Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

The Yun family made their fortune in biotechnology and possesses many core technologies.

He wants to buy it.

But the old fox of the Yun family refused to sell it to him easily and demanded that he must marry Yunshan.

At that time, he had no real sense of marriage, and most importantly, he really needed the Yun family's technical support, so he agreed casually.

But after agreeing, he was in a very bad state and felt drowsy. He had a hunch that something bad was going to happen, so he became more cautious.

And the reality was just as he thought.

That old fox is a restless person.

Ever since he sent his biological mother to jail, few people on the field would take the initiative to provoke him.

After all, how much mercy and morality can a madman who can kill his blood relatives and enemies have? They don't want to cause trouble for themselves.

But the world is so big, there are always people who don't know their place.

It’s better for the Yun family to be gone.

Chi Qinghe shifted his gaze indifferently to Yunshan's face. He was re-evaluating Yunshan's value to himself.

Yunshan didn't understand why Chi Qinghe didn't answer her and was getting impatient waiting.

"Are you mute? Why didn't you answer my question? Why did you instigate me to run away from my marriage that day?"

Chi Qinghe slowly gathered his thoughts and did not give a direct answer.

"Your father tricked me into signing the Chi shares transfer contract under the guise of a betrothal gift, while secretly collecting scattered shares in an attempt to overpower me and become the new owner of the Chi company... Yunshan, what do you think I should do?"

He threw the question back to Yunshan and waited quietly for her answer.

This was the last chance he gave Yunshan, but obviously, she failed to seize it.

"Is this your reason? You're doing this only to make others laugh at you for being useless. You can't even protect your wife, so what else can you do? It's hilarious."

At this moment, Yunshan seemed to have finally found a place to vent her anger, and couldn't wait to put all the blame on Chi Qinghe.

"Besides, you're too stingy. I'm your father's only daughter. He worked so hard to raise me. Shouldn't you take the initiative and give him the shares? Why do you even have to ask him?"

This part about eating and taking things made Vinson's fists stiffen. He resisted the urge to punch the man to death, gritted his teeth, and emphasized each word.

"Yunshan, don't go too far."

Yunshan crossed her arms in front of her chest, raised her chin, and looked mean.

"Excessive? What's excessive about it? Chi Qinghe won't have any children in the future anyway. It doesn't matter who owns the Chi family, right? What's there to worry about?"

Chi Qinghe had written in the prenuptial agreement that they didn't want children.

First, he didn't think he would sleep with Yunshan.

Second, he understood how much harm childbirth would cause to a woman's body. It was not because he felt sorry for Yunshan, but because it was unnecessary.

This was one of his few acts of kindness, but to Yunshan, it became a sharp knife stabbing him.

Noticing that Chi Qinghe's aura was becoming more and more overbearing, although Vinson wanted to put an end to this unreasonable young lady on the spot, he did not want Mr. Chi to be written about by the media in public.

He silently postponed Yun's death and wanted to take Xiao Chi away.

But at this moment, his arm was pulled by someone, and then the young man's teasing and cold whisper reached his eardrums.

"Wenson, the Chi family was left to me by Old Chi, why do people always want to snatch it from me?"

Wenson's heart skipped a beat, his whole body tensed up, and his tone reflexively became a little coaxing.

"Mr. Xiao Chi, it's going to rain soon, let's go back to the car..."

Chi Qinghe interrupted him.

"Send her there."

Wenson's alarm bells rang, and when he had all the injections in his pocket ready, Chi Qinghe suddenly let go, took long steps, and walked away step by step.

The wind was light and the clouds were thin, and the pace was leisurely, just like strolling in one's own back garden. It was so comfortable that it seemed as if the devil's whisper was an illusion.

Yunshan was completely ignored by the two men and started cursing.

"Get back here! Chi Qinghe! Do you know what respect is? I won't let you leave! You must apologize to me publicly and give the Chi shares to my dad, otherwise I will never forgive you! Do you understand?"

