Scum attack, your father is here!

"Why do you always feel that Xuejin is dead? Didn't Xuejin tell you?"

Because Zhong Xuejin has already returned to Zhong’s house, Qi Qingyun always took it for granted in her subconscious mind that Zhong Xue told Zhong Zhichun and Zhong Yurong the fact of her rebirth as early as possible, so that Zhong Yurong said that Zhong Xuejin was dead. Qi Qingyun's first reaction was to be confused and puzzled, and of course, he took advantage of the opportunity to express his doubts.

Zhong Yurong obviously didn't understand what Qi Qingyun meant, the two of them seemed to have staggered the frequency of thinking resonance at this time, and they were not on the same channel at all.

Zhong Yurong was stunned for a long time, then looked at Qi Qingyun dully, and slowly worked his brain to try to understand the meaning of Qi Qingyun's words, and said slowly:

"...What do you mean? What should I know, is Xuejin alive?"

Because Zhong Yurong didn't witness the scene when Qi Qingyun died, so even if someone ran over and said that it was Qi Qingyun himself who had resurrected and cheated the corpse, Zhong Yurong would accept it well; It is hard to believe that the same miracle will happen to him.

Because at the beginning, Zhong Yurong watched Zhong Xuejin die in front of her eyes, and the fire even burned Zhong Xuejin's body to a hideous mottled state, and Zhong Yurong didn't even recover Zhong Xuejin's complete bones.

Besides, according to Zhong Xuejin's resolute personality, if she is really reborn, she will probably...

Thinking of this, Zhong Yurong's eyes suddenly became dark, like a dry well in the mountains, deep and dim.He lowered his eyelids slightly, letting the thick eyelashes cast a lingering shadow on his cheeks.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore, because when he thought of his younger brother, the heartache and pain spread densely along the heart to the nerve endings, as if thousands of ants were devouring the heart, and it was like countless cold blades mercilessly cutting blood vessels and flesh. Qi Qingyun's words undoubtedly sprinkled a handful of salt on his deepest and most painful wound, continuously burning his body and limbs, torturing his mind, and making his sanity almost collapse like a tide.

"........"

Qi Qingyun obviously did not expect that Zhong Yurong's reaction would be so great when Zhong Xuejin's death was mentioned, and she quickly understood one thing -

Zhong Xuejin didn't tell her brother and father about her rebirth at all.

But why?

If it is said that Zhong Xue kept a secret from herself and hid the truth of her rebirth from herself at the beginning, Qi Qingyun could understand.

After all, according to Zhong Xuejin's temperament, subconsciously, she always thought that Qi Qingyun's car accident was caused by her calling while Qi Qingyun was driving. She was afraid that Qi Qingyun would anger him, so she refused to recognize her all the time. Qingyun can barely accept this explanation by putting herself in her shoes for a while.

Besides, they are husband and wife, but they don't insist on being honest in everything, after all, who doesn't have a little secret?

But Zhong Yurong is different from Zhong Zhichun.

They are Zhong Xuejin's closest relatives. As relatives, they are people who can tolerate Zhong Xuejin's mistakes no matter what the situation is.

If he hadn't done some heinous thing, why did Zhong Xuejin keep concealing his rebirth?

Qi Qingyun didn't quite understand it, but it didn't prevent him from coming to his senses at this time, knowing that Zhong Xue hadn't revealed his identity to Zhong Zhichun and Zhong Yurong, he was a little annoyed for a while, and blamed himself for talking too fast.

Zhong Xue never confessed to Zhong Zhichun and the others, she must have her own reasons.

Qi Qingyun thought about it, and planned to get through with Zhong Xue first, and then tell Zhong Yurong about this, so as to avoid the outbreak of conflicts in Zhong's family because of her carelessness. After thinking about it, she pretended to be stupid and said:

"Brother, I haven't asked since I was reborn, where did Xue Jin go? Why do you all say he is dead?"

Zhong Yurong was silent for a moment. Following Qi Qingyun's words, his sluggish thinking slowly began to flow like condensed water. He mistakenly thought that Qi Qingyun didn't know the truth yet, so he glanced at him and opened his mouth with difficulty:

"You...don't be too sad."

He said shyly, ".....he died eight years ago."

"..." Even though he knew this fact a long time ago, Qi Qingyun couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart, he was suffocated, took a deep breath for a while, and it took a long time to recover, he wanted to put on a sad look No one would have guessed that the circles under his eyes were really red.

