The person on the other end of the phone, as if he hadn’t listened to what Assistant Zhang Te said at all, or rather, as if he didn’t care about anything at all, ignored Assistant Zhang Te’s words and asked with a hint of tension, "Is she still okay?"
Busy talking, Assistant Zhang Te didn’t register the question for a mont and continued with his previous talk, "...wouldn’t that be a wasted effort?"
"Is she still okay?" The person on the other end of the phone spoke again, uttering the exact sa words as before.
Assistant Zhang Te let out an "Ah?" in surprise and quickly realized who Han Jingnian was referring to: "She... doesn’t seem too bad, just that her dark circles look pretty serious, as if she hasn’t rested well recently. She’s lost a lot of weight, her chin has beco much sharper, her eyes don’t shine as they used to, she doesn’t talk much and is always daydreaming. When I was looking for her, I called her several tis, but she didn’t respond..."
No sound ca from the phone.
Thinking the person on the other end hadn’t heard enough, Assistant Zhang Te pondered and then continued to speak, "According to Miss Song, she hasn’t left that bedroom at all and hardly eats anything. When she does eat a little, she ends up vomiting it out. In the middle of the night, when Miss Song cos out to feed the baby, she’s heard her crying several tis..."
Before the word "crying" was fully spoken, the call was abruptly hung up.
...
After Assistant Zhang Te left, Xia Wan’an hugged her knees, gazing at the setting sun outside the window with a vacant stare for quite so ti before picking up the docunt bag Assistant Zhang Te had left at her feet. It was filled with various financial docunts, property deeds, as well as stocks and funds...
Facing all this wealth that other people might crave for their entire lives, Xia Wan’an felt not a single ripple in her heart. In the past, perhaps she would have been very happy, but now, these things ant nothing to her, akin to worthless paper, and she casually threw them back onto the floor.
When people are gone, what’s the use of all this money?
Xia Wan’an buried her face in her arms and stared blankly again, in despair, before getting up and starting to look for her cell phone around the room.
Eventually, she found the phone under the sofa. The phone had automatically turned off after several days without a charge.
After plugging in the charger, she stared into the void, zoning out again. By the ti she ca back to reality, the phone had charged to fifty-seven percent and the screen was filled with various ssage notifications.
Among them, there were the most text ssages, WeChat ssages, and calls from He Che, followed by Xia Chen’an, then her parents, the Young Third Miss... and Grandmother Han.
Han Jingnian was gone, Han Zhijin had disappeared, Grandmother Han must be in a really bad state... Also, Assistant Zhang Te was leaving, and Lu Yangui had lost her son after all. Not long ago, Xia Wan’an had gone to great lengths to protect Lu Yangui, hoping to make everything alright for everyone...
Whether it was herself or anyone from the Han Family, they had all tried hard to make things right for everyone, but in the end, everything still fell apart into pieces.
Assistant Zhang Te said that those who had sched with all their hearts had finally succeeded... Did they really succeed? Will they really succeed?
Xia Wan’an sniffled, suppressing the sourness welling up in her eyes, and then clicked on the latest financial news. The activities of the Han Family Corporation had almost beco a focus of the daily news, just as Assistant Zhang Te said, next Monday truly would be... the day of generational transition for the Han Family Corporation.
A generational transition, huh?
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