Chapter 145: Sad Drama

Not long after, Shi Yang and Qin Zhuo returned to the Qin family and found that there was a new guest in the house.

The woman was sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing an intellectual and elegant long dress. Although she was over 40 years old, she was well maintained and looked only about 35 or 36 years old.

However, because she had not had enough rest for a long time, her face looked visibly haggard.

Her facial features are well-developed, and there is a sense of familiarity between her eyebrows and eyes.

Shi Yang guessed something and immediately turned to look at Qin Zhuo beside him.

As expected, Qin Zhuo's face had darkened and his expression became increasingly stern.

Shi Yang has already confirmed that the sudden visitor is Qin Qiu and Qin Yelan's biological mother, Song Zhiyue.

Looking closely, Qin Yelan's features are about 50% similar to Song Zhiyue's, but Qin Qi doesn't look that similar.

After seeing Qin Zhuo, Song Zhiyue immediately stood up, with a hint of nervousness and anxiety on her pretty face, and said in a gentle voice: "Xiao Zhuo..."

"What are you doing here?"

Qin Qi interrupted Song Zhiyue in a deep voice.

"I……"

"You two came back so early and didn't even wait for me."

Qin Yelan had an impromptu smile on his face, the car keys swung in his hand, and he walked over from behind while talking.

He squeezed himself in between the two of them, with one hand on Qin Zhen's shoulder and the other around Shi Yang's neck.

"Are you two doing this behind my back..."

Shi Yang weakly stretched out a finger and pointed to the opposite side.

Qin Yelan looked in the direction he pointed. After seeing Song Zhiyue, the smile on the corner of his lips froze slightly, but it widened in an instant.

"It turns out that mom is here. Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Song Zhiyue smiled reluctantly, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you in advance. It's Mom's fault."

"Xiaozhou, Xiaolong, let's sit down and talk."

Qin Qi calmed down and said to Shi Yang beside him in a normal tone: "You go up first."

Shi Yang's eyes swept over the mother and her two children, nodded, and walked upstairs.

As an outsider, he decided not to get involved in such matters.

After Shi Yang walked away, Qin Qi turned his gaze to Song Zhiyue, "If it's still about that matter, you can leave."

Qin Ye frowned, "Brother, this is so outrageous, don't say that."

"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Lun, we haven't seen each other for so many years." Song Zhiyue raised her hand to smooth the scattered hair on her temples, and a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"I came here today just to talk to you."

As she spoke, she walked forward, held her two sons' hands, and led them to sit on the sofa.

The atmosphere between the mother and her two children was not harmonious; they were like strangers.

Song Zhiyue began to ask them about their recent situation, how their studies were going, what they were doing recently, and whether the two brothers got along well.

Qin Qi pursed his lips expressionlessly and remained silent. Qin Yelan's attitude was quite good and he answered every question.

"I heard that the boy just now is the one you are engaged to?"

"He's going to choose between the two of you, right?"

"What era is this? How can we still arrange marriages? If you don't like it, just tell your uncle..."

Qin Yelan interrupted Song Zhiyue with a smile, "Mom, if you continue talking, my brother will be unhappy."

Song Zhiyue glanced at her eldest son who had an expressionless face. She didn't continue talking about the matter as she had just mentioned it casually.

"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Long, you two have never met your brother. Let me show you his photo."

Qin Yelan still had a smile on his face, "Okay."

Song Zhiyue took out her cell phone, opened the photo album, and showed the photos to the two brothers one by one.

While flipping through the pages, he also explained where the photos were taken and what his brother was doing.

The family of three is happy and harmonious.

But later on, all the photos were taken in the hospital. The mixed-race boy, who was once sunny and cheerful, was now lying on a hospital bed with a pale face, looking weak.

Qin Yelan was still smiling. Here it comes. This is Song Zhiyue’s real purpose.

"Look, my brother is still so young, but he has to endure the pain and has to undergo frequent dialysis."

Song Zhiyue's eyes became moist as she spoke. "If we can't find the source of the kidney, he will have to continue suffering like this, and he may even die."

"It's unknown how many years it will take to get a kidney from the hospital. You two are brothers, so there's a good chance that you'll be a successful match."

Faced with Song Zhiyue's sincere feelings, Qin Zhuo was not moved. The corners of his lips even twitched upwards slightly, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

"I only have one brother."

Qin Yelan looked at his brother with great emotion, "Mom, you remembered it wrong, I don't have a younger brother."

Facing the indifferent attitudes of her two sons, Song Zhiyue was very sad. She wiped her tears and choked up:

"I know you have resentment in your heart. It was Mom who was wrong. She left without saying goodbye and has not come back to see you for so many years."

"There is no mother in this world who doesn't love the child she carried for ten months. I just don't dare to come back and don't have the courage to face you..."

Qin Yelan chuckled, "Now you have the courage for your little son?"

Song Zhiyue had no way to refute this.

"I don't want to hurt you, but Perrin is really too sick, and his father and I are not a good match..."

"It's just to match the style, it may not be suitable."

"Besides..." Song Zhiyue was a little incoherent, "It's just a kidney transplant. You are still young, so the damage to your body won't be too serious."

Hearing these words, Qin Qi's face gradually darkened.

The smile on Qin Yelan's face also faded, "You say that so easily."

"I..." Song Zhiyue knew that what she said was inappropriate, but she didn't care about it anymore. "No matter what, he is your brother."

As she was talking, she suddenly stretched out her hands and tightly grasped Qin Zhuo's wrists. She looked at him expectantly, choked up, and pleaded with tears in her eyes:

"Xiaozhou, Mom knows that you have been obedient since you were young, so it doesn't matter if Xiaozhou is ignorant."

"You are the eldest brother. Just to repay my kindness in giving you birth, why don't you go and do a matching test?"

"Mom, please, Mom, I really beg you..."

Song Zhiyue held Qin Zhu's hand tightly, and Qin Zhu held her up to prevent her from falling to her knees on the floor.

Qin Zhuo's eyes were filled with mixed emotions. He exerted so much force that veins on the back of his hands were taut, but his tone became calmer: "You get up first."

"Xiao Zhou..."

At this moment, a clear and crisp voice came from far away, interrupting Song Zhiyue's words:

"What is going on? What kind of tragic drama is this?"