At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

Chapter 131 Shura Field

Feeling incredibly bored in the ward, she went outside for a walk. On her way back, she bumped into Xu Hui, who was carrying a fruit basket and peering into the room through the door.

Xu Hui seemed to have eyes in the back of his head; he turned around and met He Qiaoyun's gaze.

He smiled and said, "Qiaoyun, why aren't you resting in your hospital room?"

Seeing his unfriendly expression, He Qiaoyun opened the door and asked, "Who told you I was hospitalized?"

"That's what Feichi said."

Xu Hui followed her in, glanced around the ward, and couldn't help but gasp inwardly. He thought back to when his youngest daughter had brain surgery, she could only share a ward with others, but this girl, with just a minor concussion, was in a private room. It was such a waste of money.

He Qiaoyun sat on the bed. "I'm fine. I'll go back after I finish watching."

Xu Hui opened the fruit basket and took out a bunch of grapes. "I'll wash some fruit for you."

He Qiaoyun said indifferently, "No need, I won't eat."

Xu Hui insisted on washing them because this was his only chance to show off. After washing them, He Qiaoyun didn't touch a single one, but he ate them himself.

Seeing him sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, He Qiaoyun thought he was bored and asked, "Xu Hui, how are your two factories doing?"

Xu Hui paused in his grape-eating, looked up at her, trying to figure out why she asked that question, but couldn't figure it out after a while, so he asked, "Why are you asking this?"

He Qiaoyun shrugged. "I was just asking. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

Xu Hui swallowed the grapes in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and got up to sit on the edge of the bed, but He Qiaoyun immediately raised her hand to stop him, "Don't get too close to me, sit back over there."

“Okay,” Xu Hui sighed after sitting back down. “There’s no business. The warehouse is full of goods. The market is too saturated now, and foreign trade is not easy to do.”

He gazed at her intently: "Qiaoyun, I really can't live without you. I only just realized now that you are the one who truly cares for me. A mistress is always a mistress, and no matter what, she can never become a respectable wife. I was such a bastard before, so ungrateful. I know I was wrong. Please don't leave me, okay?"

He spoke these heartfelt words, almost moving himself, but He Qiaoyun remained unmoved; all she could think about was how to take back the two factories.

The reason I didn't want those two factories in the first place was because I had limited energy and simply couldn't manage them all, and I didn't have enough funds. If I had taken them, I would have had to rob Peter to pay Paul and deal with Xu Hui's family, which would have been incredibly troublesome.

But things are different now. This year, I made a lot of money from fruit sales. I have over 1.5 million yuan in cash in my account and over 1 million followers. I can easily start live streaming to sell my products. Besides, the fruit harvest in my hometown only lasts until September and October. The rest of the year is a long off-season. I have money, time, and sales channels, so I have no worries at all.

If we wait until he can't hold on any longer and declares bankruptcy before making a move, we should be able to save a lot of money...

Xu Hui, unaware that she was plotting against him, continued affectionately, "Qiaoyun, it'll be soon. By the middle of next month, I'll have completed the divorce proceedings with Wang Jinghuai."

He Qiaoyun said indifferently, "What does this have to do with me?"

Xu Hui smiled and continued, "After I get divorced from her, let's remarry. This time, I promise I won't let you down again."

He Qiaoyun seemed a little impatient. "Xu Hui, can't we have a proper conversation? If not, then get out of here."

Xu Hui's momentum weakened after being rebuked by her. "Qiaoyun, don't be angry, I won't say anything more."

He Qiaoyun leaned to the side, picked up the water glass on the table, took a couple of sips to calm herself down, and asked, "How much inventory do your two factories have now? Are the machines still running?"

Xu Hui was taken aback for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Why are you asking this?"

Could it be that she's concerned about him?

He Qiaoyun did not respond, but instead sipped her water.

Xu Hui figured it out and said with a smile, "The machines are all shut down, and the employees..." He paused, his tone revealing a hint of reluctance to speak, ultimately showing his concern for his reputation.

He Qiaoyun raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

Xu Hui paused for a moment before saying, "There are only a few employees left, and the warehouses are full of goods from both factories, totaling tens of thousands of items."

He Qiaoyun had a general idea of ​​what was going on, and then asked, "What about the raw materials for production?"

Xu Hui continued, "There's not much left."

He Qiaoyun: "Then you must owe a lot of money."

Xu Hui's eyes darted away for a moment, then he smiled somewhat guiltily, "Not much, there's nothing I can do about it, the economic situation isn't good, but don't worry, I'll definitely make a comeback."

He Qiaoyun looked at him with disgust. "You're drowning in debt, you can't even support yourself, and you've already sold your house. If I remarry you, where will I live? How will you support me?"

When Xu Hui heard her mention "remarriage," his face lit up with joy, and he began to make grand promises. "It's a bit difficult now, but I still have a chance to turn things around. A few days ago, a friend introduced me to a hotel's tableware and carpet supplier. Once I secure this big order, everything will be solved."

He Qiaoyun secretly raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

She asked that question, but deep down she really didn't want him to make a comeback. He's her ex-husband, so of course she didn't want him to have a good life. She wished he would end up homeless.

Xu Hui seemed to have regained some of his masculine dignity. "Of course, don't worry, this time it's a stroke of good luck, it will definitely succeed."

"So, Qiaoyun, are you willing to be with me again?"

He Qiaoyun refused without hesitation, "A good horse doesn't eat the grass it has already grazed. You should save this good fortune for Wang Jinghuai or your next wife. I can't handle it."

Xu Hui didn't give up either, and said with great enthusiasm, "Qiaoyun, just wait and see, I will definitely make you change your mind with my actions."

He Qiaoyun still looked disgusted and waved her hand, "That's enough, you can go back now, I need to rest."

Xu Hui hesitated before getting up, not wanting to linger. Before leaving, he kindly reminded him, "Okay, I'll go back and get busy. You get some rest."

"Ok, I know."

At that moment, a man stood outside the door, which was ajar. He heard every single word of their last two sentences of conversation.

Xu Hui happily tucked an apple into his pocket and walked out. He opened the door and met Feng Jiashu standing outside. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh, you've come."

Seeing Xu Hui's smiling face, Feng Jiashu was immediately filled with jealousy. "What are you doing here looking for Qiaoyun?"

Xu Hui took a bite of the apple peel, spat it out onto the ground with a "pui" sound, and asked, "What do you think?"

He Qiaoyun, who was in the ward, heard voices outside the door. She got up and went outside, only to see two men locked in a hostile standoff.

She greeted Feng Jiashu, "You're off work."

Feng Jiashu deliberately ignored Xu Hui, suppressing his gentle smile, "Yes, I wanted to come and see how you are doing. Are you feeling much better now?"

He Qiaoyun smiled faintly, "Yes, I'm much better. I think I can be discharged tomorrow."

Feng Jiashu: "That's good."

Xu Hui stood aside, munching on an apple while watching them tug at each other. He spat out another apple peel and said, "Don't disturb Qiaoyun's rest. Let's go."

Feng Jiashu looked at He Qiaoyun, "Do you want me to leave now?"