Chapter 5: Born by parents but not raised by them
Qiu Tingxu spread his hands and said, "Well, there's nothing I can do. I don't have any upbringing. After all, I was born by my parents but not raised by them."
He raised his phone and shook it, "Mr. Qiu, I have recorded this conversation. I advise you to leave quickly if you have nothing else to do and don't disturb me from recuperating."
Qiu Changming suddenly stood up. He had clearly come here to scold others, but now he was the one being scolded.
I felt angry and a little guilty.
Although he is the head of the Qiu family, he is just a figurehead. The one who is actually in charge is Old Man Qiu, the mayor of Nan'an City.
He couldn't let the older generation know that he had come here today to torture the eldest grandson of the Qiu family, so he had to wait until he cut his wrists. If they knew about it, he would be in big trouble.
"Although you have the right to inherit, if you don't have real ability and only have bad intentions, you still can't inherit the Qiu family. I advise you to take care of yourself!"
After Qiu Changming made these harsh remarks, he left with a green face. He came here in a very high position but did not gain any advantage and was even threatened. He looked very unhappy.
Qiu Tingxu was behind him, listening to him cursing in his heart, so he raised his middle finger and hissed, "Bah, you big idiot!"
I don’t know if Qiu Changming heard it. After all, he had his back to him and was too lazy to turn around.
Anyway, I didn't hear anything new in his thoughts.
He was a little tired and kept arguing with people.
I have to ask a nutritionist to adjust my diet first. I feel a little weak after all the output.
Not many people knew that the original owner had cut her wrists, only a few policemen, doctors, nurses, and the original owner's parents.
He didn't plan to make it public. After all, it was not a good thing and there was no need to make the elderly worry.
As for suppressing the news, if his parents were not completely crazy, they would have taken the initiative to arrange it.
He contacted a nutritionist and had the food delivered to his home immediately. Although he also ate patient meals in the hospital, he had to eat more actively in order to recover his strength quickly.
The doctor also prescribed him a lot of blood-replenishing medicine. Tsk, it looks disgusting, but he had to drink it.
He opened the medicine bag thrown aside, took out a blood tonic, inserted the tube with one hand, and drank it.
It's astringent and sweet, with a strong flavor of traditional Chinese medicine.
Phew, it really tastes terrible.
He climbed up to the smallest room on the second floor with his long legs. Although it was the smallest room, Qiu Tingxu thought it was about 50 square meters.
It’s probably more than that if the bathroom is included, but it is indeed the smallest room on the second floor.
It was already late, with only the sunset glow hanging in the sky, emitting warm orange-red afterglow, like a passionate and positive oil painting.
However, Qiu Tingxu could not see that the floor-length curtain was closed, blocking the view outside.
The lights were still on and the scene was intact, only the fruit knife had been taken away.
He remembered that the original owner had given the housekeeper a day off before cutting his wrists, so no one noticed the...bloody scene here.
So he looked at the pool of red blood on the bed in despair, "Oh my god, I don't want to rearrange these things with one hand."
"Why don't we call Aunt Li over? Will she believe me if I say it was a nosebleed?"
"Believe it, I don't even believe it myself..."
"How about telling her that I have my period? Hahaha! I am such a genius!"
"But I'm so manly, I look like a man at first glance, this excuse doesn't work."
"Well! There's no need to explain the reason clearly, right? Just let Aunt Li use her imagination."
"Gossip comes from imagination. I have to provide some simple material for bored people."
"Well, it's happily decided!"
While talking to himself, he pulled open the door curtain, letting the gentle evening into the room.
He thought it was a curtain before, but after integrating his memory, he realized that there was a glass wall behind it.
There are two glass doors. When opened, there is a balcony outside. Lying on it, you can just see the garden on the first floor with various flowers competing for beauty.
He took a look and turned back into the room, looking at the white all over the room. Even the paintings on the wall were white roses, with only a few leaves and thorny branches with a little green.
There was no other furniture in the room except a bed and a white wardrobe.
Even the bathroom itself is all white.