Seeing that the man was still chasing him shamelessly, Vinson stopped him decisively.

"Stay."

"Who do you think you are? Believe it or not, just one word from me can make Chi Qinghe fire you!" Yun Shan was furious.

"If you want to save your life, just follow me." Wenson lowered his voice and threatened.

"You still want to attack me? Who the hell do you think you are!"

"It's really not a big deal, but I can still make Miss Yun homeless and displaced."

Wenson was a bodyguard, strong and sturdy. Just standing there, he was very intimidating, and there was a smell of blood on him. Yunshan fell silent for a moment.

In his peripheral vision, Mr. Chi's figure had completely disappeared. He slowly straightened his askew tie, looked at the pale-faced Yunshan with a nasty look, and said his last words.

"Miss Yun, I hope that next time we meet, you can still be this... innocent."

When we got back to the car, Mr. Chi was already asleep.

Wenson quickly treated the broken wound on his hand, disinfected it to make sure it was clean, and then carefully picked up the blanket and covered the young man with it.

Touching Mr. Chi's cold fingertips, he turned up the air conditioner temperature three degrees before signaling to the driver in front to drive.

The vehicle starts.

The first thing Wenson did was to send a message to the public relations department, telling not only Mr. Xiao Chi and Yun Shan, but also the two companies, that it was time to put an end to everything.

The car was driving steadily and fast. When Chi Qinghe woke up again, it was dark outside.

Fortunately, the street lights were bright enough for him to clearly see the road ahead and the words "Yian Cemetery".

"No need to follow me."

Chi Qinghe took the box of pastries and flowers handed to him by Wenson, and walked step by step into the forest along the cobblestone path.

Wenson was a little hesitant. He was worried about Mr. Chi's current condition and wanted to follow him secretly.

But after thinking it over again, he still didn't move. He stood beside the car, quietly waiting for someone to come back.

This cemetery is extremely large, stretching as far as the eye can see, as if it occupies the entire hill.

The construction style has a strong Chinese aesthetic, with garden pavilions, high platforms and pavilions, exuding luxury and elegance everywhere.

It is even more mysterious when you look down from a high place.

Whether it is the mountain springs and streams surrounding the entire cemetery or the interlaced positions of the pavilions, they all represent the symbol of "resting the soul". The power of the wishes is so strong that it is hard to imagine how much time and energy the owner has spent on maintaining them.

Chi Qinghe stopped in front of the ancestral hall, knelt down and kowtowed at the door as usual, then picked up his things and walked inside.

The wind on winter nights is the most treacherous, always looking for ways to penetrate the cracks. Chi Qinghe wasn't wearing much today, not even a scarf, so his hands and neck were frozen red as he walked along.

But as soon as he pushed open the door and entered the ancestral hall, the cold wind behind him instantly dissipated, and his frozen body warmed up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He closed the door, and the warm feeling intensified.

Most of the candles on the shelves in the ancestral hall were extinguished, only three were burning, but they lit up the entire ancestral hall.

The soft yellow warm light enveloped the young people in the hall, showing blessing and protection everywhere.

The cold and gloomy wind was still blowing outside the hall, pressing down the grass leaves. It seemed that there was no one to bully, and it sounded a bit angry.

There is weirdness everywhere, and there is... pampering everywhere.

Chi Qinghe put all the things on the wooden table by the door, took out new candles from the cabinet, inserted them one by one into the rack, and then lit them one by one.

Under the flickering candlelight, the young man's face gradually became lively, but the sadness in his eyes was like a thousand-year-old ice that could not be melted.

He knelt on the mat, looking up at the pitch-black tablet without blinking. The word "father" on it was always glaring, and Chi Qinghe would avoid it every time.

Because deep down, he didn't seem to want to admit the fact that Lao Chi had left him.

But this time, he didn't avoid it.

It's been three days.

The time for system punishment is over.