With a trembling voice, he asked the question in his heart that he had wanted to ask for a long time:

"...Yinyin, how did he die?"

"........"

Zhong Yurong didn't speak, shifted his gaze to the right, stared at the family portrait in front of the desk for a long time, then slowly closed his eyes, moved his lips, and uttered a few words in a cold voice, bit by bit, as if squeezed out from between his teeth Dead, difficult exception:

"... was burned to death."

"The fire burned for a full two hours. After the firefighters put out the fire, his body was charred and black, and he could no longer see his former appearance."

"I even..."

Zhong Yurong choked up for a moment, covered her head with her hands, her figure was lonely and helpless for no reason:

"I haven't even recovered his bones completely..."

"fire?"

Qi Qingyun only felt that a certain nerve in his mind was suddenly broken, and there was a distant bell ringing beside his ear, which was extremely crisp and clear, causing a slight tremor in the eardrum, which seemed to be a temptation, reminding him of that day, when the bell rang. The snow is all in what the psychological counselor said to himself.

What had he said to himself then?

Correct!

It's hot...so hot...

So, Zhong Xuejin was burned to death by the fire? !

Qi Qingyun stood up suddenly, completely unexpected that it was this development, cracks gradually appeared on her face, and she was no longer as calm as before.

Because of his emotional instability, he walked around the office twice before calming down. He took a deep breath, held Zhong Yurong's shoulders tightly with his palms, and looked at him at the same level. He tried to pretend to be calm, but his trembling wrists revealed The restlessness in his heart was overcome, and his voice was broken:

"...brother, tell me..."

"I beg you to tell me, Yinyin, why was he burned to death?!"

He didn't say the phrase "Why didn't you protect him well" in his heart, but his thoughts were clearly written on his face.

Zhong Yurong felt the excruciating pain on his shoulders due to the squeezed skin and muscles, slowly raised his head, stared at Qi Qingyun's dignified and even somewhat terrifying expression, looked at it for a long time, and suddenly laughed lowly:

"Ajun, I think it's better for you not to know."

"..." Qi Qingyun never expected that Zhong Yurong would hide it from him, his complexion suddenly turned livid, and just as he was about to ask further, there was a dull knock on the door, and immediately, Zhong Yurong's chief secretary rushed in anxiously holding the phone, his expression had lost his usual composure, and he seemed restless, and he didn't even apologize for his reckless behavior of interrupting the conversation between the two of them, and said very quickly:

"Mr. Zhong, it's not good, the chairman passed out in the hospital!"

Zhong Yurong was startled when he heard the words, and then, his face suddenly became embarrassed, he stood up abruptly, lifted his foot and walked out the door after me.

Qi Qingyun thought for a while, and followed, but was stopped by Zhong Yurong's secretary, politely with alienation:

"Hello, this is our Mr. Zhong's family business, you still..."

"He's going with me."

But Zhong Yurong opened his mouth for the first time, stood by the door, looked at Qi Qingyun with serious eyes, and said word by word:

"He's going with me."

........

Zhong Zhichun suffered from coronary atherosclerotic heart disease. On the way to the hospital, he fainted acutely. After being rushed to the ward, he came back to life. He leaned weakly on the head of the bed, but refused to Showing weakness, he looked at Zhong Yurong coldly, his voice was hoarse as if it had been worn by sandpaper, as thin as a gossamer:

"I thought you were too busy hanging out with that actor and ignored me, an old man."

Zhong Yurong paused for him to cover the quilt, and then calmly adjusted the angle of the pillow behind Zhong Zhichun after a while, Fang said:

"Dad, what age is it? Don't talk about one actor at a time. Xiao Xia is so sad to hear that."

"...you started to feel sorry for him before you got through the door?"

Zhong Zhichun was so angry that he couldn't figure out why the two sons he was most proud of in his life, one was so devoted to the poor boy and the other was so protective of the idiot beauty who didn't have any ink in his belly. It is a crazy challenge to his authority of more than 60 years.

What a waste of all his painstaking efforts to train them for so many years!

The more Zhong Zhichun thought about it, the more angry he was, he picked up his crutches, and the hard solid wood fell on Zhong Yurong's body again and again, densely like raindrops.

Although it was a little painful, it was not as frightening as he remembered. For some reason, Zhong Yurong suddenly felt at this moment that Zhong Zhichun was powerless in his attack.

