He looks quite similar to the person in front of me, but we don't feel like we're even remotely related.
Xiang Dahai was hacked to death a few days ago. I heard that his wife also ran away. He didn't seem to care about his son.
"Oh, Xiangyang," Qin Gang said, showing some patience since Xiangyang was the son of one of his brothers. "What brings you here?"
Xiangyang: "My mom told me to come find you."
Upon hearing this, Qin Gang chuckled and lay down on the tattered sofa in the room. Just as he was about to say something, he caught sight of the food on the table.
Steaming hot, served on a plate, it looks like it was made at home.
He hasn't cooked in this house for several years.
[Ding! Qin Gang's Antisocial Personality Index: 99.8%!]
Xiao Guai was shocked. "Xiangyang, what happened?!"
Xiang Yang ignored the system and quickly set out the chopsticks, saying, "Uncle Qin, let's eat first."
Qin Gang looked at the chopsticks Xiang Yang handed him and thought, "Why not eat it? I'll just kick him out after I'm done."
When Xiangyang saw him take the chopsticks, he immediately beamed with joy.
How can someone who lives alone all year round resist a hot meal cooked at home?
Qin Gang stared at the young man for a long time before finally looking away from his face, his gaze sharp as a blade, scrutinizing his upper body inch by inch.
Xiangyang noticed that he was being stared at, and that the look in his eyes was completely undisguised. Feeling uncomfortable, he asked, "Uncle Qin, what are you looking at?"
Qin Gang looked at him meaningfully and raised his thick eyebrows.
Xiang Yang's lips twitched.
What, are you laughing at yourself?
He looked back towards the sun.
Qin Gang was only wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, his body bulging with muscles, but not too exaggeratedly, exuding a powerful aura.
In front of Qin Gang, Xiang Yang rubbed his thin arms and said shyly, "How can I compare to Uncle Qin? Uncle Qin, look at your muscles! Wow! So sexy!"
The food Qin Gang was holding fell back onto the plate.
That brat!
Xiangyang continued, "As for me, this is called following in my father's footsteps. From now on, I'll be working for you, Uncle Qin."
Qin Gang didn't react much after hearing this.
“But my mom cancelled the lease,” Xiangyang said, looking distressed. “I have nowhere to live…”
After Qin Gang finished eating and put down his chopsticks, just as he was about to send him away, Xiang Yang picked up his bowl and chopsticks and said, "Uncle Qin, you go to sleep first, I'll go wash the dishes!"
Seeing how diligent he was, Qin Gang let him have his way. He took a shower in a few minutes and went to bed.
Seeing that the room was quite clean, and the wine bottles and crumpled tissues on the floor had been cleaned up, he merely raised an eyebrow.
Xiangyang washed the bowls and chopsticks and set them out.
Xiao Guai: "Host, how do you plan to convince him to let you stay?"
"?" Xiang Yang wiped his hands clean. "Haven't I already settled in?"
Xiao Guai: "...So what are you going to do now?"
Xiangyang: "Then of course we should take a shower and go to bed."
Xiao Guai wanted to say something more, but in the end, all she could say turned into a long string of ellipses.
Qin Gang was annoyed when he heard that Xiang Yang was using his shower room, but he tolerated it. It's normal for someone who washes dishes and cooks to take a shower.
But after a while, the sound of wet footsteps came toward him.
Qin Gang grew impatient. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Xiang Yang, with his back to him, lying on his bed and falling asleep.
Qin Gang could smell the faint, exceptionally clean and refreshing scent emanating from the young man.
Qin Gang looked at him, squinted, frowned, and was somewhat amused by his anger.
He should have kicked the man down, but who knew that at the last moment Qin Gang's eyes darkened, and he raised his big hand, slapping Xiang Yang hard on the back with a "smack."
Xiangyang, who was just about to fall asleep, was so frightened that her soul almost left her body. She quickly covered her back and felt a burning sensation.
He turned his head, his moist and sleepy eyes looking innocently at Qin Gang, blinking twice blankly as if he didn't know what had happened.
Qin Gang's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't even describe the feeling, but he didn't care and ignored it, revealing a creepy, half-smiling expression. "Kid, who told you to get into my bed?"
Xiangyang: "...Then I'll sleep on the floor?"
Qin Gang was amused and annoyed. Was this kid pretending not to understand human language?
Xiangyang, whose self-esteem had been trampled on, still tried to maintain a cheerful demeanor, rubbing his backside and saying, "Well, okay then, I'll sleep on the floor."
Qin Gang watched as he moved his leg off the bed, his back to him. After a long while, he turned his head and asked hesitantly but ingratiatingly, "Uncle Qin, what... what do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
[Ding! Qin Gang's Antisocial Personality Index: 99.0%!]
Xiangyang thought to himself, "She must have taken pity on me."
Without waiting for him to figure it out, Xiangyang quickly put on her shoes, looking as if afraid he would kick her out at the next word, and said, "I'll go sleep in the living room!"
Qin Gang was annoyed by the little thing and decided to give up and go to sleep.
When Qin Gang got up early in the morning, he saw steamed buns, fried dough sticks and soy milk on the table.
There was a note on the table that read, "I'm going to school. I'll finish evening self-study at nine o'clock." The last sentence was written in a stilted and awkward handwriting.
"Uncle Qin, don't lock the door. I'll cook for you when I get back."
Qin Gang narrowed his eyes as he looked at the note, grabbed a steamed bun from the table and started eating. As he ate, he rummaged through drawers and cabinets, looking for the lock that he had somehow lost.
When he left, Qin Gang locked the door to his house, a door he hadn't locked in years.
The original owner was never very noticeable in class. Xiang Yang barely spoke a few words to anyone all day, and no one found it strange.
Only one of the original owner's classmates, a kid named Cao Yuan, looked at him suspiciously and said, "You look great today!"
Xiangyang slung his packed schoolbag over his shoulder with a flourish, and as he walked away, he yawned and said, "Your face is radiant with spring sunshine too."
Cao Yuan's lips twitched as he looked at Xiang Yang's retreating figure, feeling like he'd seen a ghost.
Is this still that gloomy kid who stutters and blushes whenever he speaks to someone?
Xiangyang hummed a song as he returned to Qin Gang's house, and immediately noticed the lock on the door.
Xiao Guai: "Xiangyang, it seems like you're being disliked."
“What do you know?” Xiang Yang tugged at the rusty lock. “This is called ‘fun’.”
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