“Mr. He, welcome to my bachelorette party. Enjoy yourself.” Yan Meng, a tall and graceful beauty, spoke to He Bai in a pretty gentle manner, “I planned to invite little Ya, but his elder brother dragged her to his bachelor party. He’s really annoying. ”
“Mr. Zheng must hope you and your friends could have a relaxing night, in case his sister disturbs you. Miss Yan, what a sweet husband you’re to have!”
Hearing her seemingly blaming but sugary words, He Bai gave Yan Meng a flattering when he followed her to visit the party venue in her house.
Yan Meng’s smile broadened, muttering, “He tends to be meticulous. Little Ya’s also one of my besties, how could she disturb me? Instead, she’s so considerate…”
Yan Meng seemed to be a little embarrassed. She cast a glance at He Bai and changed the topic, “I’m very glad you’re here today, Mr. He. Thanks for coming. I bought every issue of Little Mermaid’s brochures. Pity that I can’t wear their clothes.”