....... In the past, the father who was extremely strict with him and was as indestructible as a mountain, after all the years of training, was also old after all.

"........"

Zhong Yurong raised his hand, slowly grasped Zhong Yurong's wrist like a dead tree branch, pressed it firmly, and said in a low voice:

"Father."

He is usually called Chairman Zhong Zhichun, and sometimes he is called Dad, but he is rarely called Zhong Zhichun's father.

Because Zhong Yurong would act so solemnly only when he had to discuss with Zhong Zhichun about important matters.

Zhong Zhichun was old and sick, but his mind was still clear. His sharp gaze like a falcon kept scanning Zhong Yurong's face. After a long while, he took a breath, put down the crutch in his hand, and said in a bad breath:

"Say."

"I'm here today, besides seeing you, I also want to tell you one thing."

Qi Qingyun's gentle smiling face flashed before Zhong Yurong's eyes, and his words "My son, I only hope he is happy and healthy" seemed to echo in his ears, and his tone paused slightly.

Zhong Yurong has never been a father, so it may be difficult to understand how much fatherly love and pity are contained in these words to Qi Qingyun.

Because standing at the coordinates of a 40-year-old life, looking back at the past, Zhong Yurong has rarely experienced the word love in his life. He knows in his heart that Zhong Zhichun may love him, but this kind of love is conditional and must be based on He can only give when he is good enough to carry the backbone of the Zhong Group.

Does unconditional love really exist in the world?

Zhong Yurong actually had doubts about this question.

He only knows that he and his younger brother Zhong Xuejin, since they were young, can only get a smile and a word of appreciation from Zhong Zhichun on the basis of getting full marks or A grades in schoolwork and studies, otherwise, they will be despised and belittled.

Zhong Zhichun would repeatedly tell the two brothers that they must be good enough, and they must hold the banner of the Zhong family's advancement, otherwise, they would be ashamed to be the descendants of the Zhong family.

Therefore, when Zhong Zhichun proposed to train Qi Yousui with all his strength, Zhong Yurong didn't even feel any problem, but felt that it was normal.

After all, didn't he and Zhong Xuejin come here in the same way?

But for some reason, after talking with Qi Qingyun, the values ​​that Zhong Yurong had always appraised in his heart were slightly shaken.

What if, what if he had a child too?

Would he want that child to live the same life as him?

Thinking of this, Zhong Yurong held Zhong Zhichun's fingertips tighter, and it took a long time to react, and let go as if hot, lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and said in a low voice:

"...Father, I would like to ask you...."

He paused for a moment, not daring to look into Zhong Zhichun's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Give up the cultivation of Yousui."

"At least, don't be so harsh on him."

After the most difficult sentence is said, it seems that the next one is not so difficult to mention.

Zhong Yurong raised her head, met Shang Zhong Zhichun's unbelievable eyes, and repeated in a low voice again, slowly as if she had a stone in her mouth, and she had to pause every time she said a word, a little staccato and hesitant:

"Father, treat You Sui better."

"...do you know what you're talking about?"

Hearing this, Zhong Zhichun's brows were completely frowned, his eyes were as cold as ice blades out of their sheaths, flashing a cold light that one couldn't look directly at, and there was a faint anger that made people chill, his voice was deep and deep, as if The thunder hidden deep in the ground will explode at the slightest movement, with immense power:

"Although he is of that surnamed Qi, he still has the blood of our Zhong family on his body!"

"Our Zhong family has gone from a hundred years ago to today. The shopping mall has been ups and downs, but it has not fallen down. If it weren't for the hard work and hard work of the Zhong family, you, and him, would have such a good life?!"

"If you don't let him study now, once I leave, you alone will be able to support the entire Zhong family with no children?! You're probably dreaming!"

Zhong Zhichun scolded his head and covered his face, but Zhong Yurong didn't respond. Instead, Zhong Zhichun was angrily covering his chest and coughing forcefully. It was as if his chest was being pressed hard by a big hand, and the suffocation and burning sensation instantly flooded his head like a tide. , made his eyes go dark, his breathing became rapid, he gasped for a few seconds, and almost rolled his eyes and passed out again.

Seeing this, Zhong Yurong was taken aback, and didn't dare to make Zhong Zhichun angry again, let alone argue with him about Qi Yousui.

He could only persuade him to lie down nicely, and after the other person's heart rate gradually calmed down, he walked out of the ward on the pretext of talking to the doctor, and stood outside smoking alone.

