If the Deep Sea Forgets You

Chapter 117 - Separation

Chapter 117: Separation

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Mo Han gave his father a simple funeral. Even if there were not a lot of people who attended.

On his third day in America, his father’s ashes were settled in a comfortable place. He stared at them for a long time, a mixture of emotions surging in his heart, before turning and leaving.

After he had finished the arrangements for his father’s wake, Mo Han started to handle the problems left behind by his father’s company. The company had long been reduced to an empty shell due to his father’s drug problems. When the news about him taking drugs had appeared, stocks had fallen drastically. Many of the investors chose to withdraw their investments, and, afraid that the company would collapse, numerous employees prepared to resign.

The internal departments of the company needed someone to take responsibility and handle everything.

Mo Han was also forced to do it. After his father passed away, several of the company’s shareholders found him and wanted him to help. Mo Han did not know anything regarding the company’s situation, but he had to brace himself and read up on the company’s operational situation around the clock.

Mo Han only remembered that he did not really sleep for those few days. In the morning, he had to meet with various investors to convince them and try his best to ensure the smooth flow of company funds. At night, he had meetings with the shareholders to discuss the internal departments.

The rest of the time, he had to look at various data of the company’s internal departments. Whatever short moments he could squeeze out from the remaining time were his rest time.

He depended on coffee and sleeping pills in turn to tide him over.

He used a total of six days to pull his father’s company out of the mud.

Mo Han did not know that the shareholders often brought him up in conversation on the sixth day, saying that they had never seen a young man save a company so near bankruptcy in such a short time.

He had the courage, insight and also the intellect. He knew exactly how to handle things in the business field with its unpredictable nature. If his status of an exceptional lawyer was removed, he could become an outstanding entrepreneur.

Except that Mo Han had never thought of becoming an entrepreneur. He only wanted to finish handling his father’s matters and go back.

Mo Han bought a ticket back to China, but those shareholders wanted him to stay in America to work. He declined, saying that he had no interest in his father’s company at all.

Just like that, without turning back, without taking anything with him, he left America.

China and America had a 13-hour time difference. Mo Han left nearing afternoon, but when he reached home it was already 1 in the morning.

Mo Han stood at the house entrance. For some reason he was unable to find his keys no matter how hard he searched, so he simply gave up and called Xia Qingyi.

“Hello?” Xia Qingyi’s voice was laced with sleepiness.

On hearing her voice after being separated for ten days, Mo Han felt the tightness around his chest suddenly loosen. He felt extraordinarily tired, as though his energy was only enough to reach his home.

“Open the door,” Mo Han said lightly as he leaned on the door.

“You’re back?” Xia Qingyi was a little surprised. She promptly jumped out of the bed, switched on the light and ran to open the door.

The door lock clicked, and Mo Han nearly fell in as the door opened, but luckily enough, Xia Qingyi managed to hold him in time.

“Ah... ah... what happened to you?” Mo Han was too heavy, and had almost squashed her into the ground, she had to use most of her strength to steady herself and forcefully grabbed onto his arm.

Mo Han could smell the unique faint smell of her soap on Xia Qingyi’s body. It had been a long time since he had smelled it.

“Ah... ah... stand properly,” Xia Qingyi did not even have the time to hang up his call. She dragged Mo Han with one hand and threw her phone on the nearby sofa first.

But Mo Han was really too tired. He felt really sleepy, as though the days he had not slept in America had come crashing down on him at once.

His consciousness slowly became hazy.