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Ten minutes later.
Dr. Zhang entered the living room with a box and silently began to clean up the battlefield. The maids also carefully filed in.
In the living room.
Xia Yeshuang and Old Man Xia each occupied a corner. On the floor were two bent golf clubs with different marks.
What a hearty brawl!
Dr. Zhang began to check Boss Xia's injuries with practiced familiarity. The maids began to tidy the tabletop with equal routine.
Old Man Xia waved his hand.
"Check her first."
Xia Yeshuang sat on the carpet and refused with a cold face.
"You'd better take care of yourself. Your blood pressure is higher than my height!"
Dr. Zhang couldn't help but laugh.
He felt that this father and daughter were really interesting. They clearly both cared about each other, but they both stubbornly refused to bow their heads.
They would argue as soon as they met, fight after arguing, and continue to argue after fighting.
Boss Xia looked years younger when he was with Miss Xia; mostly because she cursed him out like he was her own grandson!
The key is...
The two of them always made a particularly big scene. In the end, at most, one of them would have a bruise here, and the other would have a red mark there. There were no major injuries at all.
So funny!
Old Man Xia cursed, "Anyway, that yellow-hair is no good. You stay away from him!"
Xia Yeshuang rolled her eyes and pointed at her own hair. "If your eyes are bad, go get them treated. I'm the yellow-hair here."
Dr. Zhang quickly fed Old Man Xia his blood pressure medication.
Xia Yeshuang was also furious. She forced herself not to look at Old Man Xia and said in a cold voice.
"This is my business. You are not allowed to disturb him!"
Old Man Xia cursed, "I'm your dad! You have this kind of yellow-hair around you. On what grounds can I not manage it?"
Xia Yeshuang shot up from her seat and retorted.
"I'm still your daughter. Did you tell me when you got married? Did I ever manage you?"
Old Man Xia: "...This is not the same thing."
Not the same thing?
Xia Yeshuang sneered and said with disdain.
"You yourself are not sincere in your feelings, so you think everyone in the world is like this!"
"My mom was so unlucky to have found someone like you, who falls in love with everyone he sees. I won't!"
Old Man Xia also stood up, his finger trembling as he pointed at her nose, unable to say a single word.
Every time Xia Yeshuang mentioned her mother, Old Man Xia was speechless.
Xia Yeshuang's mother was a literary woman who loved beauty. She couldn't accept her postpartum appearance.
Plus, at that time, Old Man Xia's career was just starting to take off. He was so busy that he didn't have time to be with Xia Yeshuang's mother.
By the time Old Man Xia found out, the person was already suffering from postpartum depression and it was too late.
These years...
Old Man Xia had always been blaming himself. At that time, he was too careless and didn't notice the sadness and loneliness in his wife's eyes.
Later.
Old Man Xia had married many wives later. This one's nose was like hers, this one's eyes were like hers, this one's face shape was like hers.
They say that carving the boat to find the sword is ridiculous.
(TL: Carving the boat to find the sword (刻舟求剑 - Kè zhōu qiú jiàn): An idiom referring to someone who relies on a fixed, outdated method to solve a problem in a changing situation.)
Old Man Xia sometimes thought, wasn't he also carving the boat to find the sword in the long river of memory?
But he had no choice.
As soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of his wife's appearance.
He could only rely on this method of drinking poison to quench his thirst to alleviate the numbness in his heart.
"You will get hurt."
In the end, Old Man Xia could only say this sentence.
The yellow-hair on the other end of the phone was too mature. A person like that could handle Xia Yeshuang in minutes.
Xia Yeshuang snorted.
"If I get my head broken and I'm covered in bruises, that's my own choice. Even if I die, I deserve it. You don't need to lecture me!"
Old Man Xia fell silent.
After a long while.
He said, "Starting from tomorrow, as long as you're free, go to the company."
Xia Yeshuang shook her head.
"I don't want to!"
Old Man Xia still brought up that stinking yellow-hair.
"You're too naive!"
"Most beautiful things are not strong. Colorful clouds are easy to disperse, and glass is fragile.
Feelings can disappear in the blink of an eye. What if he doesn't like you anymore later?"
(TL: Colorful clouds are easy to disperse, and glass is fragile (彩云易散琉璃脆 - Cǎi yún yì sàn liú lí cuì): A poetic saying from the Tang dynasty meaning that beautiful things are often ephemeral and easily broken.)