He didn't like smoking at first, so he finally found a place outside where smoking was allowed, but found that he forgot to bring his lighter, so he could not help but click his tongue irritably.

Zhong Yurong looked around for a while, but he didn't find anyone selling lighters in the hospital. With a cigarette in his lips, he lowered his head to send a message to his assistant, and was about to send it to him when his peripheral vision suddenly lit up. The side of his wrist lit up, and the stars were burning.

Zhong Yurong was taken aback for a moment, maintaining that posture, and asked Qi Qingyun to light a cigarette for herself. After a long time, she slowly raised her head:

"......"

"I'm in a bad mood." Qi Qingyun protected the flickering flame with his palm, glanced at him, and then lit a cigarette for Zhong Yurong.

"En." Zhong Yurong raised his eyelids and responded perfunctorily:

"I have cigarettes here, do you want to smoke?"

Qi Qingyun immediately refused: "I don't smoke."

Zhong Xue absolutely disliked the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on his body, so he had quit smoking for a long time.

Zhong Yurong paused when he heard the words, and didn't say anything, let alone ask more questions.Qi Qingyun smiled, and leaned against the wall with Zhong Yurong who knew it well, put one leg up, and looked at the blue sky in the distance side by side.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while, as if it was mixed with stagnant glue. When it was breathed into the lungs, it made people a little out of breath, and only felt that the heart seemed to be heavy, like a big stone was pressed.

Qi Qingyun was silent for a moment, her fingertips with clear knuckles and smooth lines like a work of art fiddled with the zippo in her hand, and suddenly there was a crisp sound of ding, directly tearing a hole in the quiet atmosphere.

Zhong Yurong let out a breath with a cigarette between her fingertips, and raised her head to look at him.

Qi Qingyun also turned her head, looked at him, and then asked slowly:

"What's wrong with Dad?"

"Coronary heart disease, which has been delayed for too long, plus some other old diseases, is now combined, and the situation is much more complicated than ordinary coronary heart disease. Besides, he is already old now, and the functions of various organs in his body are always in decline. There are lesions in the blood vessels and central nervous system, and there is not enough medical power in China to perform coronary artery bypass surgery on him, otherwise there may be extremely serious complications.”

Zhong Yurong took a deep puff of cigarette, and kicked the stones by his feet irritably:

"Since Xuejin and his mother both died, he doesn't seem to cherish his body too much. He doesn't tell me when he's sick. He insists on going to the company to deal with things. Recently, he feels that his health is not good enough. I guess In the few years left, and seeing that I have no children in my forties, I was in a hurry to train You Sui, so that he could join the Zhong family early to help me."

"......" Qi Qingyun was silent for a moment, and only after a while did she remember to change the topic:

"Is that conservative treatment now?"

"Well, let's take a step and take a step now. My dad has such a temper. Before he saw with his own eyes that the Zhong family has a suitable next helm, he didn't die so easily."

Zhong Yurong twitched the corners of her mouth jokingly, as if to ease the atmosphere, and she didn't know whether she was comforting herself or Qi Qingyun. After a while, seeing Qi Qingyun's dignified expression, she shrugged her shoulders, as if helpless:

"So, it's really not up to me to decide on the matter of being a year old now. I still have to let the old man let go."

"Otherwise, if I openly disobey him, once he gets angry at me, my mother will jump out and beat me, an unfilial son, when she is under the Nine Springs."

".........knew."

Qi Qingyun rubbed her temples irritably, turned around and walked towards the ward, leaving a sentence:

"Your status is embarrassing now, let me tell him in person."

"Oh, you..."

Zhong Yurong looked at Qi Qingyun's tense side face, and hesitated to speak:

"But........"

"As the father of You-year-old, I am more qualified than Dad to discipline You-year-old."

Qi Qingyun opened her mouth casually, but her tone was unquestionable, looking at Zhong Yurong with a serious expression:

"I didn't come back before, but now that I'm back, my father has to take care of me when I'm old, and no one can force him."

........

tuk tuk-

A knock on the door came from the gap, shattering the silence of the whole life.

Zhong Zhichun is old, and his sleep was shallow, but he woke up with a start, staring at the pale ceiling above his head for a while with his slack, cloudy pupils, and it took him a long time to realize where he was. Get up, hoarse voice:

"Xiao Qi, do you need me to deal with something in the company?"

