Not Dead Yet Means It's Not That Serious

"Ah!" Carrying his guitar and two huge suitcases, Xia Wanqing rolled straight down from the second floor, all the way onto the first-floor carpet, landing with several thunderous crashes.

"Qingqing!"

"Qingqing!"

The couple's pupils contracted as they rushed over.

"Qingqing!" Zhao Jie collapsed beside Xia Wanqing, tears streaming down her face, yet she did not dare touch him. "Ah! Call an ambulance, Brother Lang..."

"I'm calling now." Xia Lang was frightened as well and hurriedly pulled out his phone to dial 120.

Still barely conscious, Xia Wanqing weakly looked upstairs. His lips moved, his voice faint as a thread. "Dad... Mom... Brother... didn't do it on purpose... I lost my footing..."

"Qingqing, stop talking. The doctor will be here soon." Zhao Jie carefully gathered him into her arms, crying uncontrollably. "I'm sorry, Mom shouldn't have brought you back... I'm sorry..."

Xia Lang looked up at Xia Yu on the second floor, anger rising. "Xia Yu! Why did you push him?!"

Xia Yu blinked. "I didn't push him."

"I saw it with my own eyes, and you're still denying it!" His anger intensified. "If you don't like him, you can say so. I'll have him move out. Why did you have to hurt him?!"

"..." Xia Wanqing, on the verge of death, nearly rolled his eyes and fainted. He was already like this, yet Xia Lang was still saying such biased things!

"Qingqing!" Zhao Jie cried even louder. "My Qingqing... Mom will take you away from here..."

Zhao Jie's crying gave Xia Lang a headache. "A-Jie, stop crying for now."

"You only care about him! Isn't Qingqing your son?!" She finally snapped, roaring in despair, "If anything happens to Qingqing, I won't let him go! Even if I die, I'll drag him down to hell with me!"

"The ambulance will be here soon. Qingqing will be fine."

Zhao Jie said nothing more, clutching Xia Wanqing tightly as she cried.

Xia Yu slowly came downstairs and stopped before the mother and son. "Not bad, little brother."

"Get away! Stay away from him!" Like a hen shielding her chick, Zhao Jie glared at him with vigilance and resentment.

"OK, OK. He's not dead yet, so it's clearly not that serious. No need to worry."

"You!"

"Xia Yu! Watch what you say!"

"Okay." He walked over to the dining table and sat down. "Sounds like the ambulance is here. That was pretty fast. Hurry and send my little brother off. I really can't bear to see this kind of scene—it breaks my heart."

Furious yet helpless, Xia Lang and Zhao Jie slowly helped Xia Wanqing up and headed outside.

Only Xia Yu and the two cats remained in the enormous villa. Liu Ling could not return for the moment, so he could only order takeout.

"Oh my god!" 001 was stunned. "Host, this protagonist shou is really something. He's mastered using someone's own methods against them. But he's even more ruthless than you. When you splashed milk on yourself, you couldn't even bear to use hot milk. He just threw himself down with all those bags without hesitation. Wasn't he afraid of falling to his death?"

From the angle Xia Lang and Zhao Jie had entered from, Xia Wanqing had clearly been pushed down by Xia Yu himself. But Xia Yu truly had not even touched the edge of his clothes.

"What's so surprising about that?" Xia Yu did not care. "Isn't that what the plot says?"

"In the original plot, Xia Wanqing was genuinely pushed downstairs by you. Now he fell down himself to frame you. Host, you're not going to fly into a rage from humiliation and kill him, are you?"

"No."

"Really?"

The corners of his lips curled up. "I suddenly found a particularly fun angle."

The two systems trembled. "What?"

"Death only makes people afraid. It cannot erase their will. But perhaps watching someone slowly descend into despair would bring a different kind of pleasure."

"..." The two systems exchanged glances. After getting tired of playing death games with the protagonist gong, was he planning to take mental revenge on the protagonist shou?

"Ah, I thought of it long ago. This is much more fun. Doesn't he come with Everyone's Beloved Aura? I'm very curious to see just how far that aura can work. Don't disappoint me."

Death was no more than closing one's eyes. That would be letting Xia Wanqing off too easily. In the life where he had died miserably, Xia Wanqing had ground him into the dirt, destroying everything step by step. He had fallen from a wealthy family heir admired by all to someone worse off than a stray dog by the roadside, only to end up as a corpse exposed in the wilderness. Every last bit of that had to be repaid.

001 and 105 silently lit a candle for the protagonist shou. It felt like he would end up even worse than the protagonist gong.

At one in the morning, Xia Lang and Zhao Jie returned, dragging their exhausted bodies behind them.

The noise they made going upstairs was too loud and woke Xia Yu. He stood at his doorway with a dark expression and asked faintly, "How is my dear little brother?"

Zhao Jie glared at him resentfully with her swollen, tear-filled eyes. "Come at me if you want. Don't touch him, or I'll fight you to the death!"

"A-Jie." Xia Lang frowned and grabbed her. "Go back and rest first. I'll talk to him."

She gave a furious snort and dragged her heavy steps back to her room.

"Xiaoyu..."

"Mm."

Xia Lang rubbed his brow. "Tomorrow morning, go to the hospital and apologize to Qingqing. This was your fault. Luckily, he has a background in dance and didn't injure any bones. If something had really happened, you'd be going to jail."

Xia Yu raised his eyes, his tone cool. "I didn't push him."

"You... listen to your father. Go apologize to him tomorrow. Whatever you want, Dad will buy it for you. Dad did something unforgivable and wronged you and your mother, but Qingqing is innocent. I still hope you brothers can get along peacefully."

"Oh, sure. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow."

Xia Lang had not expected him to agree so easily. He froze for two seconds, feeling even more guilty toward him. "I'm sorry. If you don't want to see Qingqing, after he gets better, I'll discuss it with him and have him move out."

"No need. I'm very happy to see him. I'll work hard to accept him."

He reached out his hand. "Xiaoyu... Dad has wronged you..."

Xia Yu took a step back, avoiding the hand he wanted to place on his shoulder. "I'm going to sleep."

Xia Lang awkwardly withdrew his hand. "All right. I'll wake you tomorrow morning."

"Bang!" The ruthless sound of the door closing was his only reply.

Early the next morning, after finishing breakfast, Xia Yu sat in the backseat of Xia Lang's car with his eyes half-closed, completely ignoring the resentful looks Zhao Jie kept shooting him through the rearview mirror from the passenger seat.

When they arrived at the hospital room, the doctor was examining Xia Wanqing.

"Doctor, how is my son?" Zhao Jie stepped forward to ask anxiously.

"It's nothing serious. He didn't hit his head, and his bones are fine. The bruises on his body just look severe." The doctor removed his mask. "A nurse will change his medicine shortly. He can go home tomorrow to recuperate."

"That's good. Thank you, Doctor."

"No need. Just be more careful when going down the stairs in the future..." After giving a few reminders, the doctor left.

After his medicine was changed, Xia Wanqing's face was pale with pain. Seeing the person leaning against the doorway, he pursed his lips. "Brother, why are you here?"

"I came to apologize to you." Xia Yu walked over slowly and stopped beside the hospital bed, sweeping his gaze over him. "You made such a huge commotion when you fell yesterday. I thought you'd lost half your life. I felt so guilty that I couldn't sleep all night. Turns out you only have a few bruises."