"What else can I do?" Liangliang's light voice came in.
"Not going to sue me? Go ahead, I welcome it," Jian Zhiqing approached, wearing a cream-colored coat and black trousers, simple yet clean. The fitting cut perfectly accentuated his calm and elegant demeanor, free of any dust.
Qin Guohua's voice was forcibly swallowed.
Being in a high position, such people inherently possess an indescribable pressure. Qin Guohua was just a farmer who had never traveled far. Although he had been to the Capital City a few times, he remained a small-time farmer, unaccustomed to grand scenes and important figures.
And he was more than willing to admit, he was afraid of Jian Zhiqing, that inexplicable pressure made him unable to speak, let alone mention any conditions. He could only shout in front of Qin Xiangnuan but what could he shout at Jian Zhiqing?
Father-in-law? Old man?
Unfortunately, Qin Xiangnuan didn't acknowledge him, let alone Jian Zhiqing.
"Qin Xiangnuan!" Qin Guohua could only shout at Qin Xiangnuan. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel{f}ire.net
"Remember those points I've mentioned, transfer them to my name now, the family shop back home, arrange it immediately," his face trembled with anger, from actual fury or greed, five shops, earning thousands a month, never have to worry about food or drink for life, only a fool wouldn't be moved. Anyway, he had set his sights on those shops, and on half of the apartment Qin Xiangnuan bought.
As soon as Qin Xiangyang entered, he heard this and trembled with anger. Qin Guohua, shameless as ever, eyeing the several shops, which were gifts to him from his sister. Qin Guohua raised them, taught them, gave them money? No, they had supported themselves from childhood, abandoned their sister, not treating her illness, letting her die.
Now that they were living well, they wanted money and benefits from these two unloved children.
"Heh..." He laughed, his voice filled with irony, mockery, resentment.
Bits and pieces of cold, hard mockery.
He strode forward, still in military uniform, as a military school teacher revising his professional knowledge annually, naturally tall and straight, carrying the soldier's robust and handsome qualities. In contrast, Qin Pengfei was always hunched over, a failure from a poor university, Qin Pengfei was like dirt, how could they compare, gold to an iron lump?
"That shop is under my supervision, it fed the Qin family of four, it's not your money, why do I have to transfer the shop to you?"
Qin Guohua opened his mouth, his saliva spattering in the air.
"I know what you're going to say," Qin Xiangyang had had enough, especially at the sight of Qin Guohua's face, really feeling an urge to hit someone, barely restrained himself.
He couldn't be bothered to engage in pointless chatter with Qin Guohua, giving face to such a shameless person was like slapping his own face.
"Qin Xiangyang, I'll kill you."
Qin Guohua flung his shoe at Qin Xiangyang, who merely looked up, not even glancing as he kicked the shoe away, did they really think he was still the old Qin Chuyang, who slaved for the Qin family, eating and dressing poorly?
He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking loudly.
Qin Guohua was intimidated by Qin Xiangming's beast-like gaze.
Qin Xiangyang clapped his hands,
"The shop near the station, huh!" he scoffed coldly, "Forget about it, that shop is in my son's name, now you as a grandfather want your grandson's property, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed, jabbed in the spine? As for the internet cafe, don't even think about it, it's The Jians' property, you think you as a father-in-law can claim your son-in-law's property? He laughed again, his eyes devoid of any warmth, and as for that building, don't even think about it. It's all in the triplets' names, it belongs to the Jians, not the Qins, you can't get a dime from us, if you want money, wealth, go find Qin Xiangmei, she's your daughter."
Qin Guohua was about to retort but Qin Xiangyang interrupted him again.
"I know what you're going to say, you're my father. But sorry," he wrapped his arms around his chest, looking disdainfully at Qin Guohua's greedy face.
"Our household registration book doesn't have 'Qin Guohua' written on it, we've already severed ties, even written a contract, the Village Chief has signed it, sue then, go ahead, sue..." His voice grew colder and more mocking.
If you don't want Qin Xiangmei to be unable to lift her head in the Song Family, then go sue.
"And..." he pointed towards the door, "Get out now, or I'll throw you out."
Saying this, he already rolled up his sleeves, don't think he's joking, he means what he says.
A shallow Qin Guohua, a weakling like Qin Pengfei, two women, could he not beat them?
Yes, Qin Guohua is his father, though he doesn't want to acknowledge it, but that's the truth, sorry, but Qin Pengfei has no relation to him. He directly walked over to Qin Pengfei, who involuntarily shivered, hadn't reacted before he was picked up by Qin Xiangyang.
"Let go of my son!" Hu Li screamed, Qin Xiangyang shot a cold glance, and Hu Li was stunned there, mouth agape, forgetting to speak, Qin Xiangyang's lion-like gaze seemed about to bite, and Qin Pengfei's wife was scared too, her legs trembling, no longer caring about her husband, just saving her own life.
Qin Xiangyang threw Qin Pengfei out, clapped his hands, looking down on the fallen Qin Pengfei.
"Don't think too highly of yourself, what is your relation to us, what is your relation to our siblings, is there kinship, is there affection? There is enmity indeed, so stow your extraneous thoughts, if you don't, I don't mind helping you."
"There's no one in this world who is a soft persimmon for you to pinch, of course, I'm not either," he gripped his fingers again, the crackling sound made Qin Pengfei pale, "When necessary, I don't mind doing to your head what your father did, I mean what I say."
Hu Li was stunned for a long while, then reacted, screaming as she lunged at Qin Xiangyang, still yelling.
"Qin Xiangyang, I'm going all out with you."