老攻身患绝症[穿书]

Chapter 88

In the end, Wu Shui didn’t sleep on the floor. Qiu Xing showed his rare domineering side and drove Wu Shui and Qin Cheng away with a sullen face. Then he pulled Xie Yang into the room he knew belonged to Xie Yang.

After entering the door, Xie Yang turned to look at Qiu Xing. His hands were in his coat pocket and he was expressionless and silent. 

Qiu Xing watched Xie Yang. His dark face eased and he stepped forward to hug Xie Yang. Xie Yang’s body was like a stick and he was very uncooperative.

Qiu Xing sensed Xie Yang’s silent resistance and actually laughed. He raised a hand to rub Xie Yang’s head and told him, “I don’t know how many lawless things are in your head every day… Xie Yang, we didn’t actually do anything last night, right?”

The disguise in the small bedroom was very clumsy. Xie Yang knew that these illusions wouldn’t deceive Qiu Xing for too long. In the first place, his intention wasn’t to deceive Qiu Xing. It was to make Qiu Xing retract his fear. He raised his eyes and asked, “Guess?”

“……” Qiu Xing rubbed Xie Yang’s head again and suddenly said, “Xie Yang, I’m sorry.” 

Xie Yang paused.

“I made you work so hard and pushed you to this point. I’m sorry.”

“……”

Xie Yang finally moved. He knocked away Qiu Xing’s embrace with his shoulders and stared straight at Qiu Xing. “Qiu Xing, what do you want to say?”

Qiu Xing’s expression became serious and he reached out to touch the corner of Xie Yang’s eyes. “I will go to M Country again. If possible, I will ask Dr Kirkman to adjust my treatment plan.”

Xie Yang realized something. His fingers in his pockets instinctively tightened and he stared at Qiu Xing more intently.

Qiu Xing met Xie Yang’s eyes. “Xie Yang, when I come back, let’s get a divorce.”

Xie Yang’s hands in his pockets tensed up and then relaxed. The anticipation in his heart was extinguished and quickly turned into anger. He nodded and said, “Okay, Qiu Xing. If this is your final decision—” 

Qiu Xing suddenly held Xie Yang’s face and leaned over to touch Xie Yang’s lips.

Xie Yang’s words stopped and he looked up at Qiu Xing. “What do you mean?”

Qiu Xing reached out to cover Xie Yang’s eyes. Xie Yang couldn’t see anything in the darkness. Perhaps it was a hallucination from staying up late but he seemed to hear Qiu Xing’s heart beating extremely quickly.

Qiu Xing’s voice rang out. “After the divorce, our transaction is over. After that… Xie Yang, would you consider being in a real relationship with me?” 

Xie Yang’s eyes slightly widened and he raised his hand in an attempt to pull down Qiu Xing’s hand. His outstretched hand was caught and Qiu Xing continued to speak. This time, the hesitation that was always in Qiu Xing’s voice had disappeared. The trace of unreasonableness that used to always be there was back.

“I will make the bet. If I win, you will only be mine in this life. Even if I die, you have to guard my tombstone for the rest of your life. You aren’t allowed to find anyone else. If I lose, Rongding will be given to you. Xie Yang, I don’t want to struggle anymore. You are the one who hooked me out and you have to be responsible for me.”