The Devil Doctor's Spicy Love-Chapter 447: What wasn’t his

Though a relatively joyful atmosphere was floating around in the Public Security Bureau, a stark contrast of air loomed in the Yang family’s mansion with Xie Zi Han downing the third bottle for the night.

The world blurred in front of his reddened and tired eyes. His cheeks were a teary mess that gnawed at his helplessness of losing his beloved daughter. Three hours had passed by, yet his soft sobs continued to echo his bleak reality.

His trembling hand moved to reach for another bottle when Yang Bingqing smacked it away.

"No more alcohol for tonight!" She glared. "You had enough.

Xie Zi Han dazedly raised his head, watching his former Boss stand before him with her hands on her waist.

"Please..." fresh tears spilled from his eyes, "don’t take the bottle from me..."

"Well, I will because this is not how I want to see you. Now come with me. I will take you to your room and you will go to sleep."

"...Sleep?" His head lolled from front to back and back to front.

"How can I sleep when my daughter is...Sh-she must be in custody right now huh...I should g-go and meet her...Yes, I should go..."

Xie Zi Han wobbled as he got off from the stool only to stagger ahead and fall, but Yang Cheng caught his arm and pulled him back.

"You are going to sleep," he plainly said.

"But Mulan is..." he kept wiping his eyes but that didn’t serve anything to stop the mistiness. "Mulan is there. I-I am her father...I should be there for her."

"You should be in bed sleeping. Go."

"I don’t want to..."

"Your liver is already screaming. Don’t force me to take extreme steps," Yang Cheng didn’t show any mercy.

"Cheng, Mulan...Mulan...Cheng, where did I go wrong? Why did she..."

"We will talk tomorrow. Right now, you need rest. No more talking."

He forcibly dragged his friend all the way to the guestroom and made him lie in bed. Yang Bingqing helped with taking off his coat and shoes.

"No where are you taking me...I need to be by Mulan’s side..." he hiccuped, "She is all alone...I-I need to be..."

"Hm. We will meet her tomorrow," Yang Cheng lied without even batting an eyelid.

"Really...?"

"Yes."

"Why not now..."

"We will meet her tomorrow."

Xie Zi Han mumbled something incoherently and eventually the intoxication kicked in. Yang Bingqing draped the blanket over him and switched off the lights. Sitting beside him, her gaze slowly dimmed, watching her dear friend’s face twisted with agony. She softly wiped his cheeks and patted his head.

"What will he do now without Mulan?

Yang Bingqing acted as the tough woman as she always had been but Xie Zi Han’s miserable state was beyond even her tolerance. Nothing was more painful than seeing her best friend consume himself with grief and sorrow. The tears that had halted from his eyes now seemed to flow from hers.

Yang Cheng placed his hand over her shoulder. "He will be fine. We are not going to leave him alone. He will stay with us until the situation gets sorted."

Yang Bingqing paused. "You are not...thinking that he would do something stupid, right?"

"Xie is not that weak."

He stared at his sleeping face marred with pain. When the intoxication would wear off he would be fully sober tomorrow would be the real test.

"But Mulan was the apple of his eyes. All he ever wanted was to see her happy."

Yang Cheng lowered his gaze. "She didn’t say anything wrong. It doesn’t matter if she is his real daughter or he adopted her. She is Xie’s daughter and technically, she does have rights over the Yang assets. Rights which I...stole from her."

"What, are you seriously believing her shitty claims?"

It wasn’t Yang Bingqing but Mingshen, whose boisterous voice made way in the room.

"Sshhh! Xie is sleeping!" Yang Bingqing warned.

Mingshen took a peek with an arched brow. "He’s dead drunk, Mom. He’s not going to wake up even if you play the DJ with the loudest music," he rolled his eyes.

Jia came up from behind him and tiptoed in the room.

"Spicy, you are being careful for no good reason."

"Sshh."

"You two women like to oppress reasonable voices," he snorted.

Jia whispered, her lips stretched into a thin line. "How is he..."

"It’s going to be difficult," Yang Bingqing sniffled lightly. "I cannot see him like this. Mulan’s actions and betrayal would haunt him for a long time. He doted on her so much."

Jia stared at his sleeping face in silence. The dried traces of his tears were still visible from where she stood.

"Uncle. Aunt. You should head back and rest. I will stay here with Mr. Xie."

"No, no, dear. How can we ask you to do that?" she shook her head. "Xie needs us."

"Yes, he does and you two will be there for him. But that starts tomorrow. Right now, you need rest too just like him."

"But-"

Yang Cheng nodded. "She is right. I will bring some warm milk for you. Then we will leave."

He shared a glance with Jia and she gave a silent nod. He left the room towards the kitchen but soon felt that he was being followed. He turned around and saw Mingshen walking behind him with his hands in his pockets.

"You want some milk too?"

"I want to talk."

Yang Cheng didn’t say much and resumed walking. The silence stretched for a long time and he said, "You can say what you have in mind."

Mingshen hadn’t yet prepared his question. It was as if he had a lot to ask but also nothing to ask at the same time. It wasn’t frustrating but certainly an intriguing position to be in.

"I understand it would be challenging navigating through it."

"Sorry, navigating through what?"

"About my identity and consequently, yours."

"What’s wrong about our identities?"

"That I am not the real Yang Cheng. Technically, you are not Yang Mingshen either."