Before he fell asleep, he told his assistant that once something important happens in the company, no matter whether he is resting or not, he must be woken up immediately.

Qi Qingyun's footsteps paused, and it took a long time to realize that the "Xiao Qi" that Zhong Zhichun said was not calling him, she moved her fingertips on the doorknob, turned her steps, and closed the door behind her.

"......"

At this moment, Zhong Zhichun slightly turned his back to Qi Qingyun, closed his eyes and rested his mind, as if he was waiting for his assistant to answer his question, but after a long time, he didn't wait for any response, so he couldn't help opening his eyes:

"........."

When he opened his eyes, when his eyes fell on the figure of the young man hidden in the shadows in the corner of the room, Zhong Zhichun suddenly became aroused, and his whole body came to his senses. His experience in shopping malls for many years made him sit down instantly. He straightened his body, and touched under the pillow with trembling hands, until his fingertips touched the cold and dark object, he was slightly relieved, and said in a deep voice:

"Who is there?"

His voice was still as calm as ever, not angry and majestic, exactly the same as in Qi Qingyun's memory.

But Qi Qingyun had never been frightened by Zhong Zhichun in her previous life, and it was the same in this life. She even smiled breathlessly and slowly walked out of the shadows. Like a cloak, it slowly fell on Qi Qingyun's shoulders, coating his whole body with a faint soft light, which made Zhong Zhichun's eyes widen suddenly like seeing a ghost, his voice was so surprised that it almost broke his voice, and his face was so rare. With a gaffe, he said in amazement:

"Qi Qingyun?!"

"Dad, it's me."

Qi Qingyun stood still in front of Zhong Zhichun, lowered her eyes to look at this old man who was once incompatible with him, she was silent for a moment, her heart was complicated, she pursed her lips and didn't know what she was thinking, and it took a long time to break the room. Shen Ning:

"I'm here to see you."

After all, Zhong Zhichun is a person who has seen big scenes, and there was only a brief moment of shock on his face, but he quickly came back to his senses, forced himself to calm down, clenched the handle of the gun tightly, his eyes darkened, and looked at Qi Qingjun vigilantly , snapped:

"Are you human or a ghost?!"

He suspected that he was still in a dream.

"........"

Qi Qingyun laughed, and sat down in front of Zhong Zhichun with great interest, so that Zhong Zhichun could see his face clearly, and said in a low voice:

"Dad, I'm human."

He paused, then said:

"I am back."

As soon as the words fell, Qi Qingyun felt a chill between his brows, a cold iron object was pressed against his brows, the black hole was like the bloody mouth of a wild beast, just pressing a switch could instantly swallow him into death in the abyss.

Qi Qingyun's face was still calm, no different from before, she still calmly looked at Zhong Zhichun with bulging veins in her temples, and even sat forward, repeating in a low voice:

"Dad, I'm back."

Zhong Zhichun loaded the gun directly, pressed it against Qi Qingyun's eyebrows again, and drank:

"go out!"

He seemed to be extremely angry, his wrists were trembling constantly, his gaze was constantly shifting on Qi Qingyun's face, his heart was filled with turbulent waves, and a trace of horrified panic flashed in his eyes, but he still had a calm look on his face :

"You're already dead, what are you doing back here?!"

"I thought Dad would first ask me how I came back from the dead."

Qi Qingyun moved suddenly, before Zhong Zhichun could even see his movement clearly, the gun in his hand had already flashed into Qi Qingyun's hand.Qi Qingyun lowered her head, her fingertips were flying, and she unloaded the bullet neatly with little effort.

Zhong Zhichun's pupils shrank: "..."

Qi Qingyun Shi Shiran put all the golden bullets into his pocket, then handed the empty gun to Zhong Zhichun, without saying anything, only said:

"Dad, believe it or not, I'm back."

"When I come back this time, don't like me, and I don't make any demands. I just want you to follow me."

Zhong Zhichun heard Qi Qingyun's familiar tone, the horror in his eyes gradually turned into disbelief, he didn't expect Qi Qingyun to come back from the dead, and he almost said in a daze:

"You really......."

He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly he was angry, his eyes gradually turned red, covered with red blood, looking like an angry lion, he gritted his teeth resentfully:

"Qi Qingyun, you are really good at killing my Yao'er, and you can still crawl back from hell..."

