The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

That night, Sheng Yize told An Xiaxia so many things. He talked about his childhood and related anecdotes about Grandpa Sheng. She tried to get him to sleep, but he stubbornly refused.

Was he afraid that he might not be able to see his grandfather for the last time if he fell asleep?

Sheng Qingyi only arrived early the next morning. After making a hypocritical show of cordiality in the corridor, he entered the lounge.

Seeing Sheng Yize and his red eyes, he scolded, "I'm so disappointed in you! Dry your eyes! You grandpa isn't dead yet!" After a pause, he added, "You're not crying even if he dies! Do you have any idea how the reporters will spin it?"

Sheng Yize glanced at him and smiled sarcastically.

"How is that my business? Can you please just shut up?!" Sheng Yize retorted without hesitation.

That shut Sheng Qingyi up. He then turned to glare at An Xiaxia.

An Xiaxia knew that he was venting his anger on her.

Since he wouldn't show her any respect, she wouldn't tolerate him either. She glared back at him, then turned away, ignoring him completely.

After two strikes in a row, Sheng Qingyi was fuming. Only then did he seem to realize something and asked with a grim expression, "How's your grandfather doing? What did the doctor say?"

"I thought stock price and publicity are the only things you care about. Why ask?" Sheng Yize said coldly.

Sheng Qingyi frowned. "Really? Are you going to fight me now? He's old and this is inevitable. I'll get old and die one day, too. What's wrong with that? Even if he drops dead this moment, we still have to move on!"

He made it sound so righteous, but An Xiaxia was horrified…

How cold-blooded could he be to use the words "drop dead."

That was his own father…

Sheng Yize bolted to his feet, grabbed Sheng Qingyi by his collar, and bellowed in a low voice, "Are you done? If so, get out!"

He then shoved Sheng Qingyi away. Sheng Qingyi stumbled back, almost losing his balance. He then looked at Sheng Yize in disbelief.

"You're getting physical with me? Where is your respect for your father?"

"I'm sorry, but you're the one to be blamed for that. Since you treat your father like shit, that's what I'm doing to you," Sheng Yize said indifferently.

Sheng Qingyi pointed at him. "You brat! I swear I'm going to have a stroke one day…"

"I said, get out! Are you deaf?!" Sheng Yize raised his voice. Instantly, conversation in the corridor subsided, as if everyone was paying attention to the sounds inside the lounge.

Sheng Qingyi scolded in a whisper, "Keep your voice down! They'll hear you!"

"Heh." Sheng Yize smiled sadly. "I feel so sorry for grandpa, that he has a son like you!"

Realizing that he was in the wrong, Sheng Qingyi walked out, looking defeated.

As soon as he was gone, Sheng Yize fell down on the sofa, as if he had been drained of all his strength.

An Xiaxia crouched down and asked nervously, "What's wrong… Are you not feeling well?"

"Xiaxia…" He whispered her name, sounding exhausted. "I'm so tired."

"Get some rest, then. I'll call you if something comes up!" An Xiaxia gazed at him with unblinking eyes, which somehow made Sheng Yize calm down right away.

He closed his eyes and took a nap. Then there was a commotion in the corridor. "The operation is over! Here comes the doctor in charge!"

Right after that, Sheng Qingyi burst into the room, looking elated. "Great news! Our stock price won't drop!"

Sheng Yize clenched his fists.