Chapter 118: What Do You Want to Ask Me For

Kang Xiangyue was completely indifferent.

“So what if he’s back?

He moved out on his own; there’s no place for him in this family anymore.”

“You’re right, sis.

Your nest of thieves, masquerading as a fox’s den, reeks.

I would never set foot here if you hadn’t begged me,” a wicked voice chimed in, and Kang Xiangyue instantly sat up straight, an apple slice lodged in her mouth, nearly swallowing it whole.

Her face turned pale as she looked at the man who entered.

Dressed in a black leather jacket with a high-necked black sweater underneath, hands in his pockets, the hem of his raised waistline revealed an Hermès belt and a wristwatch worth millions on his wrist.

Han Qi plonked down on the sofa with a grin, pointed at Kang Xiangyue with his raised hand, his eyes cold and piercing.

However, in the blink of an eye, only a mocking smile played around his eyes.

That hand moved from Kang Xiangyue’s face to point at the fruit platter beside her.

“Bring it here.”

Kang Xiangyue was still in shock, but Liu Shi quickly nudged her, “Hurry up and bring it to your brother.”

Reluctantly, Kang Xiangyue picked up the fruit platter with one hand and extended it towards Han Qi, “Here.”

Han Qi didn’t take it, propped his hand on his forehead, and slowly widened his smile, “Are you feeding a dog?”

“Then how do you want me to do it?”

As she spoke, Kang Xiangyue subconsciously held out the fruit platter with both hands, intimidated by Han Qi.

“Put a toothpick in it and hand it to me.”

“Don’t you go too far!” she snapped, gritting her teeth.

Han Qi continued to smile, his fox-like eyes sparkling, “Kang, don’t forget whose name this estate is under.

I’m kind enough to let you live here, so you better understand the rules.

If you can’t, then get out.”

“You!”

Both Kang Xiangyue and Liu Shi’s faces turned colors.

The estate was under the name of Han Qi’s deceased mother.

The row upon row of Chinese-style villas were mostly passed down from centuries ago, with neighbors who were prominent families and top-tier tycoons.

The Mo Family lived nearby, and Liu Shi had badgered Kang Mingde multiple times to change the head of the household to her.

Kang Mingde refused, and she didn’t dare to ask outright, fearing to anger Han Qi.

The phrase “Kang” included an insult to Kang Mingde.

He scrutinized Han Qi with a critical eye before frowning, “What’s with your outfit?

You’re the CEO of a listed company, and you still dress so inappropriately.”

Han Qi just stared back with a smile, silent.

Kang Mingde coughed to mask his discomfort, “We called you back for dinner, why have you only just arrived?”

“Ah Qi, I’ve saved some food just for you, it’s still warm.

I’ll go get it for you.

You’re busy usually, and your meals couldn’t possibly be as well taken care of at home as they are here.

Don’t go hungry.”

Liu Shi stood up and headed for the kitchen.

It was all for show; Han Qi wouldn’t eat a bite anyway.

If someone uttered a word to intercept, she would have taken the opportunity to sit back down, but no one spoke, so she had no choice but to call two servants to bring the food to the coffee table.

She ladled a bowl of white rice herself, arranged the chopsticks, and set them in front of Han Qi, “Ah Qi, start with your meal.”

Han Qi remained seated, smiling ambiguously, “What’s with the act?

If you really wanted me to eat, wouldn’t you have waited to start?”

Kang Mingde slammed the table, “Do you expect your elders and your sister to sit with empty stomachs waiting just for you?”

Han Qi’s smile was indifferent, “There’s no need for that.

Skipping over the pleasantries, just say it directly, what is it you want from me by calling me back?”

“Want?

I am your father!”

His father’s authority had long been ineffective with Han Qi.

Han Qi didn’t respond, just leaned back casually, fingers idly tapping on his leg.