I Can Tell You Want Everyone to Be Unhappy So You Can Be Happy

In the living room, Xia Yu lounged lazily on the sofa, with two cats rolling around on his lap. Liu Ling stood behind him, glaring fiercely at Zhao Jie, who kept wiping away her tears.

Xia Lang paced back and forth anxiously. He wanted to say something to Xia Yu, but he was afraid Liu Ling would embellish it and report it to Old Master Qi.

Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang urgently. He hurried over to open the door and ushered them inside. "Dad, Mom, Big Sis..."

Zhao Jie quickly wiped away her tears, stood up, and greeted them. "Dad, Mom, Big Sis."

"Where's Xiaoyu?" The moment Xia Qiao entered with his cane, he began looking for him.

The gray-haired old woman, Chen Hong, sympathetically patted Zhao Jie's hand. Her small eyes turned toward the boy sitting motionlessly on the sofa. "Xiaoyu, why aren't you greeting your elders?"

Xia Yu smiled faintly. "Auntie, long time no see."

Xia Xi, who had entered behind them, nodded. "When did you get back?"

"Just a couple of days ago."

...Chen Hong's old face was a little hard to maintain.

"Dad, Mom, sit down first." Xia Lang helped the two of them take their seats. "Jie, make Dad a pot of tea."

"Okay."

Xia Qiao tapped his cane against the floor and said grimly, "No need. Sit down, all of you."

Zhao Jie bit her lip and sat beside Chen Hong.

His sharp gaze swept over the room before landing on Xia Lang's troubled face. "Old Master Qi called me. He said that as soon as Xiaoyu returned, you people bullied him, and he demanded an explanation from me. Tell me, what happened?"

Xia Lang sighed helplessly. "No, Xiaoyu pushed Qingqing down the stairs..."

"Bullshit!" Liu Ling exploded. "That bastard fell down himself and blamed it on my young master!"

Chen Hong was displeased. Xia Wanqing was the apple of her eye. "When the masters are speaking, since when does a nanny get to open her mouth? Bastard this, bastard that—are you this reckless with your words at the Qi Household too?"

"Hehehe, our Qi Household is respectable. We would never do something as filthy as your Xia Household, bringing home a mistress and her bastard child to bully the legitimate young master!"

"You! You!"

"If you don't give my young master a satisfactory explanation today, I'll take this all the way to the Qi family patriarch! With me here, let's see who dares bully my soft-hearted young master!"

"Enough!" Xia Qiao's expression was awful. "Xia Lang, explain exactly what happened! Did Qingqing fall by himself or not?"

"Dad, when Jie and I came back that day, we did see Xiaoyu push Qingqing down the stairs with our own eyes. He admitted it himself. This morning, he even went to the hospital to apologize to Qingqing..."

"No." Xia Yu spoke calmly. "I've always said I didn't push him. You were the one who forced me to go to the hospital and apologize."

"You clearly pushed him!" Zhao Jie was so furious that tears began falling again. "And you gave him a concussion at the hospital!"

"What?!" Chen Hong was both anxious and angry. "Xiaoyu! How could you be so vicious? No matter what, Qingqing is still your younger brother!"

He smiled. "Who said I gave him a concussion? Younger brother Qingqing, or Brother Chu Lan?"

Zhao Jie glared furiously at him. "You still won't admit it? Only you and him were in the hospital room that morning. If it wasn't you, who was it?!"

"Maybe he got it from the fall the night before."

"Impossible! The doctor said he only had some bruising from the fall. He didn't hit his head at all!"

"Then maybe Brother Chu Lan hit him."

"Chu Lan would never hurt Qingqing!"

Liu Ling stepped forward to protect her master. "So you're determined to pin this on my young master, huh?! My young master doesn't hit people! And he definitely wouldn't touch that bastard! He thinks he's filthy!"

"You... you..." Zhao Jie was practically about to have a heart attack from anger.

Ding-dong!

The doorbell rang again. Xia Xi, who had been watching the show for a while, got up to answer it.

"Auntie." Chu Lan called out to her as he pushed Xia Wanqing in a wheelchair inside, followed by two black-clad bodyguards.

"Qingqing!" When Chen Hong saw her grandson's head wrapped in bandages, she painfully held out her hands. "How did you get beaten so badly? Come to Grandma."

Xia Wanqing sniffled. "Grandma... Grandpa..."

Zhao Jie stepped forward and touched his face. "Why did you leave the hospital?"

His tears immediately fell. "Mom..."

Xia Qiao glanced at the two bodyguards and immediately knew they were Old Master Qi's men.

