老攻身患绝症[穿书]

Chapter 62

The mention of his father who had passed away for many years finally caused Qiu Xing’s expression to change. He frowned and was about to open his mouth when a familiar voice came from the door. 

“What will you do after there is an heir? Use it as a bargaining chip so you can grab Rongding from your collateral relatives in the Qiu family in the future?”’

The moment these words came out, the atmosphere in the room froze immediately. The old man’s expression was stiff and then sank. He looked toward the source of the sound while the young man playing with the phone finally put it down and looked up.

Xie Yang threw open the door, took a big step into the living room and took off his scarf and clothes. Then he sat directly on the arm of Qiu Xing’s armchair, threw his scarf and gloves at Qiu Xing and took the tea from Qiu Xing’s hand for a sip. He glanced at the two people sitting across from him and smiled politely. However, he was talking to Qiu Xing. “Qiu Xing, don’t you usually have a big temper? Relatives who want you dead are coming to you but you have become Buddha.”

Qiu Xing stared at Xie Yang for a moment before suddenly smiling. He took back the tea cup from Xie Yang’s hand and told him, “What are you going to do with cold tea?” Then he called the housekeeper and asked the housekeeper to bring Xie Yang’s hot glass of milk. The two men sitting across from them were directly ignored. 

“Ah Xing, who is this. Do you mind introducing him to your uncle?”

Qiu Xing glanced at the old man and made the introductions while rubbing his tea cup. “Uncle, this is Xie Yang. My mother picked him as my other half. Xie Yang, these two are my uncle Liu Jiang and cousin Liu Shixuan.”

Liu Jiang’s expression changed instantly the moment he heard ‘my other half.’ He frowned at Xie Yang and shouted, “Your mother is really confused! How did she pick—”

“So what?” Xie Yang met Liu Jiang’s eyes and raised his eyebrow slightly. “No matter what I do, I still want Qiu Xing to live. It is much better than you who is looking forward to his death. Don’t calculate things. Qiu Xing won’t die. Rongding currently belongs to Qiu Xing and it will only be Qiu Xing’s in the future. Once Qiu Xing dies of old age, I will immediately donate Rongding to society. I don’t want to take advantage of other people’s glory.”

Liu Jiang’s face became darker the more he heard. Finally, he hit the sofa and stared at Qiu Xing angrily. “Ah Xing, are you allowing such a person to scold me? Don’t listen to what he is saying. You—”

“Uncle.” Qiu Xing interrupted Liu Jiang’s words. “Don’t scold my person in my home. You have seen that my mother has helped me with my marriage so there is no need to bother you. I have thought about it. I don’t want a surrogate and I don’t want a baby for the rest of my life. It is late so please go back.”

These words were no different from tearing off polite pretenses. Liu Jiang’s face was extremely ugly as he stood up. “You truly don’t understand good intentions. Ah Xing, how can an outsider have sincerity to you? Don’t believe this villain’s words. Uncle said everything for your own good. Think about it for yourself. Shixuan, let’s go!”

Liu Shixuan got up and supported Liu Jiang. He glanced secretly at Xie Yang before walking forward. 

The living room was silent again and the housekeeper delivered the milk. Xie Yang took the milk and got up to sit in the chair beside Qiu Xing. Qiu Xing put down the tea cup, folded the scarf and gloves on his legs, placed them beside him and asked in a rare gentle voice. “Is the genius back?”