He said he doesn't love me

May 23rd, early morning.

A man rang the doorbell of Binrui Garden. The breeze brought the fragrance of flowers, and the door was opened with the sound of slow and steady footsteps.

When Tang Yihe saw the person coming, she couldn't help but frowned: "Who could make you so embarrassed?"

Song Qingchuan blinked, handed him the thing in his hand, and slowly said: "Master Tang, you are joking. My kung fu is not high to begin with, so it is inevitable that I will be embarrassed."

"Come in and talk." Tang Yihe didn't take the thing, but turned and went into the house. The air was quiet for a moment, and Song Qingchuan followed with his head down.

Perhaps it was still early, and besides Tang Yihe, the only person left in the room was her aunt who was busy in the kitchen.

Song Qingchuan glanced around inconspicuously, but didn't find anything wrong. This made him a little undecided for a moment.

Who is Tang Yihe? How could he know nothing when he was surrounded by people?

Did he deliberately let those people appear around? Or, were those people Tang Yihe's?

"Have some tea." Tang Yihe poured him a cup of Longjing tea, then sat down and looked directly at the person in front of him.

The man's face was pale, but his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he hadn't slept well, and his hair was messy. It would be better to say that he was a beggar than Song Qingchuan. But his clothes were clean as new. What puzzled Tang Yihe was his hands, which were wrapped in messy bandages. The bandages were a little dirty, completely different from the clean clothes, and also very different from the adjectives others used to describe Song Qingchuan.

Tang Yihe retracted his gaze and asked, "Sir, why have you come all the way here?"

Song Qingchuan glanced at him, as if he disagreed with what this person said. He curled his lips and said, "Young Master Tang, how could you not know the purpose of my coming here?"

"Oh, Mr. Song Qingchuan comes and goes without a trace, how can I know your purpose?" Tang Yihe took a sip from the cup and said with a smile, "Do you need me to call a doctor over?"

He looked at Song Qingchuan's hand, wondering who would dare to openly go against this man, even if they were not afraid that he would do some shameful things behind his back?

Song Qingchuan saw that he had been looking at his hand, and then he realized that he was worried about his injury. He pursed his lips and removed the bandage. Tang Yihe was surprised by his behavior, but did not stop him.

People with a little talent tend to have some bad habits.

What's more, the person in front of him is Song Qingchuan, the person his parents spent eight million to find out his whereabouts, and he is one of the few Song Qingchuans who can save Sun Yichu.

"Thank you for your concern, Master Tang. My hand is not injured." Song Qingchuan spread his palm towards him and explained, "Three days ago, I was chased by someone. Fortunately, an old friend rescued me and I was able to escape."

He raised his eyes to look at Tang Yihe and said calmly: "I can cure the young master's poison, but I have a favor to ask. If the young master Tang can agree to my conditions, I can cure the young master's poison today."

Tang Yihe raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "Why do you think you are qualified to negotiate with me?"

Song Qingchuan was stunned, and his breathing became rapid. He couldn't ignore Chu Wen's death, and he couldn't help but avenge his master.

But he was alone and helpless, and if he went alone, he would definitely not return. If he could get this person's protection, then he would have the entire Black Crow behind him. Then he would naturally have the possibility and opportunity to take revenge...

"My conditions are very simple. I just need Master Tang to protect me while protecting the young master." Song Qingchuan was not good at speaking, and it took all his courage for him to go to China alone.

Chu Wen's death made him regret coming here. But his master's last words were not yet completed, so he had to come to Tang Yihe, hoping that she would save his life, even for Sun Yichu, and not let anything happen to him.

"Song Qingchuan, the person who hurt Yichu that day was you, right?" Tang Yihe put down the teacup and tapped it lightly on the table.

The crisp sound made Song Qingchuan tremble. He took a deep breath, knowing that the other party was going to settle accounts with him, but he still did not back down: "Master Tang, detoxification requires blood. Otherwise, if the wrong medicine is used, the young master will be in trouble before the poison takes effect. I had no choice but to hurt him. If you want to blame me, I have nothing to say."

"...Then where is your medicine?" Tang Yihe naturally knew that this person's method of detoxification was different from that of his master, but he was just asking casually.

Song Qingchuan lowered his eyelids and said apologetically, "When I was being chased, the bottle for taking blood was accidentally broken... So, I need to borrow some more. I hope Master Tang doesn't think I did it on purpose."

"It's up to you." Tang Yihe rubbed his brows. As long as he could save people, it would only be a few cuts. His parents wouldn't say anything. He looked up at the second floor and asked, "How sure are you? And... how do I know if you will take advantage of the situation and attack my brother?"

"If I were to attack him, he wouldn't have survived until today, right?" Song Qingchuan's face turned cold, and he stood up to leave. "I'm here to rescue the son of an old friend on the orders of my master. Since Young Master Tang is so suspicious, I have to take my leave." He bowed to Tang Yihe and turned to leave.

Tang Yihe narrowed her eyes and said, "Slow down."

Song Qingchuan turned his head and looked at him, "Master Tang, is there anything else?"

"Mr. Lan Ying...when did he pass away?" When Tang Yihe heard the word "last will", she knew that Mr. Lan Ying must be no longer in this world.

"...Five years ago." Song Qingchuan clenched his palms, "Master Tang, you can consider my conditions. After all, your brother can't wait. I am only 70% sure now. After all, the poison has been in his body for three years. If it is delayed any longer, I am afraid that even if our master is resurrected, it will be of no use!"

"I can agree to your conditions, Song Qingchuan. I can protect you, but you must save my brother." Tang Yihe also stood up and walked in front of him. "Sun Yichu is the future master of the Black Crow. If you save him, as long as the Black Crow exists, you will be a hero. By then, let alone protecting you, I'm afraid no one will dare to provoke you."

