Chapter 54 Feng Xingyun leaned closer, thin…
Feng Xingyun leaned closer, his eyes, dark beneath his thin double eyelids, cold and determined, "Of course I know what kind of person you are. You're cold to the core, but I'm naturally unafraid of the cold."
Liu Duanhe remained noncommittal, saying ambiguously, "Aren't you afraid I'll get angry if you just say it like that?"
But a smile played on his lips; no one is immune to the joy of having their true self "seen."
Feng Xingyun looked at him and said firmly, "You're not angry."
He wanted to scare Feng Xingyun, but before he could even speak, he laughed and said, "Okay, you're right."
Liu Duanhe picked up his phone from the table. "It's time for you to go to work. Go to work and don't get scolded by your uncle. I'm feeling much better now, so you don't need to take care of me anymore."
Since meeting Liu Duanhe and his parents, Feng Xingyun has made up his mind to take over the company as soon as possible so that Liu Duanhe can have an easier time. Recently, he has been studying at the company like a sponge. His father has also been very strict with him, increasing his workload. Now it is indeed time for him to work, and his father has called him several times while he is in his room.
Although he was worried about Liu Duanhe, he knew it was only because he couldn't bear to part with Liu Duanhe. Liu Duanhe did seem to be in much better condition; although her cheeks were still a little red, her eyes were very bright.
Liu Duanhe urged him several more times, and Feng Xingyun walked around the room again, poured water into the glass, washed the towel again, and then left.
He still had a smile on his face after seeing Feng Xingyun off.
The butler's phone rang again, and his aged voice, devoid of its usual gentleness, was filled with endless weariness and hoarseness: "Young Master."
Liu Duanhe said, "I will finish the Taicheng project as soon as possible. How much longer can Grandpa hold on?"
The housekeeper was silent for a moment, then said, "The doctor said it will probably take about two weeks."
Liu Duanhe: "When will Grandpa wake up?"
He looked at Liu Yi, who was still drowsy after finishing his meal in the ward, and said, "About two or three hours."
Liu Duanhe closed his eyes briefly, his voice hoarse, "I'll be at the sanatorium in a bit."
To prevent leaks that could affect the stock price, the old man moved into a sanatorium owned by the Liu family as his health began to decline. The facilities there were all top-of-the-line international standards.
After receiving Liu Duanhe's message, Secretary Wei immediately drove to his residence to pick him up.
Liu Duanhe still trusted Secretary Wei, after all, Secretary Wei had been with him for a long time, and he trusted his judgment in people when it came to work.
He wasn't a gossipy person, and besides, their interests were aligned; leaking the news of the old chairman's critical illness would do Wei Mingheng no good.
Liu Duanhe leaned wearily against the back of his chair, his handsome face shrouded in complex thoughts.
Secretary Wei glanced at him out of the corner of her eye in the mirror, and said carefully, "Boss, you shouldn't..."
He didn't say the rest, but Liu Duanhe raised an eyebrow and knew what he wanted to say.
"There's no right or wrong, only whether I want to do it or not."
His recent relationship with Feng Xingyun has had an impact, as not everyone can accept homosexuality, and some of his former friends have distanced themselves from him.
"When it comes to profit, sexual orientation doesn't matter. As long as the company's profits don't decline, that's good enough. Those people who don't leave now will leave later."
Liu Duanhe remained indifferent, his voice filled with unmistakable coldness. Those people were the kind of "friends" he could never win over, and he never took them seriously.
Wei Mingheng gained a deeper understanding of Liu Duanhe's strength. Before this moment, he even genuinely thought that Liu Duanhe would be distressed by the departure of these friends, after all, some of them were friends Liu Duanhe had known for more than ten years, and their friendship was undoubtedly deep.
In retrospect, these were merely his wishful thinking and conjectures. Liu Duanhe was far more resilient, fearless, and indifferent than he had imagined.
Secretary Wei tilted his head slightly, focusing intently on driving, and said, "You're right."
Liu Duanhe smiled habitually, "Well, thank you for your concern anyway."
He had already decided which company to send Wei Mingheng to in the past few days, and now all that was left was to issue the official notice. However, thinking about losing Wei Mingheng, his secretary whom he was so comfortable with, Liu Duanhe was actually a little reluctant.
Considering the group's future plans, it's time for some of the older, more senior members to make way for younger people.
After arriving at the sanatorium, Liu Duanhe came to his senses and unknowingly fell asleep in the car. He wasn't made of steel, and of course, he felt unwell when he had a fever and was sick.
Liu Duanhe sighed, got dressed, and got out of the car. Spring was just around the corner, and the weather was gradually warming up. The evergreen vegetation was lush and green, and insects, fish, birds, and forests were all thriving. The warm and cozy sanatorium, which had cost a lot of money, had a very nice environment.
He had lost count of how many times he had been here, so he just glanced around casually and headed towards the main entrance. It was indeed Secretary Wei's first time here, and Liu Duanhe's intention in bringing him here was self-evident.
It is both a trust and a demonstration of importance.
Of course, Liu Duanhe also had the implication of winning people's hearts. For most people, the trust of others is touching.