"My goodness, will I get snow blindness if I stay in this room for too long?"
"Fortunately there is a garden downstairs, otherwise it would be really visually tiring."
"No, I have to change rooms. This room is too shabby."
After visiting the rooms, Qiu Tingxu returned to the balcony, looked at the sky full of rosy clouds and the rising moon, and took a deep breath.
He placed his right hand on his left heart, feeling the rhythmic vibration inside, and whispered: "Since you gave me a chance, I will live well again."
"I will accept all your reluctance and hopes."
"But forget about craving for love from your parents. They don't seem to be a good match for you. To make it up to you, I will try my best to find a soul mate!"
In fact, the existence of the original owner cannot be felt at all, it is just the memories and residual emotions that are at work.
Qiu Tingxu felt that he should say something or do something to give an explanation to the original owner.
Otherwise he would feel uneasy and unwilling to bear it.
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After a peaceful night, he was awakened in the morning by a vague pain and itching in his wrist.
I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. It was not the ceiling of the dormitory that you could see the edges of at a glance, nor was it the yellow and leaking ceiling of the rental house.
But it was a pure white ceiling with a crystal chandelier hanging on it.
Qiu Tingxu blinked slowly, feeling the dense synesthesia in his wrist awakening along with him, and finally felt that he was still alive.
He had never been a rich second-generation, nor had he lived in such a nice house, so he could not adapt to this world quickly.
Fortunately, he has the memories of the original owner. Although they are very thin, they are better than nothing.
He took a breath. It was early autumn morning and the air was slightly cool. His chest felt chilled when he breathed it in.
Finally I am completely awake.
A driver was arranged last night to pick him up today. This was the first time that Qiu Tingxu clearly felt the power of money.
I went to the hospital to change the medicine first, and then went to school slowly.
It’s the first day of college, and you just need to report, so there’s no need to rush.
He didn't plan to live in the dormitory because he was afraid it would be too noisy and he might die suddenly from lack of sleep.
Although the suburbs are far away, they are quiet. It just takes several hours to drive back and forth, which is not very convenient.
The most urgent task is to find a way to block mind reading, otherwise learning this will be like going through a tribulation.
When standing at the school gate, Qiu Tingxu looked up at the majestic characters on the gate and was speechless.
The university is a top-tier one and is considered one of the best in the country, which is great.
The bad thing is that the original owner chose philosophy as his major.
Qiu Tingxu originally studied science and engineering, which cannot be said to be unrelated to philosophy, but it can only be said to be completely unrelated.
Philosophy is a subject that sounds like stream of consciousness...
Qiu Tingxu said that he was a good boy.
People come and go at the school gate. Most of those who come are students and parents, and most of those who leave are just parents.
Qiu Tingxu was staring at the back of a beautiful woman in front of him who was taller than him. She had a slender figure and medium-length black hair that was straight and flowing, and softly rested on her back.
He was dressed in a more neutral style, wearing overalls and a sweatshirt, and was alone.
This back view is beautiful and handsome, very unique, but a little too tall, taller than him.
Qiu Tingxu pondered over it, but didn't think much about it. He curled his lips and looked away.
He was also wearing a sweatshirt with sleeves long enough to put his hands inside to avoid arousing other people's curiosity about his wrists.
It's hard to explain.
Well, we are used to being independent. No matter if there are one or two of us, we have to go to school by ourselves.
What does it matter if they are parents or not? If they are, that’s better. If not, that’s fine.
He stepped into the school gate and blended into the hustle and bustle around him.
I went to the class assistant to get my student ID and student card, and then started wandering around the school to familiarize myself with the campus environment.
When it was time for lunch at noon, he went to the bishop's toilet on the first floor to relieve himself.
As soon as I entered the bathroom, I saw a very familiar figure.
Tall, long straight black hair, work sweatshirt.
Qiu Tingxu:?
He stepped back to the door and looked at the sign carefully. Yes, it was the men's restroom.
So why is this beautiful woman with her back to her face in the men's restroom? !
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