He's still here.

Can not go back.

Maybe 4011 really appeared in his life, but from today on, it also came to an end.

"Lao Chi, I like someone."

"In a dream."

He half-closed his eyes, pulled the corners of his dry lips, paused for a long time, and then continued in a hoarse voice.

"He's a boy..."

"I think you will accept him. You loved me the most in the past..."

Before he finished speaking, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. Chi Qinghe turned his head and quickly wiped away the tears. When he came back, he forced a smile at the tablet as if nothing had happened.

"I didn't cry."

"I was just about to introduce him to you."

He took out the snacks from the lunch box, arranged them and introduced them with a forced, ugly smile.

"My first impression of him wasn't very good. He looked like a playboy, couldn't speak Chinese fluently, and his name sounded expensive and weird."

"He can't do anything. He can't turn over the quilt, forgets to take his shower clothes, and likes to stay in bed... just like me before..."

"When you were still here, I never had to worry about these things..."

The candlelight shone brightly, falling on the young man's trembling eyelashes, gently sweeping away the sadness and fatigue in his eyes.

Chi Qinghe raised his head as if he had realized something, looked at the dark tablet, and his body trembled slightly.

The red bean pastry in the palm of my hand began to fall into crumbs, and the fine rice-white oil pastry was scattered on the dark floor, which was particularly dazzling.

He paused, quickly took out a wet wipe and wiped the floor clean. The densely packed invisible band-aids on the palms of his fingers were wet and the edges were slightly curled up.

Chi Qinghe noticed it and immediately hid his hands behind his back, wearing gloves awkwardly while talking to divert attention, but he couldn't hide the trembling in his voice.

"After spending more time together, I found that he was actually very cute and clingy, though he could be a little willful at times. When he was around, it was like being surrounded by a beautiful kitten. I couldn't help but tease him."

"But don't tease him too much, or he'll throw a tantrum and deliberately turn away and ignore you for about thirty seconds."

"Thirty seconds later, he would turn around on his own, but every time he would look downcast with a look of grievance, and his mouth would be full of oil."

"So I'm used to pulling him back the moment he turns away. I don't need to say anything, I just need to hug him or hold his hand. It's very simple, but it can make him happy for a long time."

When he said this, Chi Qinghe lowered his head even more, and the movements of his hands slowed down. His whole body was tense, as if he was suppressing something.

"He's also very good at acting like a spoiled brat. Because he has a bad stomach, he can't eat many things, but he's also very greedy. Every time I catch him, he'll act like a spoiled brat while quickly stuffing evidence of the crime into his mouth."

"When I'm with him, I can't bear to say a harsh word to him, nor can I bear to make him sad..."

"But I always seem to break my promises."

The pastries on the porcelain plate had just been stacked when they were unexpectedly wetted by the round teardrops.

The young man knew he had made a mistake and quickly reached out to wipe it away, but emotions are sometimes so unreasonable. The more he wanted to make amends, the more out of control things became.

The clean and tidy cuffs were covered with incense ash, debris, and oil spots, looking so messy and disheveled that it was hard to imagine that he was a mysophobe.

His back was hunched and his head had dropped to the ground. His semi-curled posture perfectly concealed all expressions. Only his faintly trembling shoulders could reveal his true emotions.

Without any support, even if he collapses, he will only bury himself in a silent corner and digest it on his own.

His strength always seemed to be accompanied by pain...

The candlelight seemed to dim a lot at this moment, and the kneeling young man's shadow was pushed very long, climbing up to a corner of the tablet.

"Boom-"

The tablet fell to the floor.

It seemed to have a spirit. Seeing that its child was wronged, it was extremely anxious. It was clearly the most inappropriate place to move, but it rolled around several times and came to the young man's hand.

"I didn't cry."

Chi Qinghe's teeth trembled as he forced himself to suppress the sourness in his throat and repeated it in a hoarse voice.

"I didn't cry..."