Disbelief

"I heard that the young master married the courtesan of the brothel, and the old slave is still puzzled. Today, I can't think of it as a picky look, but why did it fall into the eyes of the young master of my Qi family..." The slave folded his arms and looked straight at him. Rong Che secretly glanced at Qi Xiao from the corner of his eye.

"Butler Zhong." Qi Xiao pulled Rong Che behind him, "Back when you followed my father and helped him kill people, set fires, and rob houses, you naturally saw more beauties... Why? Did my wife lose those beauties? It's kind of dusty... that's why you don't like it?"

"Master!" The house slave was startled and retreated resentfully.

Qi Xiao followed the slave's gaze, and Qi Wujin was standing not far away, looking at him steadily.

"Daddy!" Qi Xiao shouted.The other party turned around and left without paying attention...

Qi Xiao was depressed.He obviously doesn't blame his father, so why does he always like to talk about these old things and slander others.

Thinking about it, he laughed himself.

It's just the nature of that population.

"Let's go." Qi Xiao called out Rong Che's name.

He felt his cuff being grabbed.Then he safely and slowly took that person away...

After nearly a year of depression, Qi Wujin died of illness.

dying.Qi Wujin held Qi Xiao's hand and sat beside the table, just like when he was young, he stroked Qi Xiao's head and said to him: "Son, I am your father."

"Did you know? Your mother is still alive... in the 'Jiangnan Umbrella Workshop' in the capital. That shop was annexed by our Qi family back then, and I gave her the branch shop... She didn't want me to tell you. She Said that she didn't want to see you and me again, and she will die forever..." Qi Wujin burst into tears, "Go back and see her, don't tell her I'm dead..."

Qi Xiao choked.

"Do you know old man Chu's tomb? Bury me there...I want to know..."

"Daddy!..." Qi Xiao lost his voice.

The corners of Qi Wujin's lips curled up.He stroked Qi Xiao's head like he did when he brought Qi Xiao back to the mansion seven years ago: "A good battle doesn't cry."

Qi Xiao looked at his serene brows, his eyes filled with mist...

"Chu case, Chu Wenrong. Have you ever pitied me?"

"Ah Redundant. It was my fault..."

It never ends.