Secretary Wei followed Liu Duanhe's footsteps.
The old butler waited for a long time. When he saw Liu Duanhe's tall and upright figure, he was first pleasantly surprised. Then he noticed Liu Duanhe's abnormally flushed cheeks and slightly pale lips, and he came to greet him with a worried expression.
In the years since the former chairman fell seriously ill, although he is a few years younger than the former chairman, his health is not good either, and he has become increasingly concerned about his health.
Seeing that Liu Duanhe was clearly ill, he couldn't help but ask with concern, "What's wrong?"
Liu Duanhe didn't rush to answer. He glanced in the direction of the ward, not intending to go in. "It's just a cold, nothing serious."
His main concern was that the cold might affect Liu Yireng, whose body could no longer withstand any more risks.
The old butler stepped forward to examine him closely, not daring to touch his forehead or cheeks, only scrutinizing him with his eyes. He then helped him sit down on the chair by the door, asking with kindness and gentleness, "Have you taken your medicine?"
Liu Duanhe gestured for Wei Mingheng to sit down as well. "I ate before I left, and I feel much better now, so you don't need to worry."
Seeing that Liu Duanhe's gaze never left the ward, the old housekeeper couldn't help but sigh.
Everyone says that Liu Duanhe is warm on the outside but cold on the inside, but those who have watched this child grow up know that Liu Duanhe just received too little love, so he is equally stingy in giving to others. But if someone is truly in his heart, he will give them his whole heart.
After observing for a while, Liu Duanhe decided to ask the doctor about the specific situation in the doctor's office. Although the butler had already given him a general explanation, he was still cautious and wanted to hear the doctor explain Liu Yireng's condition in more detail.
After he left, the old butler was initially lost in thought, but then suddenly remembered something and said to Secretary Wei, who was also waiting, "Take good care of the young master these next few days. He has to work on the Taicheng project and he's also sick. With the chairman in this situation, I'm worried that he's putting too much pressure on himself."
Secretary Wei, who was also worried about Liu Duanhe's illness, nodded upon hearing this and said, "I will be careful."
After a pause, the old butler continued, "Has the young master been to Dr. Song's place recently?"
He looked at Liu Duanhe's increasingly thin figure with heartache in his eyes. "A few days ago, Dr. Song subtly told the master that the young master was always unwilling to go."
Secretary Wei paused for a moment, then said, "The boss went there a few days ago."
The old butler breathed a sigh of relief. "Then the chairman will be more at ease knowing when he wakes up."
"Although the chairman didn't say it explicitly during this period, I could tell he was very happy."
Perhaps some words have been piling up in my heart for too long, and I want to confide in them; or perhaps it's a reminder.
The old butler slowly said, "The chairman always hoped to see the young master meet someone who truly loves him and whom he loves in return before he passes away, or at least someone who cares about him. As for money and power, the young master could never spend all the wealth accumulated by the Liu family over generations, even in dozens of lifetimes."
"The Tianhe Group, which is on the surface of the Liu family's wealth, is just the tip of the iceberg, so the master doesn't care about these things. He only hopes that the Liu family's only child can be happy."
"There have been some rumors circulating outside recently, and the chairman has been paying close attention to them. He has used both soft and hard tactics to warn many people. The chairman is actually very happy with the marketing and public relations related public opinion."
"As for those minor benefits."
He gestured with his fingers, touching the tip of his fingernail, "It's just a drop in the ocean, the value of one or two houses. For these people who have changed their attitude, the benefits are eternal; they can get it all back later, without missing a penny."
Secretary Wei knew that his attitude and concerns had inadvertently reached the ears of the old butler. After all, he was a high-ranking executive in the group, with thousands of eyes watching him, so it was only natural that the news would get out.
The old butler's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. His eyes, no longer as bright as they had been in his youth, were now more reserved and unfathomable. This was the essence of shrewdness that comes with age, a keen understanding of human nature, years of accumulated connections, and control over the group.
It's easy to see the old chairman's control over the group. No wonder the old chairman found out so quickly about the losses of the boss's father's previous subsidiary, who went to great lengths to cover them up and even paid out of his own pocket.
He was startled and composed himself, saying, "I understand what you mean; I've been overthinking it."
The old butler smiled and said, "Young Wei, your abilities are outstanding, but you overthink things. It's not good for smart people to overthink; they can easily get stuck on trivial matters and forget the difference in their positions."
"People are different, and their goals are different. People who are worried about making a living should put making money first, while those who are not so anxious about money can naturally think about higher needs."
"I remember you're not a local, Xiao Wei, you're from Dong Province, right? Your parents and sister have all come over here, you're the pride of your family, I bet they're starting to urge you to get married." He changed the subject and began chatting about family matters with a smile.
Secretary Wei knew the old housekeeper's reminder; he had indeed overstepped his bounds. He had spent too much time with Liu Duanhe, almost all day at the company, which had clouded his perception of their relationship.
When Liu Duanhe truly wants to be good to someone, no one in the world can resist him. He is generous with money, power, status, attention, and even emotional value.
Working with him was tiring, but the project bonuses alone were enough for Wei Mingheng to buy a house near the company in Beijing outright.
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