Never Meeting Again In Our Next Life (Living Life Over) - Volume 2 (66)
Chapter 66 Seven Inches
Xia Lin didn’t know what was going on outside, and was about to get up to look, but Xia Liang held his shoulders: “I’m afraid the other party is coming for me, so I’d better take the initiative.”
Xia Liang opened the door and went out, and happened to meet Ying Mohua’s eyes in the living room downstairs. Ying Mohua curled her lips at him: “Xia Liang, it seems that your assistant does not welcome me very much.”
Zhou Shuo pursed his lips. Although his expression was calm, seeing that Xia Liang had already come forward, he could not say anything more.
Xia Liang stood by the handrail on the second floor and looked at him condescendingly. His face was indifferent and showed no emotion or anger: “I wonder why Mr. Ying came to visit late at night?”
Ying Mohua said with a smile: “Ah Liang, we haven’t seen each other for only a few days, why are you out like this? I heard that Mrs. Xia passed away. I was afraid that you would be too sad, so I came here to express my condolences.”
As soon as he said this, everyone turned their attention to Xia Liang in surprise.
Zhou Shuo’s chest rose and fell for a moment, but he managed not to have an attack.
In fact, the night he returned to Zero Realm, he saw Ying Mohua sending Xia Liang back in the dark. It was impossible to say that he had no grudges in his heart at that time. But he chose to believe Xia Liang and said nothing about the matter.
But at this moment, Ying Mo Huashang rushed to make him uncomfortable, which was simply challenging his bottom line as an Alpha. If this kind of thing happened to the ABO tribe, it would not be a crime to draw a gun and fight for their lives on the spot.
At this time, Xia Liang was also a little annoyed.
During the wake for the deceased, even Zhou Shuo, who had been close to him and even had the same flesh and blood, did not dare to show the slightest intimacy with him in the Xia family’s old house. This was a good thing for Ying Mo Hua. Not only did he break in late at night When he entered the old house, he violated his taboo as soon as he opened his mouth. If he wanted to express his sincere condolences, Xia Liang would not believe it even to death.
What’s more, he had already spoken very clearly to Ying Mohua that night, and he believed that Ying Mohua’s intelligence would not fail to understand him. Now Ying Mohua still wants to pretend to be ambiguous with him in front of everyone, making others, especially his family, mistakenly think that there is some unclear relationship between them. His intention is too sinister.
”Mr. Ying is interested,” Xia Liang suppressed the anger in his heart and nodded in greeting, “But the memorial service has ended, and it is now the wake period for the direct descendants. In order not to disturb the purity of the deceased, Mr. Ying please stop at the mourning hall.”
Mr. Ying narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him: “Xia Liang, do you have to talk to me like this?”
Xia Liang met his gaze without hesitation and did not give any response.
Over the years, he had been keeping his agreement with Zhou Shuo while dealing with Ying Mohua, and he was already a little exhausted. Now Zhou Shuo is back with Xia Xia.
He had finally settled down after four years of hanging around, and finally made an important decision. He no longer wanted to continue to compromise with Ying Mohua.
Just as the two sides fell into a silent confrontation, the door of the small bedroom on the second floor opened a crack, and Xia Xia, who was sleeping in a daze, said incoherently: “Dad, I’m thirsty.”
The expression on Xia Liang’s face softened instantly. He walked over and picked her up and said, “Dad, take you to drink water.”
When Ying Mohua saw Xia Liang carrying an unknown girl downstairs and entering the restaurant as if there was no one else around, his face looked strange for a moment and he said in disbelief: “Xia Liang, this child… is yours?”
”Yes.” Xia Liang answered calmly.
”Is he your biological child?”
”Don’t you look like me?” Xia Liang asked.
Ying Mohua’s face finally darkened: “When did you get married and when did you have the child? Why didn’t I know?”