What kind of existence is the Black Crow? It is the leader of the Three Dark Ones. Even if there is internal strife and division, it still exists today. At that time, the Black Crow will announce that Song Qingchuan is protected by the Black Crow, and no one will dare to touch him.

Song Qingchuan naturally understood, so he came.

"Master Tang, thank you very much." Song Qingchuan breathed a sigh of relief, "But... you seem to have said something wrong."

"What?" Tang Yihe looked at him in surprise. He thought about it carefully but didn't find out what he had said wrong.

Song Qingchuan smiled and said, "The future master of Black Crow can only be you, not the young master."

"...How is it possible? I am not their biological child. How could such a fortune be left to me?" Although Tang Yihe was unwilling to admit it, this was the fact.

From the moment Sun Yichu came back, he no longer dared to covet the family property. He knew his own limitations and understood that those things could never belong to him.

Song Qingchuan shook his head calmly, "Compared to him, Young Master Tang's methods are really terrifying. What kind of place is Black Crow? It's a quagmire where people are eaten without leaving any bones. Young Master Tang naturally knows the disgusting part. Think about it, if Young Master Sun takes over Black Crow, will he still have a way to survive?"

If a fair-skinned, harmless person took over the Black Crow, his subordinates would surely be dissatisfied and outsiders would despise him.

Since the existence of Xuan Ya, every head of the family can be said to be ruthless and merciless. It is only by making a name for themselves that they can avoid being slaughtered by others.

Tang Yihe thought about it, but still didn't quite believe it, "Are you saying this to sow discord between us?"

"No, Master Tang, I said this just because I hope you can trust me." Song Qingchuan shook his head. "Those people hurt your brother, but they also hurt my master. Three days ago, they killed my lover. I will definitely make them live a life worse than death. But Master Tang, don't doubt a person if you don't employ him, and don't doubt a person if you employ him. Don't worry, since I have chosen you, you are Black Crow's people."

Tang Yihe looked at his face carefully, and suddenly grinned, "Then I'll trouble you with Yichu's matter, sir."

Song Qingchuan smiled back, "You're welcome, young master."

"Sit down. It's tiring to stand." Tang Yihe smiled and sat down again. "Sir, you came to us. Do you have a target for revenge?"

"Yes." Song Qingchuan handed the thing in his hand again. Tang Yihe only took a look and a hint of intriguing smile appeared in his eyes.

It was a dagger inlaid with jade and jewels. It was very beautiful, but at the same time, it also exuded a strange chill.

"Lan Yi..."

Tang Yihe murmured a name, and saw Song Qingchuan nodded, "This thing is exactly the same as the one my master had."

This word is very clever, exactly the same, but not definitely the same.

"Just exactly the same?" Tang Yihe took it and looked at it, then he found that the dagger was very blunt and not enough to kill people. He thought that this thing should not be what Song Qingchuan mentioned.

"Yes, I found this thing on Chu Wen. It is exactly the same as the one that killed my master, but it is not the same dagger." Song Qingchuan frowned and looked at Tang Yihe. "My master was killed by this dagger, but you can see that the one in my hand is very blunt and cannot kill anyone."

They were all smart people, so Tang Yihe naturally understood what he meant. He touched his chin, "So you think someone deliberately misled us to suspect Shang Lanyi?"

Lan Yi is Minglang's man, and Minglang's people are loyal to Sun Yichu and will never take action easily.

But the one who hunted down Sun Yichu was Ming Lang. If Tang Yihe was not smart, he would definitely point the finger at Lan Yi and Ming Lang as soon as he saw this thing.

By then, Xuan Ya and Ming Lang will fight each other, and both will suffer losses...

"Dark Kite?"

Tang Yihe touched the dagger and it was indeed very similar to Lan Yi's. But he had the honor of seeing Lan Yi wielding a knife, and the blade of that knife was smooth and beautiful, which was completely different from this one.

Not only is this dagger blunt, but even the material of the blade is extremely sloppy and perfunctory. It seems that someone did this deliberately, wanting to see Xuan Ya and Ming Lang both suffer losses so that they can reap the benefits.

"It seems that someone wants to reduce our combat power first." Tang Yihe's expression was stern. "How long will it take to detoxify?"

"Three hours." Song Qingchuan said.

"Okay, after the poison is removed, you follow him and move to another place. I want to do something big." Tang Yihe raised his hand and rubbed his earlobe. Although he was smiling, his smile was discreet.

Song Qingchuan swallowed his saliva. Outsiders all said that Tang Yihe was easier to get along with than Feng Xu, but if they really stood in front of this person, they would probably give up this idea immediately.

Feng Xu was scary because he was afraid that no one would know what he was planning without showing his true intentions. Tang Yihe was scary because he was always smiling, even if his hands were stained with blood, he would never stop smiling.

It's simply a smiling devil.

"I will follow Young Master Tang's arrangements." He said respectfully, "I also hope that in the end, Young Master can give me a chance to take revenge myself, so that I can kill my enemy with my own hands."

"Of course." Tang Yihe drank the tea in the cup and sent a message to his father, asking them to cooperate with him in acting out a play so that when the fake scene was indistinguishable from the real thing, he would bring people to catch all the rats in one fell swoop.

Feng Xu naturally agreed readily, but asked him to protect himself and Yi Chu.

Tang Yihe originally didn't think much of it when she saw him asking her to protect Yichu, but when she looked carefully, she saw that her father also asked her to protect herself.

He curved his eyebrows. No matter whether he or Sun Yichu would be the future master of Black Crow, his parents' feelings towards them would probably be the same.

"Master, breakfast is ready." Auntie walked out of the kitchen and said.