Hand It Over
Bam!
Click.
Xia Jinhu's face paled as he was filled with a sense of foreboding.
His father had even locked the door now! This will probably be the end of him!
No more partying...
No more hot babes...
No more stalking his brother...
No more juicy gossip...
But most importantly, no more foods! I can't live anymore!!!'
Following his father's every movement with his glazed eyes, Xia Jinhu's body went rigid.
At that moment, Master Xia had pulled out a wooden box from the top drawer of his desk.
Xia Jinhu's imagination ran wild. His thoughts were full of absurd assumptions about the possible contents of that seemingly ancient wooden box.
Was it an imperial edict...?
An imperial edict that held the proclamation of his banishment to the Pearl of the Orient Seas?
A whirlwind of thoughts assaulted Xia Jinhu's already beaten-up mind.
Although that country is extremely beautiful with those breathtaking and picturesque landmarks and scenery, Xia Jinhu would not want to go back there.
Aside from his grandmother who was contentedly living there, Xia Jinhu also did not want to come across THAT woman ever again.
Thinking about what that woman had done to him back then, Xia Jinhu could not help but shudder as those horrible memories surfaced into his mind.
Speaking of her, Xia Jinhu would love to strangle her right now. She was the one who had called earlier!
Now, because of her, he was here standing stiffly inside his father's study, waiting for the final verdict to be announced.
Seeing his son motionless while staring absentmindedly at the space in front of him, Master Xia scrunched up his brows.
"What are you standing there for?"
His father's cold and reprimanding tone pulled Xia Jinhu back to his senses. However, he still remained unmoving as he stared at his father.
"Sit down." Master Xia's voice was commanding. "Or would you rather have me drag you?"
Xia Jinhu shook his head rapidly.
Slowly and torturously, he walked towards his father still holding the plastic bag of food in front of him.
He almost tripped over his feet because of his extreme nervousness!
Finally, he managed to sit himself on the chair. Feeling the oppressive aura coming from his father, Xia Jinhu trembled in fear.
His father sat on his throne looking like the King of Hell, Yama, who was about to pass on his judgment to him.
But all these were only Xia Jinhu's imaginative mind working.
Master Xia had indeed locked the door but he only did it to prevent Madam Xia from barging in.
She should and could not see what he was about to do or else...
That's why the sooner they finished here, the better.
Looking at his youngest son, Master Xia held out his hand.
"Hand it over?
Upon hearing his father's urging tone, Xia Jinhu's brows knitted as he thought about the camera that he had painstakingly hidden from his brother.
'Could father have known that I secretly took pictures of big bro and his woman?'
Xia Jinhu guessed.
He didn't even have a backup file on those pictures yet!
His hard work would all just be in vain if his father would get a hold of his camera and delete those firsthand footage and images!
Formulating a plan in his mind, Xia Jinhu abruptly stood up. The delicious foods inside the plastic bag had long been forgotten.
The first thing that he needed to do now was to secure a copy of those exclusive shots!
With a resolute gaze, Xia Jinhu looked at his father and said determinedly, "I'll go get it."
At that, he marched out of his father's study with purposeful strides. As soon as he had closed the door, Xia Jinhu sprinted back to his room. His mind was filled with panic.
He must save a copy of those pictures now before it's too late!
Gazing at his son's retreating back, Master Xia was baffled by his sudden exit.
That punk was not following the script!
They were supposed to share the food and eat together! Why did he leave all of a sudden?!
Seeing the plastic bag full of delicious foods strown out onto the cold and hard floor, Master Xia lamented.
It was already a few months since he last had a taste of these savory dishes. So naturally, he would grieve for these discarded treasures!
Master Xia then stood up from his seat to pick them up before placing them on his desk.
If Jinhu did not want them, he would just finish them all by himself.