Chapter 111

Although he had a vague feeling that Xingxing's family was very rich, Ling Yin actually didn't understand where his money came from. Logically speaking, his annual salary of tens of millions was only this year. His parents had never really raised him, and they didn't even know him. He only had a grandmother who was not related to him by blood.

"You don't seem to have any idea of ​​the amount of money." Ling Yin looked at the astonishing strings of numbers on his phone.

"It's not just the amount. If I hadn't been around friends who were different from me since I was a kid, I might not have had any idea about money itself." Qu Xing said, "You want to ask where my money comes from, right, brother?"

When Ling Yin heard him say that he had no concept of money, she felt like she was marrying into a wealthy family. "I'm a little curious."

Qu Xing shook his head: "I don't know either. When I was little, I thought money was like air, you just have to breathe it."

Ling Yin laughed: "You'll get beaten if you say that outside."

Qu Xing smiled and said, "But I'm no different from you guys normally."

Ling Yin: “Yeah.”

This celebrity cooks his own meals, has no driver or servants, and skateboards around every day, not even owning a car. He doesn't have any special hobbies that cost him money, and his house is a bit large. Except for occasional occasions, his daily expenses are at best slightly above the well-off, or at most petty bourgeoisie. Compared to his potentially staggering wealth, he's truly very modest and ordinary.

But this particular moment...

Ling Yin watched him click on a crimson sweater worth a hundred thousand yuan, which looked quite ordinary in the picture. "...It's not that ordinary."

"This one doesn't look good." Qu Xing left and started to pick again, saying, "Then I realized I might have some inexplicable source of funds, not like others, where I earned them myself or received them from my parents. So I asked my grandma about it, but she lied to me and told me it was calculated based on the global favorability ranking, and the higher the ranking, the more money I got."

Ling Yin burst into laughter.

"If I was 5, I might have believed it, but I was already 13 at that time." Qu Xing also laughed: "How could I believe it? She just didn't want to tell me. So I went to check it myself."

Ling Yin: "You're already researching these things on your own at 13?"

"Well, I haven't figured it out yet," Qu Xing said. "Some of it is a trust fund, but I don't know which of the three 'relatives' it belongs to. Another part is growing particularly fast and is managed by a team - I don't know what they do either."

Ling Yin: "You didn't ask?"

Qu Xing shook his head. "I got used to these things when I was little, and I didn't care about them anymore when I grew up. There was this guy, from that team. He'd come to see my grandma occasionally, chat with her for a while, and then leave. At first, I treated him as a friend and ran over to talk to him, but he was so cold, so I gradually started to think of him as a robot that just kept showing up."

Ling Yin chuckled. A child that old treating an adult who came to their house as a friend, and even taking the initiative to go over and talk, was incredibly adorable.

Qu Xing: "When he got older, he would occasionally come to me with documents for me to sign. I guess they managed those assets to make money, using them for investment and mergers and acquisitions, and anyway, the money kept growing."

Ling Yin could tell from what he heard that his assets must be quite astonishing indeed.

"What should I do if I get cheated?" Ling Yin asked.

"No way." Qu Xing said in confusion, "What will happen if I get scammed?"

Ling Yin: "I've inexplicably saddled you with a huge debt, and I'm leaving you to pay it off alone."

Qu Xing's eyes widened in fear for a moment, then he relaxed as he realized something. "No, it won't happen."

Ling Yin was worried: "Really?"

"Really? Don't worry, brother." Qu Xing said, "They can only manage the investment money. They can't mortgage it or give it away."

Ling Yin: “Oh.”

"There's another part, also a trust fund," Qu Xing said, "but the channel through which it's remitted is very strange. They claim it's copyright income."

Ling Yin: "Copyright?"

"It's also possible that I checked it wrong or remembered it wrong." Qu Xing moved his head slightly on his shoulder and continued to look at the clothes: "I only checked it once when I was a child. If I check it now, I might know."

"But I don't want to know now." Qu Xing said.

Ling Yin: “Yeah.”

"Anyway, most of the money was spent by me." Qu Xing said again.

Ling Yin was stunned: "What are you going to throw out?"

"I donated it," Qu Xing said. "It was sent all over the world, both domestically and internationally. Probably more in China."

“…”

It was truly an astonishing feat. With so much money being spent, who knew how many schools and roads would be built, or even if most of it were snatched away by someone else, becoming part of the assets of someone already richer than Xingxing. But Xingxing probably didn't care about that. Regardless of his wealth, he was focused on his own life. Money was truly like air to him: he took only what he needed, never more, and never hoarded it for himself.

How can there be such people in the world?

How could a person who has lived in human society for so many years become so pure?

Ling Yin was stunned for a few seconds before he couldn't help but laugh. He buried his head in his daughter Xingxing for a while, breathing softly: "Xingxing, then you can't support me."

Qu Xing also smiled and said firmly: "I can raise you, and I will raise you until you are plump and white."

"It's better not to be fat," Ling Yin leaned back and rubbed Qu Xing's belly: "After all, you are a person who only cares about appearance..."

Qu Xing smiled and turned to stare at him.

"Cute ghost." Ling Yin said.

Qu Xing smiled without saying anything, leaned over and kissed him, then slowly nestled back into his arms.

As if the words he had just spoken had exhausted all his energy, he remained silent for a long time. He lowered his eyes, staring somewhere for a moment, then quietly closed them.

Ling Yin felt that Xingxing must be feeling very uncomfortable right now.

He didn't know what mysterious emotions were stirring within his mind, causing the once lively Xingxing to become so quiet. He looked like a completely different person, as if all his energy had been drained away. His hand resting lightly on his side seemed weightless. Although he could sense his weight while lying there, Ling Yin still felt as if he was so light that he seemed to be dissolving.

