CHAPTER 475: CHAPTER 475: SMASHING SOMEONE AND NOT TAKING RESPONSIBILITY

Qin Xiangnuan grabbed another boiled egg and started eating, her mouth never idle.

"Look at her eating like this; does she seem like someone who has problems?" Jian Zhiqing weighed the egg in his hand, fearing it wouldn’t be spared either. Qin Xiangnuan’s eyes went wide, as if she choked, and Jian Zhiqing reluctantly went to get her some water, while Qin Xiangnuan shook her head at Qin Xiangyang, patting her chest.

It meant she was fine, and only then did Qin Xiangyang breathe a sigh of relief.

However, he saw Qin Xiangnuan picking up the egg Jian Zhiqing just put down, and she was taking out the yolk. He wanted to speak up to stop her, but it was too late. Qin Xiangnuan had already peeled off the outer layer of egg white and eaten the yolk. When Jian Zhiqing came back, Qin Xiangnuan looked at him innocently with wide eyes, while the trash can, apart from the egg whites, contained several boiled eggs, now all in Qin Xiangnuan’s stomach.

She really drank it.

Jian Zhiqing had no choice but felt that the swelling on his face had gone down a bit and would probably be better by tomorrow. Eat if you want to eat; no need for eggs anymore.

Qin Xiangyang leaned against the doorframe, finding himself unable to deal with his sister’s gluttony. On normal days, such a clever girl, but facing food, she’s like a three-year-old, it’s quite a laugh and cry situation.

"I’ll ask Grandma to come over later, to stew more red date chicken soup for you to replenish your blood."

"It doesn’t taste good," Qin Xiangnuan complained. She never really liked chicken, let alone eating it every day. How disgusting would that be?

"There’s no negotiation," Jian Zhiqing put Qin Xiangnuan back in her place with one remark. "This red date chicken soup is a must-eat." Qin Xiangnuan touched her swollen ’pig head’ face. "Let’s wait until my face goes down. Let’s not let Grandma know about this, or she’ll worry again."

"Don’t worry, we know."

Jian Zhiqing tucked her hair behind her ear, and now it looked better, swelling her face to look plumper. Of course, no one laughed at her, but at the same time, they all shared an unspeakable heaviness and oppression. The Song Family probably couldn’t tolerate Qin Xiangmei anymore, and as for the consequences, those were for her to bear.

It’s feared that in the Song Family’s eyes, Qin Xiangmei was already a madwoman.

Qin Xiangnuan was still tired, and she had already gone to sleep early. Jian Zhiqing tucked her in, and could not fathom how two people with the same father could be so different; they were poles apart. Luckily, the one he liked was the little girl. If it were Qin Xiangmei, he felt as if he would be the one with a hole smashed in his head.

Are all people from the Qin Family fond of smashing holes in others’ faces?

"I’m going to look for Qin Xiangmei," sighed Qin Xiangyang, feeling all kinds of annoyance as he grabbed his hair. Regardless, bearing the Qin name, he had to find that woman, and if she was still at the Song Family’s house, it would be best for her to kneel before the Song family people now and admit her wrongs.

Jian Zhiqing didn’t really want to bring up Qin Xiangmei’s name. Not to mention past events, this time, with all the trouble caused, in the end, it would probably be them who Qin Guohua would be looking for. It was really annoying.

Qin Xiangyang didn’t want to deal with these things, but in the end, he still went looking for that somewhat blood-related sister.

Qin Xiangyang had spent quite a while searching before he finally arrived at another house owned by the Song family. This was where Qin Xiangmei and Song Wang usually lived. Out of sight, out of mind—that was why Mrs. Song let them live on their own. However, Song Wang didn’t like the food Qin Xiangmei cooked and wasn’t accustomed to it. Most of the time, he still stayed with his parents, so this place was rarely occupied.

When asking the outside doorman, he was told that Qin Xiangnuan had already returned home. Wearing his military uniform, the doorman had even mistaken him for a policeman.

Qin Xiangyang inquired about the location of the room and went straight upstairs. The security here was well managed. The Song family was not short of money, naturally, they could afford a nice house—it was about comparable to his. Qin Xiangyang cursed Qin Xiangmei again, thinking she was really causing trouble. The good days were not enjoyed, but instead, she had to stir up all these problems. Now, he wanted to see how Qin Xiangmei would handle this situation.

He rang the doorbell, but no one opened the door. However, he knew she was there because he could hear footsteps inside.

He pressed the doorbell once more, and there was still no answer.

"Qin Xiangmei, open the door," he banged on the door. "I know you’re in there. Open the door. If you don’t, don’t expect me to take care of your problems ever again."

Qin Xiangyang stood outside for a long time. Just as he could not bear it any longer and was about to turn away, the door finally opened.

Qin Xiangmei stood trembling inside. She was fine, had changed her clothes, taken a bath, and even put on makeup; she actually had the leisure to tend to these matters. She had time to dress up, but she didn’t think to visit the hospital to check on her own husband to see whether he was dead or alive.

"Qin Xiangmei, do you even have a heart?"

As Qin Xiangyang said these words, although he felt no sibling affection for this sister, he was still frustrated with her in a way that one is exasperated with someone failing to meet their expectations.

Qin Xiangmei was startled, perhaps about to say something, but then she seemed to remember something and her face turned even paler. She had put on too much white powder, and now with her complexion changing, she really looked no different from a ghoul.

In Qin Xiangyang’s mind,

Qin Xiangmei was indeed a man-eater who didn’t leave behind even bones, and of course, foolishly hateful.

Qin Xiangyang hugged his chest, his fingers clenched tightly, making cracking sounds. He was truly afraid that if he could not restrain himself, he would end up beating Qin Xiangmei just like one of those unruly students who had airs about them. However, who would make a move on Qin Xiangmei, a woman? Moreover, he was too lazy to do so.

But it was for that slight blood relation, to give her a reminder.

"What are you doing here?" Qin Xiangmei’s face fell, and upon seeing Qin Xiangyang, she was reminded of Qin Xiangnuan. Neither of these two siblings was good for anything.

"What am I doing here?" Qin Xiangyang really wanted to crack open Qin Xiangmei’s head to see what was inside—straw or perhaps a fish she raised? How can she still be so calm and indifferent? Her husband, whom she had injured, was still in the hospital, and here she was, in the mood for makeup and changing clothes, staying here without caring about anything. Why should others clean up the mess she had left behind? His sister’s face was still swollen, having given so much blood to Song Wang, and it was uncertain when she’d recover. Song Wang was in the hospital, with elderly parents by his side, while her, the culprit, the root cause of disaster, seemed unconcerned and oblivious.

Fortunately, they were only related by some blood. If his Nuannuan were like this, he would beat her to death.