The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love-Chapter 435: Walk away (1)

Mulan gritted his teeth. "And I can’t believe you, Aunt Bingqing. You just learned that your husband is an imposter, and you have nothing to say about that?"

Yang Bingqing’s eyes went cold.

"What imposter? My husband is one of the finest doctors in the world. That is not a lie. There might be questions about his identity, but no way in hell can anyone question his capabilities!"

"The one which he built on my father’s name!"

"You fool!" Yang Bingqing released her ear and threw a harsh slap across her cheek. The vibrations of that slap resonated all the way to Jia and she cleared her throat.

That’s one painful slap...

She then grabbed her head and forced her to look up. "Just look at Xie and just look at Cheng. Open your dumb eyes wider and see the reality. They had studied in the same college. Xie had even attended our wedding and we kept in contact all these years. Now I don’t know the history of why they did what they did, but in what world do you see them as each other’s enemies? You think people can just switch their life and identities as if it’s a joke? Why would Xie still have considered him a good friend if he had really made him suffer!"

"Because your husband manipulated him!"

Yang Bingqing’s lips parted as she stared at her, dumbfounded. At this point, even Mingshen had lost all hope in the little smartness Mulan held.

"Dad?" He grimaced. "And manipulate?"

Mingshen looked at the man he knew as his father. The man that raised him to become the best of the best with a no-nonsense attitude his whole life.

"You do realize what kind of an absolutely ridiculous thing you are saying, right? In what way does that man look like he could manipulate anyone? You need to talk to manipulate someone. He hardly ever does that. It’s only Mom and I who do all the yapping all day long."

Lihua’s brow twitched.

That’s some...strange way to defend someone’s honor...

Mulan’s gaze darkened. "What kind of baseless reasoning is that?"

"As baseless as the accusation you are throwing around," he shrugged.

"It’s not baseless. It’s easy for you to say because you have enjoyed the luxuries that belonged to my Dad! He is the real master of the Yang family!"

A shadow emerged and enveloped Mulan from above. For the first time ever, Yang Cheng had moved. His expressionless eyes watched Mulan without an ounce of any emotion.

"Can I ask you something?"

Mulan’s eyes narrowed, her gaze burning with hatred.

"What do you know about Cheng?"

Xie Zi Han trembled. It was the first time in years, in a very long time that somebody had uttered his real name.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you know about Cheng? It’s a simple question. Do not make me repeat myself."

The cold weight in his voice brought the atmosphere to a standstill.

"What do I know about him? I know that you reduced him to a pathetic state of living like a beggar!"

Yang Bingqing gasped. "What do you mean by a beggar? Excuse me, I used to pay him a very handsome salary, okay? Even after She disbanded, every single member of my gang lived a very decent life financially!"

"Mom, this is not the time to prove how great of a Boss you were," Mingshen dryly said.

"I am just saying..." she mumbled.

Yang Cheng stared at her hard. "Then you don’t know anything about Cheng at all. It’s a disgrace that you are his daughter."

Even Yang Bingqing gulped this time. Yang Cheng was a calm and level-headed man. The one and only time she had seen a quiet rage in his eyes was when they had lost their daughter. Otherwise, he wasn’t a very reactive kind of a person. Which meant that if Mulan was triggering a reaction from him, enough to make him talk, then things were going badly.

"How dare you-"

"It was Cheng himself who had asked me to do the switch."

She froze.

"That’s not true!"

"Quiet."

His voice rumbled like the beckoning of an alarming earthquake. The temperature had now dropped by two more degrees.

"Don’t shout like that, not in front of me, especially not in front of Cheng. Don’t be a disgrace anymore than you already are."

She bit her lip hard.

"You are the stupidest woman I have ever seen in my life."

Jia’s brow twitched hard.

Uncle Cheng is quite in a dangerous form today...

"You are claiming to fight for your father’s rights? Did you ever bother to ask him that the name and status you have been trying to force upon him is what he had wanted to escape from all his life. Yang Ruo Xuan."

Xie Zi Han stiffened.

"Have you ever heard his name?"

Mulan’s eyes narrowed. "He is my great-grandfather who you fooled. He thought all his life that you were his son but-"

"I wasn’t. Yes, I wasn’t his grandson. I am not Yang Cheng. I am Xie Zi Han."

*Flashback*

London.

"Hey, is this room 1107?" an eighteen year old Yang Cheng partially opened the door to peek in. But it was all dark.

He was about to enter when a figure popped up into his view out of nowhere and he stumbled back in horror, falling down in the corridor.

"Wh-What the hell!"

The shadow of that boy stood in silence and a minute later, the light was switched on. Yang Cheng saw another young man around his age, staring at him with no particular expression.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?" He asked quietly. "You came first."

Yang Cheng stood back up, dusting his pants and releasing a big sigh of relief. "Thank God you are Chinese too! I thought my roommate would be a white. I am not a racist though."

He didn’t respond.

"This is room number 1107, right? I don’t see the room number, but this is the only one that’s missing the plate."

"Hm."

"Hm? Hm, what?"

The guy didn’t respond and returned to the room. He walked over to the left side where his bed and study table was. He dragged the chair out and opened his book to study.

Ugh, no hi or hello...?

But Yang Cheng wasn’t about to give up. He dropped his bag and hopped over to his side. Watching the thick biology textbook made his head spin. He cleared his throat and focused on the introductions.

"I am Yang Cheng! What’s your name?"

The other guy saw the outstretched hand for a handshake but there was no response.

"Nobody has ever made me wait so much, you know?"

Silence.

Yang Cheng’s expression twisted. "Well, if you are stubborn so am I. I am not withdrawing until I know your name!"

And Yang Cheng indeed turned out to be quite stubborn because even though it had been close to forty-five minutes, his hand was still outstretched for a handshake despite his elbow hurting like hell.

His roommate exhaled, then closed his book. He turned to face him, his gaze boring into his. He stared at his hand and after what it seemed like eternity, he raised his own.

"I am Xie Zi Han."