Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Shen Xu's professional team has not yet been in place, let alone an album. The style of music has not been decided, and the songs have not even been collected. I don't know if he can release an album next year at this rate.

Qi Yang was a little disappointed with the progress. He asked 002 to continue watching and then he lay down and did nothing but sit there again.

After moving, he gradually changed his schedule. If he had eight classes in the morning, he would get up half an hour earlier and ride his electric scooter. This was enough time, and he could even have time to snore Lai Fu's dog head before going out.

Xiao Pan and the others help feed the dog food in the morning and evening. Qi Yang will come back to rest at noon, so I feed the dog myself.

Nearly a month passed in this leisurely way, and on a non-holiday day, Qi Yang suddenly received a call from Jiang's mother.

After the call was connected, Qi Yang called out "Mom" politely and waited quietly for the other party to speak.

Jiang's mother responded calmly and asked, "Are you coming back on New Year's Day?"

Qi Yang was a little surprised, glanced at the calendar that 002 showed, and said, "I'll go back on the st."

"Ah."

After two seconds of silence, the other party said, "I'm hanging up first," without any hesitation, and the next second, a "beep" sound was heard.

Qi Yang was a little puzzled. In his original body's memory, nothing had happened in the Jiang family over the years. During the New Year holidays, Jiang Shi would take the initiative to call and tell them a week in advance. There was basically no such situation where he would call him a month in advance.

"Xiao Yanyan, did anything happen at the Jiang family?"

002 usually only pays attention to people related to the mission. He checked it out and said uncertainly: "Maybe he knows about your coming out."

Qi Yang recalled the tone of those three sentences and felt that he would not be beaten.

Jiang's father and mother are emotionally stable and rarely control the original body. As long as they are not embarrassed, there will most likely be no problems.

He mentioned it to Ren Yi in the evening. Ren Yi made some guesses and offered to go back with him. Qi Yang didn't agree, so he didn't force it.

Qi Yang had been lazy for a while and periodically wanted to find something to do. Seeing that Shen Xu's album was still pending, he wondered if it could become a hit, so he started recording the digital album as planned.

Ren Yi found it a little strange that he started to compose music, but when he thought of the "Love Poem" and "Lover" he had sung before, he felt it was natural.

When various musical instruments began to be moved into the house, Ren Yi suddenly felt that this person seemed to be planning to take root here.

Every time he got a musical instrument, Ren Yi couldn't help but be amazed at his learning ability as he watched him quickly master it from being unfamiliar with it.

Qi Yang has a talent for music, but his unfamiliarity is probably because he hasn't touched it for a long, long time. What he needs to do most is to awaken the sense of familiarity deep in his memory.

The original body is slightly inferior in this aspect, but it is not difficult to explain. The saddest thing is probably that there is no one who needs to be explained.

When Qi Yang was working on it, New Year's Day was approaching.

On the morning of the 1st, Ren Yi sent him to the airport, watched him board the plane, and then returned to the old house.

Zhao Yizhuo kept his mouth shut due to his professional habits and didn't reveal anything to anyone. However, he moved from an apartment close to the company to a small villa half an hour's drive away, which still made Mr. Ren suspicious.

After seeing the almost earth-shaking change in his youngest son's mental outlook, he became even more satisfied with the possible daughter-in-law.

It was still early for lunch, so the father and son, who looked more like grandfather and grandson, entered the study, sat opposite each other, and chatted about company matters while playing chess.

After asking about each other's health and treatment, the old man asked casually, "Why did you come back alone?"

Ren Yi paused after hearing this, placed a white piece, and asked, "Do you mind?"

"What do you mind?" The old man looked at him strangely, "As long as you don't destroy other people's feelings, why should I mind?"

While Ren Yi was waiting for the old man to make his move, he stroked the chess piece in his hand, which had a soft texture. Thinking of something, he lowered his eyelids slightly, and the lines of his lips seemed to rise a little.

The old man's fingers trembled, and the black piece in his hand rolled onto the chessboard, making a crisp sound.

He didn't look at where the chess piece fell, but just stared at his youngest son's face, feeling a little disappointed.

He took off his reading glasses and wiped them, and couldn't help but think of how his eldest son looked when he first started dating more than 20 years ago. It was the same. A mature and steady person since childhood, he always couldn't help but smile foolishly.

Ren Yi waited until he put his glasses back on before asking, "What if he was a man?"

The old man's pupils trembled violently and he was speechless.

Ren Yi chuckled, put down the chess piece, and pulled the corner of his lips: "I thought you knew."

The old man was extremely regretful at this moment, and when the housekeeper asked him if he wanted to check it out, he chose to refuse.

With a son that big and his energy already running low, there was really no need for him to keep an eye on him all the time. He would always speak when it was time to speak, but he didn't expect to be hit by such a bolt from the blue.

"No, y-how can you like a man?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man found that the softened spikes on his youngest son's body quietly stood up.

Ren Yi threw the chess piece in his hand back into the chess pot. His originally relaxed body straightened up again and he looked straight at him, with a sharp edge in his calmness.

"Why not? If you don't like it, I can only say sorry. I considered everything, including your objections, but I didn't consider a future without him."

Mr. Ren was stunned, his lips trembling for a long time. This gentleman who had been gentle for most of his life still tried to save the situation: "Does it have to be a man?"

"It has to be him. If you see him, you will definitely like him. But if you mind, forget it. I will come back alone next time."

Old Master Ren suppressed the anger that was slowly creeping up in his heart. His cloudy eyes became sharp. He barely maintained his dignity and asked with a look of heartache, "Do you want to make the Ren family extinct?"

"You can ask Ren Xingchen to marry you."

If the eldest brother were still alive and took over the family business, it would indeed be...possibly Ren Xingchen who would inherit it.

Ren Yi disliked Ren Xingchen, but since returning to China, he usually didn't show it in front of the old man.

"This is different."

"It's the 21st century, men and women are equal, what's the difference? Or do you just want the Ren family's Y chromosome to be passed on?"

The old man's breathing became increasingly heavy. He pointed at him for a long time without being able to speak. Ren Yi pushed the wheelchair over to help him breathe easier.

After he recovered, the old man grabbed his wrist tightly, his cold eyes mixed with the struggle and pleading of an old father.

"What if this is my will?"

Ren Yi's eyebrows twitched violently.

He never thought that this was an either-or choice, but there were always people who tried to force him to make a choice.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the skinny hand, his heart aching. This was his father, his only and most cared-about relative.

He couldn't help but be distracted, worrying whether Qi Yang would encounter the same situation and how he would deal with it.

After a while, he looked at Ren Chenggong, his eyes unconsciously flushed red, but his lips faded, and he asked softly: "Do you want me to...give up my life?"