nucmednet Chapter 248 Shouldn't you explain?
Chapter 248 Shouldn't you explain?
"Wait!" Qin Xian called out to him. "I know you're upset, but what's done is done, and there's no use being angry now. The most important thing is how to deal with the situation now."
Qin Reng stopped but didn't turn around. "Dad, what do you want me to do?"
"I'll try to delay things with the old man. But, as you know, he has a temper..." Qin Xian paused, "So, you'd better get along well with the Yu family girl and try to keep her calm."
Qin Reng took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew his father was right; now was not the time to be impulsive. He turned to look at his father and said, word by word, "Dad, I will do as you say. But I hope you can also promise me that you will not do anything to hurt Miss Yu again."
Qin Xian nodded. "I promise you."
Qin Reng then turned to leave, but when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped. Without turning back, he simply said, "Dad, I hope this is the last time."
His figure disappeared through the doorway, but Qin Xian lingered, his gaze fixed on him. He picked up the wine glass on the table and downed it in one gulp. The spicy liquor slid down his throat, but it did nothing to quell the restlessness in his heart.
Meanwhile, Yu Yuetong was sitting in her room, idly scrolling through her phone. She glanced at the time; it was almost ten o'clock, and Qin Reng still hadn't returned.
"I wonder where that guy went..." she muttered, put down her phone, and stretched.
Just then, there was a noise outside the door. Yu Yuetong quickly got up, opened the door, and saw Qin Reng walk in.
His expression was somewhat gloomy. He walked to the bedside without saying a word and sat down.
Yu Yuetong noticed that something was wrong with him, so she carefully walked to his side and asked softly, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Qin Reng didn't speak, but simply raised his head and gave her a deep look. That look made Yu Yuetong feel somewhat uneasy.
"Are you... alright?" she asked again.
Qin Reng took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind, and slowly said, "Miss Yu, I would like to talk to you."
Yu Yuetong's heart tightened, and she subconsciously took a half step back, bracing her lower back against the edge of the bed. She looked at the turbulent undercurrent in Qin Reng's eyes, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of her phone, and suddenly realized that this man was unusually dangerous today.
"What are we talking about?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "Inheritance or child custody?"
Qin Reng suddenly moved closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear: "Miss Yu, shouldn't you explain why you were so attentive to Ji Momo at the scene of the car accident?"
Yu Yuetong's pupils contracted slightly, and she almost dropped her phone. She remembered the damned car accident three days ago—Qin Reng, driving drunk, crashed into Ji Momo's sports car. When her soul was inside Qin Reng's body, she did subconsciously help the socialite who had twisted her ankle.
"That was an instinctive reaction!" She jerked back, her back slamming against the cold wall. "I would react the same way if anyone got hurt..."
"Anyone?" Qin Reng interrupted her with a cold laugh, his long fingers gripping her wrist with such force that he almost crushed her bones. "Are you sure it wasn't just seeing Ji Momo's face that reminded you of the person you 'should' have' married?"
Yu Yuetong felt a faint clicking sound from her bones, but she stubbornly tilted her head back: "President Qin, are you jealous?"
Qin Reng's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly released his grip, turning to walk to the French windows. The moonlight outlined the taut lines of his shoulders and back, like a lurking wild beast.
"Jealous?" His voice was as low as the grinding of sand. "I'm just reminding you to stop using my body to deceive people."
Yu Yuetong rubbed her aching wrist and suddenly chuckled. She tiptoed behind Qin Reng and deliberately bumped him with her shoulder: "The way you're saying that, Mr. Qin, makes it sound like I'm the kind of person who's two-timing."
Qin Reng whirled around, and Yu Yuetong nearly bumped into his hard chest. He looked down at her, his eyes as cold as a winter lake: "Miss Yu, you should be glad that it's both of us trapped in this body right now. If you were using my body alone, you'd probably already be in the Ji family's possession..."
"What happened to the Ji family?" Yu Yuetong suddenly interrupted him, looking up directly into those unfathomable eyes. "Did the Ji family drain your blood to give Miss Ji a kidney transplant? Just like in the original plot?"
The air suddenly froze, and even breathing became cautious. Qin Reng's pupils contracted sharply, and he took half a step back to create distance.
"What do you know?" His voice trembled for the first time, no longer deliberately cold and distant.
Yu Yuetong curled the corners of her lips, slowly took out her phone, and pulled up a screenshot—it was a news article she had accidentally come across last night when she searched for "Ji family's illegitimate daughter".
“When the Ji family recognized Miss Ji,” she waved her phone, “the news said that Miss Ji needed regular blood transfusions. And Old Madam Qin happened to meet Miss Ji in Switzerland back then, and happened to take me to get a bone marrow match.”
She deliberately emphasized each word, watching Qin Reng's expression gradually darken. "Mr. Qin, do you think this is a coincidence?"
Qin Reng was silent for a moment, then suddenly grabbed her hand with surprising force. Yu Yuetong winced in pain, but stubbornly refused to back down.
“So,” he moved closer to her, his voice low and menacing, as if from the depths of hell, “you’ve been wary of everyone from the very beginning, including…”
“Including you.” Yu Yuetong met his gaze without fear. “President Qin, we’re in this together now. If you’re planning to play any tricks, you’d better think it through first.”
Qin Reng suddenly laughed, his laughter tinged with self-deprecation: "Miss Yu, you are smarter than I thought."
He let go of her hand, turned around and walked to his desk, picked up a document and tossed it to her: "Take a look, this is what you wanted."
Yu Yuetong took the document, and the moment she saw the title, her breath caught in her throat—it was the equity donation agreement of the Qin Group.
"What do you mean?" She looked up at Qin Reng.
"Didn't you want a divorce?" Qin Reng leaned back in his chair, hands in his pockets. "Sign this, and you'll be the second largest shareholder of the Qin Group."
Yu Yuetong's heart pounded; this sudden surprise made her feel dizzy. But she quickly calmed down, staring at the dense text on the agreement, and suddenly realized something.
"And you?" she asked. "What will you do?"
Qin Reng twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile: "Miss Yu, you don't actually think that the old man will let me inherit the Qin family business, do you?"
Yu Yuetong looked up abruptly and saw a sly glint in Qin Reng's eyes. She suddenly realized that this seemingly absurd marriage had been a meticulously planned game from the very beginning. And was she a pawn, or the player?