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This statement is somewhat vague, and I don't know how to respond. Moreover, the previous remark about hating me has disturbed my thoughts, making it difficult for me to focus on our conversation.
Xiao Minxing looked up at the distance and calmly said, "Those past events are not only remembered by you."
My heart felt like it was pricked by a needle, trembling with pain. I turned to look at his face but couldn't discern any particular emotion.
He moved the corner of his mouth slightly and turned his head to look at me, his gaze deep as he called me by my full name: "Qiu Yuhan, do you even know why I hate you?"
I lowered my head, my voice so soft that I could barely hear it myself: "I know."
"Really? Why? Because you deceived me?" he asked, his expression still calm but his words somewhat aggressive.
"That's the truth; you said it before." I spoke more freely since he didn't seem angry. However, I felt it was somewhat meaningless to discuss the past again; it would only increase our mutual hurt.
But then I saw Xiao Minxing shake his head at me.
He shook his head several times, and it didn't seem like he was disappointed in what I said but rather disappointed in me.
I lowered my head and walked forward. His expression was not much better than when he was angry. I didn't want to cause him emotional turmoil or see him fall ill again. So even if I accidentally brought up a sensitive topic, as long as I could stop it in time, it should be fine.
Xiao Minxing followed me. Although he didn't speak again, his aura made me feel uncomfortable.
I deliberately changed the subject and asked, "When are you going back to work?"
"I'm not going today," he replied steadily, with a natural expression that surprised me. I looked at him and asked, "It doesn't seem like it's the weekend; is work this flexible now?"
He pondered for a moment and said, "Didn't you help me delegate my work?"
He said that, but hadn't he mentioned just last night that he was very busy? What was he busy with?
Of course, there were many questions I kept to myself. It was better not to voice any inquiries that might touch a nerve. Still, I asked, "Do you have other things to do today?"
At this point, we had already walked to the front of his house. He stopped upon hearing my question, glanced at me, then looked inside the house before saying, "Didn't you say you were moving?"
"Really? Are you really moving out? There’s actually no such thing as feng shui. Isn’t living here just fine?"
Standing here, I inexplicably shared a breakfast with him and found myself feeling nostalgic about this place. Perhaps if Xiao Minxing doesn’t leave, I might have the chance to come back in the future?
He stood in the sunlight filtered through the branches, dappled light playing across his body and face, as if he had stepped into a deep moment in time. I couldn’t express my sadness, yet his gaze was so proud, and his tone was unyielding: "It’s not as good as you think."
Alright, it’s still his place, and he’s the one spending the money. My words are at most just an opinion, or perhaps nothing at all.
The car Xiao Minxing called arrived at nine o'clock. Since neither of us had prepared in advance, when the moving company saw our things, they frowned and discussed with him: "Mr. Xiao, how about this? You find someone to pack up here first, and we’ll come back this afternoon to take your stuff?"
"Aren't you going to help pack? Don’t moving companies usually handle that now?" Xiao Minxing asked with a frown.
The few people from the other side exchanged glances and finally shook their heads at him: "Our company doesn’t offer that service yet. Would you like to check with another company?"
I stood by the stairs watching Xiao Minxing talk to them; both sides looked displeased, and of course, nothing was resolved in the end.
Soon, the sound of a car starting came from the yard, gradually fading away.
Xiao Minxing leaned dejectedly against the wall, facing our direction but not raising his eyes to look over, seemingly unwilling to speak.
Before I went for breakfast in the morning, I had called Jin Ke to come help me pack my things. She should be on her way by now, but seeing the moving company leave made me feel uneasy. I could only quietly send her a message asking her not to come for now.
Xiao Minxing sat there for more than ten minutes before getting up and saying, "Let’s move your things first. We have to move out in these two days regardless."
I looked at him and asked, "Have you encountered some trouble recently?"
This question was originally casual, but when he heard it, he suddenly looked up. Although that look of surprise passed quickly, I still noticed something was off.
I pressed further: "Is there something going on at work or do you urgently need money?"
Xiao Minxing stood still, averting his gaze from my face. After a long while, he said, "If I have this amount of money, it can be handled."
So something really did happen; I hadn’t known at all. When I came last night, I thought it was just another one of his pranks.
Now he stood beside me; despite still wearing a calm expression, I knew that selling his house meant that whatever was happening couldn’t be trivial.
Unconsciously, I grabbed his hand and softly asked, "What exactly happened? I know I can't help in any way, but I want to hear you out."
Xiao Minxing looked at me for a few seconds before speaking again, "When we returned to the old house last time, didn't you hear them mention that Father still had another property?"
Of course, regarding this matter, Xiao Minhui had surprisingly contacted me, but at that time, I was already on the verge of divorce with him. So under his intervention, it ended up being unresolved, and I was even less inclined to inquire further.
Now that Xiao Minxing brought it up, it indicated that part of the property must have fallen into his hands, and it definitely meant something had gone wrong with it.
I just didn't understand how something that the entire Xiao Family had coveted for so long ended up in Xiao Minxing's hands.
His words were concise and clear: "This property used to be very good. Father kept it for retirement, but he hasn't been managing it properly over the years. So although it still looks the same on the surface, it's actually hollow inside."
"Then why is your elder sister still trying to grab it?" That was my immediate reaction.
Xiao Minxing shook his head with a smile and said, "They don't know about it. Even if they did know, they wouldn't believe it. And even if they believed it, they would still fight for it because everyone believes that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. So everyone thinks whatever Father has kept must be valuable. Since the division of the family, there have been constant attempts from others to take it over."
"But Dad gave it to you?"
He nodded and quickly added, "It's not that he gave it to me; it's just that he couldn't manage it anymore. Recently, for some reason, he suddenly got the urge to go through the company's accounts and discovered that these losses couldn't be covered up. He didn't want to give up, so he came to me for help."
"No way! The result of you helping him is selling your own house?"
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