A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Xie Qingyang seemed to have heard a joke.

She gave a slight smile. "...Oh, okay."

ridiculous.

Who else could we choose if not her?

Even if he were truly selfless and willing to choose another child from the family—

Who among those people is more outstanding than her?

Among the younger generation of the Xie family, there are certainly some with good grades, but who can go to university at the age of sixteen and get into a world-class university based on their own ability?

Admittedly, she received the best education, but regardless of the process, in terms of results, she is the best candidate!

...and they're still being stubborn.

Xie Qingyang thought to himself.

She had actually considered that Xie Jing might have other children outside, which was not uncommon in wealthy and powerful families.

After all, she wasn't a legitimate daughter born in wedlock.

but--

Xie Jing dared to acknowledge himself; if he had other children, why didn't he acknowledge them all? Why hide them?

Either it's too embarrassing to show off, or it's not available at all.

So what does she have to worry about?

"...I'm sure you can find someone better."

Xie Qingyang couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

She had thought Xie Jing would be angry because of her attitude.

As a result, the man in front of her remained indifferent and aloof.

"Yes," Xie Jing said calmly, "in any case, she'll be more suitable than you."

Xie Qingyang's expression darkened.

Xie Jing looked at her calmly.

What should he say?

—For example, putting aside other factors, you have a hereditary disease and will most likely die before me, so you can't be my heir?

"There's something I really should tell you," Xie Jing said after a moment's thought, "but... when was your last physical exam?"

He doesn't actually mind telling the truth directly.

However, judging from her current state, even if he directly said, "You are just my niece," she probably wouldn't believe it and would think he was just talking nonsense in a fit of anger.

Xie Qingyang frowned.

She assumed Xie Jing was speechless and was trying to change the subject.

"...A long time ago," she said patiently, "there was no problem."

Xie Jinggang wanted to ask about the degree of heart valve prolapse and the extent of aortic root dilation.

Back then, her older brother said he would keep it from her until she came of age, because he knew early on that it would be useless and there would be no way to help her before she reached the threshold for surgery.

It will only add to your troubles.

Of course, Xie Jing had already spoken with the family doctor and nanny about routine maintenance, asking them to pay close attention at all times.

Hsieh Ching-yang attended private schools in the United States from a young age, where students were not forced to exercise. She herself would occasionally play tennis, but it didn't tire her out.

"My blood pressure, blood sugar, and blood lipids are all normal, my liver and kidney functions are good, I don't drink much alcohol, I'm fine."

Xie Qingyang said, word by word, "Many of my classmates drink all day long, and they're not even as good as me!"

Xie Jing: "How was your echocardiogram?"

"No problem," Xie Qingyang said. "I have an electrocardiogram every year, and I also have a physical examination at school. There are no problems. Dad, I'm not like you, okay? Not everyone loves sports as much as you do. I don't want to become like you."

Xie Jing: "...You'll never be able to train like me in your next life."

Xie Qingyang almost couldn't help but roll her eyes.

She felt that Xie Jing was just using a different set of standards to judge himself, such as heart rate reserve and maximum oxygen uptake.

Xie Jing was also annoyed.

The electrocardiogram (ECG) could not detect anything.

You can only see the heart rhythm, not the valves, let alone the blood vessel walls.

"Whatever," he said casually. "I'm just reminding you that you should get an ultrasound done. See the results afterward, otherwise you won't believe me even if I tell you now. You'll think I'm lying to you or that I'm just saying things out of anger."

"I simply—"

Xie Qingyang grew increasingly annoyed as he listened, and the anger he had been suppressing finally erupted.

however.

Before she could really get angry, she suddenly felt unwell.

It felt like something was suddenly being squeezed in my chest.

The feeling came suddenly, but it wasn't completely unfamiliar.

It has happened before.

However, each time it didn't last long, and she always told herself that it was nothing, just that she was emotional and angry.

Xie Qingyang's breathing quickened.

It felt like my lungs were being squeezed and compressed by a hand.

Her face turned pale.

"I'm fine," she said, her voice a little weak. "I was just angry, Dad, I'm alright!"

Xie Jing looked at the bodyguard captain, "Contact the doctor."

"No need!" Xie Qingyang immediately raised his voice, "I don't need a doctor!"

How could she possibly have a health problem!

Among her friends in the industry, there are indeed many who are stronger and better at sports than her, but there are also some who are not as good as her!

Especially those who smoke and drink!

"...I'm fine!"

Xie Qingyang took a few steps back. "Those doctors always tell me to move less, be careful, and have follow-up checkups. It's so annoying! I'm not made of porcelain. I'm leaving!"

She turned and left.

Xie Qingyang staggered a few steps, then quickened his pace and left the courtyard.

Wei Jing was waiting for her outside.

He was already in a bad mood after being kicked out by Xie Jing, but when he saw Xie Qingyang come out like this, he was shocked.

"Qingyang, what's wrong?!"

He helped her up.

"I'm fine!"

Xie Qingyang shook him off and hurriedly got into the car.

She leaned back in the car, recalling Xie Jing's expression just now, and couldn't help but feel uneasy.

My eldest uncle, Xie Rong, died young due to a serious illness.

She looks like she's only thirty.

She didn't know what exactly was wrong with her, nor did she want to know; she just felt it had nothing to do with her.

...But what if there's a connection?

Many genetic diseases can be passed down between people outside of parents and children.

No.

Will not!

She had heard from her elders that Xie Rong had been in poor health since childhood and needed help to climb stairs; she rarely saw him standing.

And what about yourself?

She can play tennis, she can play golf, and running and jumping are no problem for her!

They're completely different!

My phone vibrated.

The message from Assistant Zhang said that Assistant Wang had contacted a cardiologist who is very famous in the industry and had already made an appointment for her.

Xie Qingyang stared at the screen for a few seconds.

Sometimes, it's better not to know something than to live a perfectly good life; knowing it is when trouble begins.

She remembered reading an article that said some lesions would have stayed there quietly for their entire lives without any problems, but once they were discovered and removed, problems arose.

Doctors are human too, and when they can't cure a disease, they may resort to haphazard treatments.

"...No rush," she replied to Assistant Zhang. "Your most important task right now is to keep an eye on the team, not these things."