Ling Yin leaned his head against his hair. The breath of the stars was insignificant in this bright, clear space, and he concentrated on it for a moment. Inexplicably, he felt a little scared and wanted to touch his face. When he raised his hand, he accidentally touched a small, hard object on the edge of the sofa.

Ling Yin picked it up.

Car keys?

Doesn’t his Xingxing still not know how to drive?

Qu Xing seemed to have heard a noise, and when he opened his eyes and saw the key in Ling Yin's hand, he remembered: "Oh, yes, this is a championship gift for you."

?

Ling Yin: "Isn't it a cake?"

Qu Xing was too lazy to speak, and just snorted softly, as if to say, how could I possibly take a cake as a gift?

He closed his eyes again and clung to him in a different position, nuzzling his head against his chest. "Will you accompany me to the base to get the skateboard later?"

He was too casual in giving gifts, and it was obvious that he would forget about them after giving them away. Ling Yin didn't need to take it too seriously, as they were sharing the gift anyway.

"Okay." Ling Yin put down the car keys and hugged him again. After a moment, he remembered: "When did we return the skateboard to the base?"

Qu Xing opened his eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"You're not..." Ling Yin wanted to say that Yue Peng said that he went out on a skateboard that day, and he didn't come back to the base. After thinking about it, he thought that Yue Peng might have said that on purpose because he felt guilty.

"What?" Qu Xing looked up and asked again.

Ling Yin: "It's okay."

He rubbed the person in his arms distressedly and said, "I'll go get it with you."

The two of them stayed in bed for a while, and when Qu Xing was almost rested and had dinner at home, Ling Yin drove back to the base with him.

Le Anyi was walking around the restaurant looking for something to eat when he saw a handsome young man in red clothes coming over. His eyes lit up and he shouted, "Xingxing!!"

The young man in red looked up at him, waved casually, and turned back to look for something.

Le Anyi ran over, "Wow, you're wearing red... cough!... cough..."

Le Anyi saw the messy marks on his body and then looked at their team leader.

Um.

Very clean.

It turns out that they are mutual...

Then he felt relieved.

"What are you looking for, the stars?" Le Anyi turned his head blankly along with him.

"My skateboard." Qu Xing said.

"Skateboard?" Le Anyi recalled: "I don't think I saw your skateboard when I came back yesterday. Where did you put it?"

"If you're hungry, you can't ask the chef to cook... Hey? Ling Yin, you're back. Your coach Hui said he'd have a small meeting in the evening and asked you to come." Zhou Si walked closer and wanted to rub Qu Xing, but he saw his mark and froze for a moment, withdrawing his hand rather embarrassedly.

"Ahem...what's wrong? What are you looking for?" Zhou Si asked.

Le Anyi replied: "His skateboard, where have you seen it, Fourth Master?"

Zhou Si: "No... Didn't that Yue guy say you slipped away when you left the house?"

"He lied." Le Anyi said, "He felt guilty and didn't dare to say that he was the one who drove people away, so he made up a lie and said that Xingxing went out to play on his own."

"Fuck, what the hell is that?" Zhou Si cursed, and then shouted loudly: "Everyone at the base, please help me find the skateboard! Find it for us Xingxing!"

Ling Yin frowned and touched the side of Qu Xing's face, "What's wrong?"

Qu Xing stood there motionless, his large eyes fixed on the base's gate, a dazed expression on his face. Then, almost panicking, he raised his hand and grabbed Ling Yin, "Brother..."

Ling Yin looked at him: "Yes."

He said anxiously: "Skateboard... Skateboard, help me find it."

His voice was trembling, his eyes full of fear. Several people were startled, and Zhou Si quickly comforted them: "It's okay, it's okay. I'll find it for you. It won't be lost at the base. I'll call the base and ask them to come look for it."

Ling Yin felt something was wrong. He had lost his skateboard once before, but he didn’t care so much about it.

He gently embraced the person. The entire base had already begun to search through boxes and cabinets. Le Anyi, such a large man, was running around everywhere, flipping over sofas and cabinets, making a lot of noise. Qu Xing was getting more and more frightened, and he almost fell down.

"Xingxing?!" Ling Yin hurriedly supported the person, "What happened? What happened to the skateboard?"

At that moment, Peng An ran out of the kitchen, looked at Zhou Si and then at Qu Xing, and asked, "What's wrong? Why is he suddenly looking for his skateboard? He didn't bring it back after he went out that day."

Qu Xing suddenly gasped and could no longer stand.

"Xingxing!" Ling Yin wanted to pick him up and sit him down.

Qu Xing was incredibly strong, holding onto him tightly and looking at him fearfully: "What should I do? What should I do?"

He slid his skateboard out, and it was gone. The skateboard was really gone, so everything that happened that day was real, so… so…

"It's okay, it's okay." Ling Yin didn't understand what was going on and was in a state of confusion, but he still hurriedly reached out to grab Qu Xing's right hand: "Hand, baby, be careful, don't use so much force. What's wrong with the skateboard? Tell me."

Zhou Si also squatted down: "It's okay, tell me, we are all here."

"The skateboard is lost," Qu Xing clutched Ling Yin in despair, "It fell... into the lake..."

Ling Yin: "Falling into the lake? How could you fall into the lake? Did you go to the lake?"

Zhou Si stood up with a frown on his face and said to Peng An, "First, tell everyone that there's no need to look for it."

"What should I do?" Qu Xing trembled all over: "Cun Ziying... Is Cun Ziying dead?"