Chapter 110: The Wall Fell, the Heart Crumbled

(Today's light drink, didn't have time—this is all there is.)

Yang Xue toyed with the cup filled with hot water: "I have something I want to discuss with you."

Sitting back in his chair, Chen Jianghe nodded seriously: "Mm, go ahead."

"The new production line is arriving soon—we must prepare in advance and not delay production."

Chen Jianghe paused thoughtfully: "You're right. Let Xiao Jiang handle the staff training. That's what we agreed on earlier—the factory is expanding production and needs more skilled workers; the newcomers are uneven in skill, so this is necessary."

He didn't understand Yang Xue's intent regarding the production workshop, nor did he think further: "As for the production workshop… my opinion is to stick with the old setup for now."

"Can that work?" Yang Xue rejected it instantly: "Too cramped. If we put the new and old lines together, raw materials will get mixed up and management will be chaotic. I think we should open a new factory zone."

Watching Chen Jianghe's expression, Yang Xue paused, then continued: "This afternoon, I walked behind the factory and saw the old building is idle and just taking up space. I discussed it with Xiao Jiang—could we repurpose it?"

At the mention of moving the old building, Chen Jianghe, who had been indifferent, suddenly looked up: "No. Don't touch the old building—I'm keeping it."

Yang Xue crossed her arms and leaned back against the chair: "Chen Jianghe, that's not like you. You've always prioritized production efficiency. Give me a reason to keep it."

Images flashed through Chen Jianghe's mind; the discomfort he'd just recovered from surged back, and he didn't want to deal with her.

Seeing his silence, Yang Xue refused to indulge him—she'd cut this idea off for good: "Fine. Since you won't speak, I'll take it as agreement." "No." Chen Jianghe snapped back to reality, firmly rejecting it, fabricating an excuse: "It's a matter of spirit."

The man's heart belonged to someone else; Yang Xue felt terrible. She was a wealthy young lady who'd set her sights on a country bumpkin—and he didn't even take her seriously. How could she be happy?

"I heard from Xiao Jiang you want to turn it into a hall of honor—but that space is wasted. How about this: we create a hall of honor on the first floor of the office building to meet your needs."

She spoke as if wronged, but what could she do? She liked him. She had to accept it—she refused to lose to that Luo Yuzhu. She'd win Chen Jianghe.

"No. I said no, and it's final."

Without even glancing at Yang Xue, Chen Jianghe stood and walked out. The conversation had reached this point—he had no more arguments. He was resorting to stubbornness. Do what you will—it won't work.

Without turning back, Yang Xue stared at the empty seat across from her, heartbroken. She rose and walked to the window, gazing outside. Soon enough, as expected, Chen Jianghe appeared. Watching him open the gate and walk inside, she forced back her tears and made up her mind.

The next day, Chen Jianghe and his deputy factory manager went out to meet clients and gather information. Their factory's Luo Yuzhu socks were being marketed under the Tianci brand—a severe blow to their brand, since Luo Yuzhu was no weaker than Tianci; otherwise, the Yang family wouldn't have targeted them, and Yang Xue wouldn't have taken over the sock factory.

But the contract was clear, the terms explicit—legally, Yang Xue held more authority than he did. Faced with this, Chen Jianghe had no good solution—he could only return and speak softly to Yang Xue, then think again.

But back at the factory, he saw a scene that shattered him: Yang Xue was organizing workers to tear down the old building.

He shouted to stop them immediately—but it was too late. The walls had already fallen.

Chen Jianghe didn't yell or confront Yang Xue—he'd already seen Luo Yuzhu. He already knew the outcome. He was no longer the man from the original story, clinging to a single brick, hoping for a reunion.

He stared blankly at the rubble before him, lost. Had the wall he guarded for three years, waited eight years for, really fallen?

Chen Jianghe stood frozen for a long time. Then, ignoring everyone's stares, he rushed into the rubble and began digging.

Seeing his actions, Yang Xue stomped her foot in frustration and turned away, walking off in disgust.

The workers around them looked at each other. One leader had left; another was digging in the debris. Confused, they dared not move, just stood watching Chen Jianghe sift through the bricks.

That day, Chen Jianghe spoke to that brick for a long, long time—until he fell asleep holding it…

………

The next day, the train to Qian City rumbled forward.

Chen Jianghe pressed against the train wall, clutching his bag, staring blankly out the window, tears glimmering in his eyes.

"Heroes rise from nowhere, unasked and unheralded."

"In three days, you will be appointed Assistant to the Chairman of the Yang Group. Within a month, I will invest additional funds into the sock factory to fully build a sock industry base. In a year, you will be promoted to Vice President, assisting my daughter in taking over Yang Department Store. I entrust my precious daughter to you—do not betray her."

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………

"Luo Yuzhu brand will become your history—and your memories."

"My father has cancer. He has one year left."

"He was puzzled—how could a restless man like me stay at the sock factory for months? Now he understands. Because of you. So now you understand what he meant by 'entrust'?"

"Luo Yuzhu, you've always had this woman in your heart. That's why you held onto this factory—and named the brand after her. I'm going to tear down the wall in your heart. I'm going to make you open up completely to me."

Everything that happened yesterday was vivid, every word still ringing in his ears.

Yang Xue had done so much—he wasn't blind. How could he not see? She'd gone this far—he couldn't remain unmoved. But for years, besides business, he'd only thought of Luo Yuzhu; even his business was for Luo Yuzhu. Now Yang Xue had come at him like this—he couldn't process it all at once.

After a night of deep thought, Chen Jianghe finally decided to say goodbye to Luo Yuzhu—and to his past. If he didn't see her one last time, he'd never find peace.

This morning, Chen Jianghe found Yang Xue. He couldn't forget the joy on her face when he said "I accept the entrustment." He couldn't forget her smile when he told her he was going to Qian City to find Luo Yuzhu.

The train rumbled ever forward, the destination drawing nearer—and his tension grew. Chen Jianghe clutched his bag tightly, for inside, wrapped in three layers of careful packaging, was the brick painted with a little figure—because it was the past, the future, because it was her.