”We haven’t had time to get married yet,” Xia Liang’s eyes lightly glanced at Zhou Shuo’s face, revealing a faint smile, “I’ll make up for it later when I have the opportunity. As for the children, when did I have them? I need to go through someone else’s decision. Agree? Will the General Conference be too lenient?”
When Zhou Shuo heard these words, he was stunned for a moment. Then he realized that Xia Liang was promising him a marriage contract in public. His heart suddenly surged, and his hostile expression when facing Ying Mohua was almost unbearable. Living.
Ying Mohua didn’t notice Zhou Shuo’s weird expression of whether to smile or not. He was still stuck in the huge shock that Xia Liang had a child, and asked relentlessly: “Who is the mother of the child?”
Xia Liang’s face turned cold: “Why, is Mr. Ying still planning to embarrass a weak woman?”
What Zhou Shuo wanted to do most at the moment, being labeled a “weak woman” for no reason, was to throw Ying Mohua out of the gate of the Xia family’s old house.
Ying Mohua was obviously irritated by Xia Liang’s repeated contemptuous attitude, and said with a sullen face: “Xia Liang, you should know that the Xia Group is nothing to me. If I want to cause some stumbling blocks for you, , it’s just a matter of words.”
As soon as he said this, everyone present could not stand to listen.
Xia Lin, who had just come out of the mourning hall, was about to speak, but Song Yan was the first to say: “Mr. Ying, one more enemy is worse than one more friend in the business world. I think you should understand this truth. Don’t say that the Song and Xia families are in-laws. Even if there is no such relationship, with the generations of friendship between our Song family and Xia family, I will never stand idly by.”
When Song Yan said this, he originally just wanted to reassure Xia Lin that there was no need to be angry about such things. Unexpectedly, Xia Liang continued what he said: “Song Yan, with your words, I feel relieved.”
”Huh?” Song Yan had a bad premonition.
Just listen to Xia Liang continue: “I was originally worried about what if I handed the company over to Xiaolin and there was no one to help him, but now that you have such an awareness, I have nothing to worry about.”
”What?” Song Yan and Xia Lin almost shouted at the same time.
Xia Lin ran down the stairs and said, “Brother, are you kidding me? Are you planning to hand over the company to me?”
”Yes,” Xia Liang’s face remained calm, “Actually, I wanted to tell you this before, but I was interrupted.”
“But I don’t have any experience in managing a company…
”Isn’t there Song Yan,” Xia Liang said, “I believe with Song Yan’s ability, even if you stay at home and do nothing, he can still take good care of it for you.”
Song Yan simply couldn’t laugh or cry: “Brother Liang, are you kidding me? The Xia family’s decades-long foundation, you just want to let it go? Do you have any other reasons or…”
”I plan to immigrate.” Xia Liang said, touching Xia Xia’s hair.
Xia Xia’s eyes lit up when she heard this. She put her hands around Xia Liang’s neck and gave him a hard kiss on the face.
Zhou Shuo had heard Xia Liang mention marriage before, and he had already had a hunch in his heart, but he was still not sure. Now when he heard his words, he felt excited beyond words, thinking what Xia Liang could do for him. To this extent, even if he was bruised and bruised, he would die without regrets.
The person in the worst mood at this time was Ying Mohua. He originally thought that Xia Shi was Xia Liang’s seven inches, and as long as he grasped this key point, Xia Liang would surrender to him like before.
But he never expected that Xia Liang would cut off this vital part from his body with his own hands.
Ying Mohua couldn’t get angry in front of everyone, so he managed to calm down his emotions and asked, “Where do you want to immigrate to?”
”It’s not going to the United States anyway.” Xia Liang glanced at him lightly.
Ying Mohua sneered: “Do you think I can’t do anything to you if you don’t go to the United States? Even if you go to the ends of the world, I can make you miserable for the rest of your life.”
Xia Liang no longer wanted to waste any more words with him: “Mr. Ying, please leave slowly without seeing him off.”