Zhong Zhichun didn't know what stimulated him, but he laughed out loud, out of breath, a strand of gray hair hanging down, pointed at Qi Qingyun, his eyes were gloomy like those in the dark night The evil ghost wanted to rush forward, bit off a piece of meat from Qi Qingyun's body, and murmured:

"It was you who killed my youngest son...my youngest son..."

Qi Qingyun didn't expect Zhong Zhichun to say these words, she was stunned immediately, her heart was filled with surprise: "..."

He killed Zhong Xuejin? !When, why didn't he know? !

"I will not hand over Qi Yousui to you."

Zhong Zhichun didn't care whether Qi Qingyun was a human or a ghost, and said coldly:

"Although Qi Yousui's surname is Qi, he is also the only child left by my youngest son. He is the blood of the Zhong family. From tomorrow onwards, I will take him to my side and bring him up, and teach him until he inherits the Zhong family. that day."

"........I disagree."

Qi Qingyun said slowly: "The Zhong family still has a big brother, and it's not at all the time when he must be old enough to inherit."

"In a few years, I'm dead. Your elder brother is getting older and has been refusing to marry a wife and have children. How long can he support himself?"

Zhong Zhichun has always been prepared for a rainy day, prepared for danger in times of peace, coughed hard:

"I must bring Qi Yousui to my side to teach. From today on, Qi Yousui will be the new heir of the Zhong family."

"And you..." Zhong Zhichun paused heavily, raised his eyelids, revealing his indifferent pupils, gloomy like a cold pool under the moon, which couldn't reflect a single ray of light, so dark that it made people think Goosebumps all over:

"As Qi Yousui's biological father, you don't have to show up."

Qi Qingyun was almost about to be laughed at by Zhong Zhichun, he crossed his arms, and said coldly: "Dad is worried that you are still young, and my eldest brother is close to me. right?"

"..." Zhong Zhichun didn't speak, but he didn't deny it either.

In fact, Qi Qingyun was right.

Zhong Zhichun didn't like Qi Qingyun from the first time he saw Qi Qingyun.

It was a kind of vigilance and a sense of crisis similar to that of the same kind, just like the leader of the wolf pack found out that there was a young wolf cub with better "leader" potential in the wolf pack, so he couldn't help but confront it, trying to Drive it out of its own territory.

Zhong Zhichun has met many people, and he can see through Qi Qingyun's ambitions and methods under his gentle and cold appearance, not to mention Zhong Xuejin, even if Zhong Xuejin and Zhong Yurong add up, they may not be able to play with eight hundred The caring Qi Qingyun.

After all, Qi Qingyun, who was able to enter the society from the orphanage on his own, and led a group of young people to found the Zhongyi Group at a young age, is not a person in the pool or an idler at all.

However, Qi Qingyun rarely reveals his ambitions easily in front of others, but he can make people accept his values ​​in a subtle and silent manner, and can make many people admire him sincerely, work hard for him, and even mistakenly think that he is a A "good guy" in the traditional sense.

But apart from his character, what makes Zhong Zhichun most irritable is Zhong Xuejin's thoughts about Qi Qingjun. He will also gather his elder brother Zhong Yurong to offer it to Qi Qingyun willingly.

This kind of scene is unbearable just thinking about it.

Qi Qingjun didn't know that Zhong Zhichun thought so much at this moment, but he knew that no matter what, he couldn't dispel the suspicious Zhong Zhichun's worries, so he sighed for a while, and said in a low voice:

"Then what do you want to hand over You Sui to me?"

"Give You Sui to you?" Zhong Zhichun squinted his eyes at Qi Qingyun, confronted him silently, moved his chapped and sticky lips for a while, and proposed something that he thought was impossible:

"Unless...you give me back my youngest son."

"Unless you bring my youngest son back to life."

Zhong Zhichun repeated and said at the end, his voice was a little choked up:

"You give me back my youngest son, and I will give you back your son."

"..."

Qi Qingyun didn't speak, but took a look at Zhong Zhichun's lonely and hunched figure, her eyes were dark and unclear, she stood up for a while, said softly that I got it, and after a while, she lifted her feet and walked outside the door of the ward.

However, the moment he walked out of the ward door, Zhong Zhichun suddenly stopped him for some reason:

"Qi Qingyun."

Qi Qingyun paused, then turned around:

"what happened?"

