He Bai frowned and gave him a kick.
Di Qiuhe smiled and couldn’t resist the impulse to pinch He Bai’s face when his mobile phone suddenly rang in his pocket.
He paused, took out the phone to have a look, his smile fading, “It’s Di Bian.”
He Bai raised his eyebrows and reached one hand out to hang up.
Di Qiuhe hurriedly stopped him, shook his head and asked, “Little Puppy, you hate him, don’t you?”
He Bai nodded his head without hesitation while cursing under his breath, “Damn it, what a scumbag!”
“Don’t you think the punishment is too light for him?” Di Qiuhe loosened He Bai’s hand, flashed a smile at him, and answered the phone, turning on the speaker so that Di Bai’s voice could be heard.
“What’s the matter with the statement on the Internet, Qiuhe? It must be your schoolmate who posted it in your name? He went too far! Ask him to delete the article and besides, stop any of your connection with him!” came Di Bian’s booming voice. It seemed that his health conditions got well.
With his fist clenched, He Bai glared at the phone indignantly and had an overwhelming urge to tell him off!
Di Qiuhe broke into a smile, raised one hand to pinch his bulging face, and said to the phone, “You must have some misunderstanding, Mr. Di, for the one who posted the statement was nobody but me. My signature is on it, at which you can have a look.”
He Bai viciously pulled his hand away and scolded Di Bian in a whisper.
His behavior amused Di Qiuhe greatly and dragged him out of utter depression.
There was silence for a while, and then Di Bian’s suspecting voice came, “What did you call me just know, Qiuhe? Why do you…?
“You may have forgotten that our relationship broke up when Qin’s people countered me.” Di Qiuhe pacified He Bai by patting him on the knee and said without sparing Di Bian’s sensibilities, “For the sake of domestic harmony, I could endure anything before, but it doesn’t mean I won’t get hurt or disappointed, Mr. Di. Ridiculously, until now I don’t see it clearly that you are willing to cater to everyone except me, whom you can drive off anytime. So it’s better for both of us to leave each other the way we are, you still the Chairman, and I, an unknown actor. How about it?”
Astonished to find the easily coaxed son extraordinarily determined, Di Bian appeased him hurriedly, “Don’t act on impulse, Qiuhe. I understand that my decision upset you, but I have no intention of driving you out of the company. The reason why I allowed Xia Song to enter Huangdu was to placate Qin’s people who are still working there. I give you my word that you will get your fair share…”
“I never want to inherit Huangdu from you. Mr. Di, I’m not so stupid as to be oblivious to the fact that you’ve been guarding against me. You considered Chunhua your child before and gave me the cold shoulder for her sake; now she almost killed you, while you still chose to defend her. Compared to her, I’m much more like a bastard who deserves no birth at all.” His voice got lower as he continued. After a pause, Di Qiuhe added, “So much for that, Mr. Di. Judging from Qin’s nasty tricks, I may ‘meet my death unexpectedly’ one day, so you’d better tell yourself that you have one son only from now on. As for the things you gave me, I’ll return them all. By the way, I wish you a happy family and longevity.” After saying it, Di Qiuhe simply hung up and blocked Di Bian.
He Bai struck the table, “Is this over? Just like that? Why don’t you vent your full fury on him? Continue your scolding, no stop!”
Di Qiuhe looked at him, his eyes growing wide as if frightened by his sudden anger.
He Bai stroked his chest, still shocked to see the pure look Di Qiuhe exhibited.
A phone rang came again before they said anything more, but it was He Bai’s mobile this time.
He Bai glanced at the screen and noticed an unknown number. Something occurred to him, and he answered it, putting them on the speakerphone while covering Di Qiuhe’s mouth.
“Mr. He, this is Di Bian, the chairman of Huangdu. I saw your post on WeiBo, please delete it immediately. Also, tell Qiuhe to answer the phone.”
What an annoying command-like tone of voice!
He Bai gave a supercilious look and said coldly, “I’m afraid that you may not get what you want. I’m no Huangdu’s employee and have no need to obey your orders. Qiuhe was indeed with me just now, but he’s out. Chairman Di, you went to the hospital in my presence, so I have a rough idea of your family affairs. Pardon me for saying this, since your true love Qin Li can groom your daughter to push you down the stairs, she naturally can also teach your son to kill his father. Qiuhe was so silly that he, despite the hostility and taunts, flied abroad at midnight to hire experts to cure you, a total scum! Driving such a kind child off but having wolves in sheep’s clothing in company, you may live to regret it. I’m waiting to see that you and Qin Li end up in common ruin! Pah!” He Bai hang up with a clap and also blocked Di Bian, sinking into a chair in a sulk.
Gazing at He Bai’s angry look, Di Qiuhe was dumbfounded and then flashed a smile. His smile broadened into laughter, and finally he tumbled on the table, laughing hysterically.
He Bai pulled a grim face and asked angrily, “What are you laughing at?”
Di Qiuhe cast him a glance and buried his face in the arms, his laughter softer while his shoulders rolling even more.
He Bai: “…” Neither the father nor the son is good person!
A minute later, Di Qiuhe was still laughing.
Two minutes later, his laughter became less loud.
Five minutes later, Di Qiuhe got up, wiped his joyful tears and turned his head to He Bai, his eyes slightly reddening.
He Bai raised his eyelids, “Have you had enough?”
Di Qiuhe nodded obediently, “Yes, I suppose.”
“You must be hungry, don’t you?” He Bai picked up the teacup and blew the already cold tea.
Di Qiuhe touched his stomach and answered pathetically, “Yeah.”
He Bai took a sip of tea and continued to ask, “Do you still have a place to live in without Di Bian’s offering?”
Di Qiuhe narrowed his eyes and recalled for a moment, nodding, “Probably yeah… anyway, there’s always a place for you to live in.”
He Bai raised his eyebrows and asked, “Are you surely hungry?”
Di Qiuhe met his gaze and nodded pitifully.
He Bai dropped the teacup, leant towards him, raised one hand to touch his head and flashed a gentle smile. Then he pressed Di Qiuhe’s head hard and cursed him, “Serves you right! Like father, like son. You are also a hundred-percent scum!”
Di Qiuhe: “…”