The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

"Xiao Qiu, what's going on? Steward Lin won't let me see the old man. How can this be..."

In the apartment, Hong Li held her crying son and followed Chi Qiu, asking questions non-stop.

"Hurry up and tell me, did something happen at the banquet? Is the old man sick? I'm not saying anything bad about you, but why don't you try your best? He is so impressed that a man from another family can get Mr. Chi's attention. Logically speaking, you are his biological brother, and we are related by blood. Why don't you pay attention to your own affairs?"

Chi Qiu walked out of the room and took a cup to drink water. Hong Li followed him with the child in her arms, nagging and blaming him.

Chi Qiu, who was standing at the bar, had just taken a sip of water. He listened to his mother's noisy voice and his brother's constant crying. He pressed his fingertips and endured it again and again, but Hong Li was still chattering behind him.

"Now you've lost even the job Chi Hua gave you. What can I say to you? Why don't you go and beg your grandfather to find you a new job? Oh, Haohao, don't cry. Let's go see Grandpa tomorrow, okay?"

"boom!"

Chi Qiu was overwhelmed by the woman's loud voice and the child's shrill cry. His suppressed emotions burst out and he slammed the water cup in his hand to the floor.

In the past, even if he disagreed with what his mother said, he would patiently respond.

But in the past few days since he came back from the old house, he was in a very depressed mood. He was lectured after just being out for a short while, and the irritability and anger that had been accumulating in his heart for days was completely ignited.

The glass exploded and water splashed. Hong Li, who was coaxing her child, was frightened and quickly stepped back to protect her youngest son.

The child in her arms cried even louder, obviously frightened by the noise, and choked with sobs.

After Hong Li realized what was happening, she started scolding Chi Qiu:

"Chi Qiu, what are you doing! You scared Haohao! Haohao, be good and don't cry, brother is naughty."

"Chi Hao, Chi Hao! You only care about your Chi Hao, Hong Li. What about me? What am I? A tool for you to force the emperor to abdicate in your previous failure?"

Chi Qiu turned around abruptly, looking at the ignorant woman in front of him who only knew how to rely on her child to get ahead, and his inner decadence almost hit the bottom.

"What are you doing? Are you questioning your mother? Chi Qiu, I gave birth to you, raised you, and sent you to the Chi family... Is this how you treat me? I asked you to compete more and to please the old man. Am I harming you?"

As a mother, Hong Li was also annoyed when her son called her by her full name. Her hot temper prompted her to immediately retort.

"Oh, old man, didn't you ask me why I couldn't see him? I'm telling you, the old man was put under house arrest by Chi Zhen! He is nothing now!"

He reached out and overturned the dishes on the table, causing the porcelain pieces to shatter and clink.

Hong Li was so shocked by Chi Qiu's condition that her momentum weakened a little. After hearing what the other party said, she was completely stunned.

"Competition? Tell me what you can compete with. Chi Yu has already decided on Chi Xuanming! You said he treats You Mu well? That's because he likes You Mu! Who am I? In this Chi family, my status and position are inferior to others, and I don't get any favor. What can I use to compete!"

"Tell me! How should I fight for it!"

After relieving his internal heat, Chi Qiu breathed heavily, and his reasoning gradually returned amid his brother's quiet sobs and hiccups.

He looked at the mess on the floor, turned around silently, ignored his mother in the living room, and went back to his room to lock the door.

He planned carefully, kept a low profile in the Chi family, and endured for so long, but in the end, everything was in vain.

Chi Qiu was unwilling, but he had no choice.

Collapsing on the carpet, the faces of the Chi family flashed through his mind again and again, and Chi Qiu just felt tired.

In the dark night, the phone screen suddenly lit up and started to vibrate.

After a long pause, Chi Qiu picked up the phone. He didn't want to answer the phone because of the strange number, but the other party kept calling.

Finally, he unlocked the phone with his fingertips and answered the call.

"Who is it?" Chi Qiu was a little annoyed. He didn't know which unfamiliar person would call him.

"Do you want to take over the Chi family's assets?"

His heart skipped a beat, and Chi Qiu sat up abruptly and asked.

"……Who are you?"

"The old man likes you. As long as the biggest obstacle in front of you is gone, the Chi family will be yours. There is nothing to be afraid of Chi Xuanming. What you need to do is... kill Chi Zhen."

He couldn't make out the man's voice, and listening to the other party's straightforward words, he only felt frightened and absurd.

"What are you talking about, what on earth are you..."

"Beep beep..."

The other party hung up and Chi Qiu had no chance to ask any more questions.

He looked through the call records and called back, only to find that the anonymous number was no longer in service.

Who is it?

Why do you say... that?

Kill... Chi Zhen? This is simply a foolish dream. How could he...

…if…if…

The phone slipped out of his hand as his body trembled slightly, and Chi Qiu couldn't help but be moved by this idea that he knew was impossible.

In the darkness of the night, he leaned against the head of the bed, unaware of the golden light in his eyes that had disappeared after he hung up the phone.

At the Song family's house, late at night, Song Shuang pushed open her son's door and got up as usual to check on her son.

But this time, my son, who usually sleeps well, was actually sitting by the bed.

Turning on the night light, Song Shuang walked over and rubbed her son's head.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Looking down and seeing the phone in Song Moyang's hand, Song Shuang took it away and reminded him, "Didn't mom tell you? You can't play for too long at night. Baby needs to go to sleep."

But she didn't get a response. Her son beside the bed still had his head down and was silent.

Song Shuang, who was used to the other party's silence, did not pay too much attention to it. She leaned sideways to smooth the corner of the quilt, and thus missed the inorganic golden light in her son's eyes.

"Okay, let's play tomorrow and go to bed. Even if you want to chat with your cousin Xiaomu, you have to wait until tomorrow." The woman was unaware as she pulled her son to lie down, tucked the quilt in for him again, stroked the child's forehead, and turned away.

The night light in the room was on. Song Moyang opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at the mobile phone on the bedside table. He remained silent but his brows were slightly furrowed.

He just...