Xia Yeshuang bit her lower lip.
Old Man Xia knew that he had hit her soft spot.
'Damn it.'
Boo-hoo-hoo.
His own words as an old father were not effective. He had to use that yellow-hair's name to be effective.
F*ck!
Old Man Xia's heart was about to break.
"You have enough ability. Even if you have to tie him up, you can tie him to your side!"
In this world...
More deadly than a white moonlight is a dead white moonlight.
(TL: White Moonlight (白月光 - Bái yuè guāng): Refers to someone an individual loves but cannot be with. A "Dead White Moonlight" is someone who has passed away, making them impossible to compete with because they remain perfect in memory.)
Xia Yeshuang's mother was his only white moonlight. Xia Yeshuang was also the only child she had left.
Old Man Xia thought, he must let Xia Yeshuang live well in the future.
Even if he is gone, he must let Xia Yeshuang have the ability to make a living on her own!
This is also an opportunity.
Just by using that yellow-hair's name, he can make Xia Yeshuang willing to enter the company and start learning.
As for that yellow-hair...
He had heard on the phone that the kid didn't have the reckless impetuosity of an eighteen-year-old.
He believed that the kid knew how to assess the situation very well.
Then that kid would definitely hold onto Xia Yeshuang's thigh, this little rich lady.
'Not a threat.'
Old Man Xia sighed. At worst, he would just recruit a live-in son-in-law.
Xia Yeshuang was silent for a long time, her mind constantly thinking about what Old Man Xia had said.
'It seems...'
It makes a lot of sense.
She wanted to keep Lu Xing by her side.
Seeing that Xia Yeshuang was wavering, Old Man Xia immediately added fuel to the fire.
"I heard that the Wei family's daughter has already discussed entering the company with Wei Wenhai. She's a step ahead of you in studies, but that doesn't mean she can also... huh?"
Old Man Xia hadn't even finished his sentence when he saw Xia Yeshuang furiously smash the coffee table with a single punch.
'Uh...'
My daughter has just grown up, and with one punch, she made Stallone cry.
Yellow-hair, I mourn for you.
Xia Yeshuang thought for a long time and said coldly.
"I will prove to you that he is not a person like you."
Old Man Xia snorted.
The gears of fate would begin to turn at this moment.
...
At this time.
Lu "Yellow-hair" Xing was comfortably sprawled out on the large bed in the master bedroom.
Wen Lingxiu leaned against the headboard, a storybook in hand, reading aloud in a slow, soothing rhythm.
She thought about how many times Lu Xing had read to her. In the days to come, it was only right that she returned the favor.
At the very least, she hoped that when Lu Xing fell asleep, his dreams would be filled with the sound of her voice.
Lulled by Auntie Wen’s reading, Lu Xing half-squinted his eyes, staring blankly at the dimmed light on the ceiling.
As expected.
No one in this world actually likes going to work.
Ever since he realized he had enough money saved up to retire, he felt his professional drive slipping away. He had become far too lazy.
You bastard! he scolded himself. Get your spirits up!
Click.
His back let out a sharp pop.
Awesome! Another day survived! I'll get back to the grind tomorrow. I'm just... a little too tired today.
"Goodnight, Makka Pakka."
(TL: A reference to the children's show "In the Night Garden".)
Once Auntie Wen’s breathing became slow and steady, Lu Xing finally allowed his eyes to close.
His body felt warm and the bed was incredibly comfortable.
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Lingxiu opened her eyes.
Sigh.
She felt like she was in a silent staring contest with Lu Xing, waiting to see who would cave first.
Wen Lingxiu slowly shifted toward him, closing the gap until she finally held him firmly in her arms.
She didn't think Lu Xing was heartless.
The "three seconds" he had borrowed from her that night, and every careful, hesitant movement he made afterwards, felt like a slow, deliberate strike against her heart.
(TL: This is a callback to Chapter 103, where Lu Xing allowed himself to genuinely relax in her embrace for only three seconds before his professional detachment took over. She is feeling his brief moment of genuine emotion followed by his perfect, professional actions as a form of prolonged, agonizing emotional torture.)
'Sleep, Lu Xing.'
To be able to provide you with even a single moment of security is my greatest fortune.
(LTCDigital: So many TL notes this chapter... Sorry about that.)
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