The old man was still angry and didn’t pay attention to the details of Xiang Yiqing’s words. He was very satisfied with his agreent, "Indeed..."
Nodding his head, he suddenly thought of sothing and looked at Xiang Yiqing saying, "But speaking of the whole family being doctors, that college classmate of yours who’s now in the sa office as you really suits you. In the future, when you manage the hospital, she can support you in your career."
Xiang Yiqing frowned, "Why are we on this again?"
Just when things had cald down a bit, why was the topic back on this?
The old man saw his dislike for the topic, covered his chest, and looked heartbroken, "Look at your friend Ji Chicheng; you two are about the sa age. Isn’t he about to have a second child? Your future wife might still be in her mother’s womb."
First, it was Old Zhang’s grandson, and now Ji Chicheng was brought up.
This old man really is trying every trick in the book.
Xiang Yiqing shook his head with amusent, raised an eyebrow at the old man, and asked, "Why don’t you compare with Qi Helian?"
The old man retorted, "At least Qi Helian knows to find a woman, what about you?"
Could it be... the old man suspected he had so kind of problem?
Xiang Yiqing thought, raising three fingers to swear, "First of all, let assure you, my sexual orientation is normal."
Then he reached out, hugged the old man’s arm, and pleaded in a buttering tone, "Can we not talk about this?"
"Hmph!"
The old man snorted coldly, started the wheelchair, and said with a huff, "I’m going upstairs to sleep for a while."
Xiang Yiqing quickly stood up to follow, "I’ll take you."
...
Finally, he took the old man upstairs, settled him in, and Xiang Yiqing returned to his room, changing into comfortable ho clothes, a gray-white sports hoodie.
He poured a glass of plain water, took his laptop, and sat on the balcony, organizing so dical materials.
His balcony faced the backyard, looking down was an antique-style rock garden with a small river, and in the river there were golden-red fish.
Several birdcages were hanging on the lush branches, each with birds inside.
The curtains had a layer of sheer drapes drawn, and the sunlight was perfect, spilling over him. Having pulled a night shift, he was feeling a bit sleepy in the warm sun.
"Oh dear, sothing’s wrong, Jin Yu seems to have died."
Xiang Yiqing was dozing off when suddenly he heard the maid shout from downstairs.
Died? What died?
Just now, he was groggy and only heard the maid shout the word ’died’, not knowing what had died. His tall body imdiately stood up, approached the window, and looked down.
A young maid was holding a birdcage, anxiously looking at another maid who had rushed over.
"Jin Yu seems to have died, it’s not moving."
Jin Yu?
Wasn’t it the golden bird Xin Xiaoxiao gave to grandpa, his... sister? How did it die?
Xiang Yiqing frowned, puzzled as he looked at the bird in the cage.
At noon when he ca back, the bird was still jumping up and down in the cage, looking very lively. How did it suddenly die?
"Go and tell the old man quickly."
The two maids discussed telling the old man the bad news about the bird’s death. Hearing this, Xiang Yiqing hurriedly left the room.
He went downstairs as the two maids were just entering with the birdcage in hand.
He walked over to stop them, "Wait a minute."
"Young master."
The maids nodded slightly at Xiang Yiqing.
"Give the birdcage." Xiang Yiqing reached out and took the birdcage from their hands.
Then he raised the birdcage, carefully and attentively examining the bird inside.
How could a perfectly fine bird just die like that?
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