"Brother." Xia Yu smiled at the grim-faced Chu Lan. "Did you say that I gave younger brother Qingqing a concussion?"

Chu Lan's heart jolted. "No."

"You didn't say it, or I didn't hit him?"

"I didn't say it."

"So that means I did hit him?"

...He pressed his lips together and fell silent. Whether you hit him or not, don't you know yourself?

"Wanqing." Xia Qiao spoke sternly. "Tell me. Did you fall down the stairs yourself, or were you pushed?"

Xia Wanqing bit his lip. He cautiously glanced at Xia Yu, then lowered his eyes and answered in a small voice, "I lost my balance while carrying my suitcase... It had nothing to do with Brother..."

"Qingqing!" Zhao Jie's heart hurt so badly she could barely breathe. "Don't be afraid..."

"Mom, I really fell by accident. I'm fine too. Let's just let this matter pass, okay?" He forced a faint smile. "I don't want to see everyone unhappy."

"You... silly child..."

His aggrieved, accommodating appearance moved Xia Qiao slightly. But there was nothing he could do. He merely sighed. "Since you fell by yourself, and you didn't explain it clearly, causing your brother to be misunderstood, apologize to him."

He choked up. "Brother, I'm sorry."

"Xia Lang, apologize to Xiaoyu too!"

Xia Lang also knew that, no matter what, the blame could no longer be placed on Xia Yu. Otherwise, it would be difficult to answer to Old Master Qi. It would be best to end this matter with an apology. Gritting his teeth, he lowered his head. "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry. Dad was wrong."

"Host." 001 was thoroughly enjoying the drama. "They've already decided in their hearts that you pushed Xia Wanqing down the stairs. They're only apologizing because of your grandfather's influence. Now Xia Wanqing has gained a few more points of favor in the Xia Household. What a brilliant retreat to advance."

Of course Xia Yu could see it, but he did not care. He casually swept his gaze across everyone present. The ones holding back were holding back, and the ones feeling wronged looked wronged, but none of them dared vent their anger at him. Curling his lips into a faint smile, he said, "I was misunderstood the moment I came home and nearly got hit. I'm very hurt and helpless too, but it's fine. Just don't let there be a next time. I don't want to see everyone unhappy either."

...Chu Lan turned his head away and rolled his eyes dramatically. I can tell you want everyone to be unhappy so you can be happy.

Xia Qiao felt stifled inside. He tapped his cane against the floor. "Then this matter ends here. Qingqing isn't feeling well, so send him back to the hospital."

"Wait!" Liu Ling pointed at Zhao Jie, who was only crying without speaking. "She nearly hit my young master, and she hasn't apologized yet! Don't think a shameful mistress can just make herself invisible."

Zhao Jie's face turned even paler. She dug her nails into her palm and forced out, "I'm sorry..."

"Mm."

With the show nearly over, Xia Xi stood up. "I'll be leaving first. Xiaoyu, Auntie will bring you some new clothes tomorrow."

Xia Yu had a fairly good impression of this aunt. Smiling, he nodded. "Thank you, Auntie."

"Xia Lang, take Qingqing back to the hospital," Xia Qiao ordered coldly.

"Got it, Dad."

He was about to go over and push the wheelchair when a black-clad bodyguard shifted sideways to block him.

Everyone's expressions turned unpleasant.

Xia Yu raised a hand and waved it. The bodyguard bowed slightly, then turned and left.

"Qingqing." Zhao Jie finally could not hold back her sobs. "Mom will take you back to the hospital."

Xia Wanqing shook his head and comforted her. "Mom, I'm fine now. The doctor said I can recover at home too, so there's no need to make another trip. Let Brother Lan take me back to my room."

"This is a concussion. How can you possibly be fine? Be good and go to the hospital with Mom."

"There's really no need." He looked pleadingly at Chen Hong. "Grandma, I don't want to go back to the hospital."

Chen Hong's heart ached for him. "All right, all right. If you don't want to go, then don't. Grandma can have a doctor come over and stay with you. It's the same."

"Thank you, Grandma."

Chu Lan sighed inwardly and stepped forward. "Qingqing, I'll take you back to your room."

Xia Wanqing held out his hand. "Thank you, Brother Lan."

With a smile at the corner of his lips, Xia Yu watched Chu Lan carry him upstairs in a princess carry. Then he lowered his eyes and absentmindedly stroked Tangerine's little head. "Grandpa, will you stay for dinner with me?"

Liu Ling was deeply dissatisfied with their fake apologies and muttered irritably, "I'm old. I can't cook for so many people."

...You certainly didn't look old at all when you were protecting your cub just now!