When Han Qi awoke, the disinfectant smell of the hospital choked him until his throat was dry and itchy, leaving his complexion looking particularly poor. He caught Kang Xiangyue's eye as she sat on the sofa facing him.
With clear annoyance, he said, "When did you start wearing such terrible perfume?"
Kang Xiangyue, preening herself in the mirror, heard him and kicked his wounded leg, "A dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!"
Curled up in pain like a shrimp, Han Qi clenched his teeth and threatened, "Kang Xiangyue, you want to die? Even craving death won't get you into the family tree, you know?"
"I've been in the family tree for a long time, Dad put me there. It's going to be a while before you take over Kang's, and it's not certain who will kick out whom. Besides, you've always gone by your mother's surname. If it weren't for the fact that you are my half-brother, I wouldn't be sitting here today."
