After nearly eight days of travel, they received bad news.
When Old Master Huo suddenly fell ill and was admitted to the ICU, it was the first time he had seen a look of bewilderment and helplessness on Huo Cixiao's face.
"Honey, don't worry. Have Xiao Pang pack his things, I'll go arrange things first." Luo Beishi patted his shoulder, gently comforting him for a moment, and then immediately called to have them prepare.
After several hours and a transfer, the helicopter landed directly on the helipad above the private hospital owned by the Huo Corporation Group. Due to air traffic control, the return journey was only slightly faster than the outward journey.
As soon as the couple arrived at the door of the old man's ward, Huo Cixiao, who was more than half a head taller Luo Beishi, stood tall and imposing. His perfect and superior face, favored by God, was even more prominent in this occasion, highlighting his indifference.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, scrutinizing everyone present.
Luo Beishi held his hand, her eyes radiating a subtle chill.
People around them became wary and timid, even their breathing became cautious, and some even held their breath.
No one dared to greet them; the aura of the person in charge of the group was so oppressive that they could hardly breathe.
Apart from Huo Cheng, no one else dared to meet Huo Cixiao's gaze. Even Huo Cifeng instinctively avoided looking at his elder brother.
During their time back, the old man had regained consciousness and left the intensive care unit, and was now transferred to a regular ward. Two tall bodyguards were standing at the door of the ward.
"Speak, who made Grandpa so angry?" Luo Beishi's voice was melodious yet authoritative, and even Huo Cheng, the nominal father-in-law, felt a chill run down his spine for a moment.
Everyone consciously took a step back. Huo Cixiang, who was still hesitating about whether to stand up or not, stood out even more against the backdrop of the hospital's white environment, his black hoodie and slightly red face.
He muttered under his breath, "Damn it, these guys..."
He thought about it again, and decided he hadn't done anything wrong. He raised his head confidently and said, "So what if it was me!"
Huo Cixiao's gaze sharpened as he looked at the trembling Huo Cixiang, who resembled a small animal. He merely sneered, "Don't worry, as the saying goes, if you're in trouble, go to the police. The investigation into where Grandpa lives has already begun. Don't try to play tricks on me; the consequences will only make you regret ever being born."
Huo Cixiao's voice was deep and magnetic, and there was a hint of laughter as he spoke, which sent a chill down the spines of the people huddled together. They all began to worry that someone was deliberately framing them.
The Huo Family family is too special. The old man still has a lot in his hands. They've waited so many years, and the old man is still alive. What they're afraid of is that some people might start to have ulterior motives, thinking that the old man is fair and impartial, and that everything in his will will eventually end up in their hands. Whether the old man dies sooner or later, he'll still die.
They were filled with anxiety, each fearing they would be framed, as such things were not uncommon in wealthy families; their breathing became even shallower.
Huo Cixiao slowly withdrew his gaze.
Huo Cheng and Huo Cifeng, who refused to associate with that group, stood aside. Huo Cheng, wanting to save face, started talking about their honeymoon.
He reprimanded in a stern voice, "Xiao Shi, A-Xiao, you've come back far too late. If anything happens to the old man at this critical juncture, it will be a disgrace to your family!"
Huo Cixiao gave him a cold look. "Watch your mouth. If you don't want your tongue, fine, I'll grant your wish."
Huo Cheng was so frightened by his casual remark that he shut his mouth completely.
The doctor in the ward was conducting today's examinations. After about ten minutes, he finally came out. Wearing a mask and a white coat, the doctor, whose hair was almost completely bald, saw Chairman Huo as soon as he opened the door and immediately said respectfully, " Chairman Huo, Mrs. Chairman Huo, please come in. The old master is waiting for you both. All the reports will be compiled and sent to you."
Luo Beishi had already done a system analysis, and Huo Cixiang estimated it was really a fluke; they would have to look into it further.
He withdrew his gaze from Huo Cixiang and said, "Just wait, if anything really happens to Grandpa, you'll be held responsible!"
After Huo Cixiao led him into the ward, Zhang Ze, carrying a meal, rushed over from outside, looking travel-worn. Huo Cifeng watched their retreating figures, his eyes flickering slightly.
Zhang Ze wanted to ask the others what was going on, but then he noticed that they all seemed to have just gone through some kind of catastrophe and were now looking relieved, so he decided not to ask.
" A-Feng, let's go get something to eat first," Zhang Ze said gently. The brothers and sisters around him looked at Zhang Ze, this sycophant, with disdain. He'd always been like this since they were little, so they weren't surprised.
Huo Cifeng's eyes crinkled with a smile, and he said with a slight upturn of his lips, "Let's go, Grandpa doesn't want to see us yet."
Huo Cheng did not object to the situation of the two men.
After all, he had already staked his entire fortune on Huo Cifeng. Although his second son was far less capable than Huo Cixiao, he was still capable enough to support him in his old age.
Moreover, his second son also manages his finances and has earned quite a bit over the years, which is why he felt comfortable giving him the shares.
In the ward
Huo Cixiao didn't say anything to Grandpa Huo, but just stood there silently peeling an apple rather clumsily.
Luo Beishi looked at his grandfather, who still had a tube in his nose. He had been radiant just a while ago, but now he looked haggard and weak, as if he had no energy left.
But the old man knows how to take care of his health; he has very few age spots, only a few at his temples. You can tell that he was quite a handsome young man in his youth, with fair skin, and probably very popular with ladies from wealthy families.
How can you tell that the old man was handsome when he was young? Just look at his bone structure: deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a very gentle gaze. He also speaks with great humor and wit, suggesting a very good personality.
This is how Luo Beishi sees Master Huo.
Seeing Old Master Huo reminds him of Grandpa Luo, with whom he lived during his childhood.
Although Grandpa Luo was taciturn, Grandpa Luo never mistreated him, tutoring him in his studies and even planting vegetables with him in the fields.
However, Grandpa Luo passed away from illness a few years after he returned to the Luo Family. After the seventh day after Grandpa Luo's death, he used the little money he had left to buy a train ticket and returned to the small county town and the small house where his grandfather lived. He stayed there for a month. Luo Ming thought he was very rebellious. After all, he was just a child. If something happened to him, he would be ridiculed by other aristocratic families. In the end Luo Ming still arranged for bodyguards to protect him secretly.
Luo Beishi quickly snapped out of her thoughts, touching her grandfather's hand, "Grandpa, you always seemed like you could go to the Olympics, how come you're in the hospital now?"
Old Master Huo knew that his health couldn't withstand extreme joy or sorrow, so he could only take it easy.
"Once Grandpa recovers, I'll sign him up for a marathon when I'm little. Grandpa can even run a marathon," Grandpa Huo said slowly, as if he were coaxing him.
Luo Beishi's nose tingled with emotion, and he said with a smile, "I'm afraid I'll be the one who registers you and then runs the errands for you."
Actually, during the time they had known Old Master Huo, they often chatted on WeChat, but the topics they discussed always revolved around Huo Cixiao.