"Now that Yao'er is not here, you don't have to pretend to be with me." Zhong Zhichun looked at Qi Qingyun's face, as if he wanted to find a trace of camouflage or lying on his face, "You always tell me that you were with Yao Do you really like him, or is it because of the power of the Zhong family?"

"........"

Qi Qingyun's hand on the doorknob tightened slightly, and then loosened after a while, raised her head, smiled, and said slowly:

"Dad, I think you really worry too much."

His voice is very slow, like the prelude of slow music that has just started, tasting the aftertaste on the tip of his tongue word by word:

"If I really want Zhong Shi, there's no need to wait until I marry Zhong Xuejin."

"......"

After finishing speaking, Qi Qingjun didn't care about Zhong Zhichun's widening eyes, smiled, and closed the door directly.

After he left, Zhong Zhichun was stunned for a long time before he realized it. When he touched his back, his palm was soaked in cold sweat, and his heart was still beating:

"........."

This person... After many years, Zhong Zhichun closed his eyes fiercely, and once again affirmed his judgment from the bottom of his heart——

He didn't miss him, Qi Qingyun was a more ruthless person than him.

If Qi Qingyun was her own son...

Zhong Zhichun slowly fell into the quilt, letting the shadow divide his face into light and dark halves, intertwined with loneliness and unwillingness, and finally had to admit one thing, that is:

If Qi Qingyun was his own son and received systematic successor training from an early age, then he would grow up to be the best leader of the Zhong family since its development.

.......

Qi Qingyun didn't care what Zhong Zhichun thought, after he learned of Zhong Zhichun's request, he rushed home with a sullen face.

I wanted to ask Zhong Xue to understand how he died that year, but I didn't expect that as soon as I got home, a group of servants surrounded me, as if something happened at home, everyone had something to say , scrambling to open their mouths, chirping like sparrows, unable to reach a unified caliber.

Qi Qingyun's head hurts from their quarrel. He was in a bad mood after talking with Zhong Zhichun, but when he saw this, he rubbed his temples and forcibly suppressed the irritability in his heart:

"I'll give you 3 minutes to choose someone to explain clearly to me, otherwise I won't do it."

"......"

The butler was instructed by Zhong Yurong to regard Qi Qingyun as one of the masters of the Zhong residence. Hearing this, he looked at each other for a while with all the servants before swallowing, staring at Qi Qingyun's solemn gaze, and walked up to the house. The wording was wrong before, Fang said:

"... When the young master was studying in the study, he suddenly fainted for some reason, and then developed a fever."

"What's the matter, didn't I tell you to let him have a good rest, and don't let him get up to study?"

The housekeeper choked, and after a while, he replied in fear: "The old Patriarch explained......"

It doesn't work if I do it for a long time.

After a wave of ups and downs, Qi Qingyun is almost annoyed to death by these people:

"Then why did he have a fever again? Why did he faint?"

"I don't know. The doctor said that he might be tired or catch a cold."

The housekeeper couldn't bear Qi Qingyun's coercion when he had a bad face. After all, he was guilty and said cautiously:

"Would you like to go and see him?"

"......"

Qi Qingyun was too lazy to give him another look, turned around and left.

He hurriedly stepped up the stairs, turned around and came to Qi Yousui's room, and saw Zhong Xuejin sitting next to Qi Yousui, looking worriedly at Qi Yousui who was comatose and burning, and from time to time he used his fingertips to touch Qi Yousui. Explore Qi's aged face.

Qi Yousui's whole face was so hot that he could almost cook an egg, his cheeks were also flushed abnormally, he could spit out a scorching breath, and whispered:

"Dad...Mom...don't go...."

"How is your son?"

Seeing this, Qi Qingyun's complexion was not good-looking, she lowered her head and pressed Qi Yousui's forehead to her forehead, tested the temperature slightly, then raised her head to look at Zhong Xuejin, her tone was inaudible:

"Why don't you look at him?"

"......"

Zhong Xue sensed that Qi Qingyun was in a bad mood, she moved her lips, subconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes with her fingertips, she lowered her head and said nothing: "..."

Qi Qingyun also realized that her tone was heavy, took a deep breath, stretched out her fingertips and touched Zhong Xuejin's head perfunctorily, trying to make a calm tone, and deliberately changed the subject:

"Maybe my son caught a cold from kicking the quilt at night, don't worry too much."

“…”

Zhong Xue could feel the warmth under Qi Qingyun's palm, the anxiety and tension in her heart were slightly relieved, but her heart did not let go.