you are a star

In the Liang mansion in the middle of the night, there is only the sound of rain, and there is also a shadow gradually emerging from the darkness, lurking in the rainy night with a murderous look.

Liang Feicheng threw a wad of bright yellow paper money into the brazier, his stern profile cast a dark shadow in the firelight.

Fan Qi stood under the porch, looked back several times, the mourners had left, Liang Feicheng knelt there all the time, burning paper money.

After careful calculation, since Qiao Nan knelt down, he has been there without moving more than half a minute.

At this moment, Steward Feng hurried to the side hall in the rain, and before he could wipe off the rainwater from his clothes when he came down from the porch, he asked Fan Qi in a low voice, "Did the third young master never wake up?"

Fan Qi shook her head, pursed her lips and remained silent.

The butler sighed and stepped in. He walked quickly to Liang Feicheng who was kneeling in front of the mourning hall, "Third young master, the old man asked you to go to the main hall."

The hand that threw the paper money stopped, Liang Feicheng raised his cold eyes, and his eyes fell on Qiao Nan who was kneeling there with his head down all the time.

The woman's thin body looked more and more fragile under the candlelight.

He looked at her intently, with a shadow under his eyes, and hummed in a low voice, "I'll be there later."

main hall.

The old man was sitting on the sofa, leaning on a cane with both hands and trembling all over, as if he had aged a lot overnight, his hair was gray, his eyes were red, and his lips were pale and pursed.

How sad it is to lose a child.

Hearing the sound of steady footsteps, he suddenly raised his head, and tremblingly threw the crutch in his hand out!
With a bang, it fell under the porch!
The tap of the crutch barely brushed against Liang Feicheng's shoe.

"You intercepted the person I sent to Ancheng?!"

Mr. Liang's tone was completely angry, without the slightest doubt. Looking at Yanjing City, and even the country, who would dare to stop his people?

Liang Feicheng came from the side hall without holding an umbrella and asking no one to follow him. The hair on his forehead was drooping wetly, his dark brown pupils were hidden in it, and his expression was hard to distinguish.

"What did you send people to Ancheng for?"

The old man's hands trembled, pointing in the direction of the side hall, and said in a hoarse voice: "That woman killed my son, she killed my son!"

"So you're going to kill her grandma?" Liang Feicheng's calm voice suppressed strong restraint, he raised his eyes, and the darkness in his eyes was raging wildly.

"I said that I will give you an explanation, and you don't need to touch her family!"

"Confession?" Mr. Liang suddenly raised his voice, his gray beard trembled violently, and his face turned pale, "This is your confession to me, Liang Feicheng, you left this woman behind, did you see that she killed her?" killed my son! You brought her back from the police station!"

With a lump in his throat, he took a few breaths, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

"She killed my son, she killed my son!"

The dagger pierced his son's abdomen, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Liang Feicheng's eyes turned red, his fingers clenched suddenly, and his jaw line tensed and trembled.

The old man looked at him suddenly, with a cold light in his eyes, panting heavily: "I won't let her go, I won't be as soft-hearted as I was three years ago, no matter what you do or say, I will kill you That woman avenged my son!"

Liang Feicheng clenched his loosened fingers again, looked at him, without any change of expression on his face, and said flatly: "The killer you planted around the side hall has been controlled by my people, you led me here Come, just to kill her, right?"

Mr. Liang's eyes trembled, he gritted his teeth suddenly, trembling with anger.

That was the killer he kept in the dark. A wealthy and powerful family like the Liang family always had a force behind their backs, with extraordinary abilities, not ordinary mercenaries could resist.

Liang Feicheng's team, the last time he was going to take Qiao Nan to the hospital to see his ears, he had already experienced it and knew exactly what his hole cards were. How could his people control the killer he planted?
"What have you done behind my back all these years?"

He suddenly realized that the young man in front of him had really grown up. He was no longer holding a gun to his forehead and threatening him not to touch Qiao Nan and Qiao Nan's family three or four years ago.

He is already a person who can cultivate terrifying power in the dark, and if he is caught off guard, he is hard to guard against.

The wings have been plumped to the point where he cannot reach.

"I don't want to fight with you." Liang Feicheng's thin lips drew a cold arc, and the restrained sharpness between his brows and eyes overflowed the slightest bit. "So don't challenge my bottom line, Qiao Nan, you can't kill."

Old Man Liang suddenly gasped for breath, and pointed at Liang Feicheng with trembling fingers: "Okay, Liang Feicheng, you're doing well, you—"

"Old man!" The butler's expression changed, and he hurried over.

Mr. Liang closed his eyes tightly, bit his lips and teeth tightly, and collapsed on the sofa tense and stiff!

……

In the side courtyard, Mr. Liang had just woken up when he saw Liang Feicheng standing by the bed. His eyes suddenly widened, his whole face flushed, and he couldn't stop shaking!

"You... you all get out of here."

The butler went out and closed the door.

Suddenly I heard the sound of something knocking over inside, vaguely it was the old man's raised voice, but it was hard to hear anything.

Having worked in the Liang mansion for decades, he knew that whenever the old man kicked them out and talked to Liang Feicheng alone, it was definitely not something he could eavesdrop on.

In the room, Liang Feicheng was standing beside the bed, wearing a pure black suit, showing a dignified aura from a top aristocratic family.

The old man's eyes were red, and he was shaking with anger, "Liang Feicheng, you rebellious son!"

"Do you know who she killed? Today, I will tell you, who is yours who she killed!"

Liang Feicheng hadn't called him father since he was 15 years old, and he vaguely felt that Liang Feicheng had noticed something.

But no one knew about the scandal of the Liang family except the person involved, so he felt that he was worrying too much.

But right now, at this very moment, Liang Feicheng was standing beside the bed, dressed in a cold black suit, his wet hair hanging on his forehead covered his dark brown eyes that could see through people's hearts, and he was silently looking at him.

He said word by word: "I have known for a long time. Those past events, the things that you thought no one would know, I know. Now should I call you father or grandpa?"

His tone of voice was obviously the same as usual, even more low and cold.

But it makes people feel that he is mocking.

Mr. Liang coughed violently. He sat up tremblingly with his hands on the bed, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be getting thinner. Looking at him in disbelief, he said in a hoarse voice, "So you already knew."