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Chapter 34 Why Do You Think Xue is Dead?

Xia Xingfei was picked up by Zhong Yurong when he was just an adult, his temper has grown from being timid and lawless when he first met, and he has grown up under Zhong Yurong's protection for so many years, and he has never been wronged by anyone, and tears are falling down immediately After a while, crystal teardrops stuck to the black eyelashes, and she looked at Zhong Yurong with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful: "..."

He sniffled, his eyes were red from crying, and he choked up, "...Do you think I'm old, so you want someone younger to sleep with you?"

Zhong Yurong, who was ten years older than Xia Xingfei: "..."

He pressed the center of his brows with a headache, stood up, and carried Xia Xingfei, who was wronged to the point of impotence and fury, onto his shoulder with one hand. In the fierce struggle of the other party, he turned his head and said helplessly to Qi Qingyun:

"I'll tell you about the old age thing tomorrow."

Qi Qingyun nodded knowingly, thinking that the old house must be extinguished quickly if it is on fire, so she kindly made way for Zhong Yurong to take Xia Xingfei away.

Before leaving, Xia Xingfei seemed unwilling, and turned around to give Qi Qingyun a hard look with those red eyeballs, wishing he could fly over and bite a piece of flesh from Qi Qingyun.

Qi Qingyun pursed her lips, thinking that big brother Xindao is worthy of being a big brother, and only a big brother can bear such a hot-tempered Overlord Flower.

He still prefers Zhong Xuejin's gentle temperament, like a soft and harmless puppet cat, when he is angry, he just stares at him with big round eyes, even though he is very angry, he will occasionally pat him with a meat pad, But the spikes are always carefully kept away, not only does it not hurt, but it makes people want to tease him even more.

Thinking of this, Qi Qingyun turned around and came to the door of Qi Yousui's room, and gently opened the door.

The moonlight is cool, and the solitary frost is sprinkled on the ground, like the ripples of a cold pool, gently swaying, shaking out a deep silence in the room, making people unable to hold their breath and disturbed.

Zhong Xuejin had already taken a bath and lay down, sleeping next to Qi Yousui, and Qi Yousui had inherited Qi Qingyun's bad habit of sleeping dishonestly, rolling around like a kitten, and even going along with it. He pushed the quilt off the bed with his feet, but he was wearing thin pajamas, and suddenly he was cold and went straight into Zhong Xuejin's arms, his voice was soft and waxy, humming and chirping, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes softened for no reason due to sleepiness, like A poor and cute animal cub who has found a home.

Zhong Xuejin seemed to be woken up by the cold, but because he was too sleepy, he didn't open his eyes. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold his son in his arms, as if protecting him, and pulled Qi Yousui over, letting his head He pressed against his soft abdomen, then turned around, facing away from the open window and the fluttering curtains, blocking out all the cold wind, allowing Qi Yousui to draw warmth from his body, while he curled up slightly, It seemed to be shivering from the cold.

Qi Qingyun laughed angrily, sighed, and did not wake up the mother and son, but stepped forward and dragged the quilt back from the edge of the half-fallible bed, patted the dust on it, Covering Qi Yousui and Zhong Xuejin with it, then climbed onto the bed and hugged Zhong Xuejin from behind.

Sensing the heat behind her, Zhong Xue opened her eyes hazily, and vaguely called Qi Qingyun's name, and curled her lips a little aggrieved after receiving an affirmative response, and muttered:

"Why did you come back...... Did you...go to socialize again?"

His voice was still full of sleepiness, and he couldn't quite hear what he was saying, Qi Qingyun moved his ears, subconsciously leaned over, trying to hear what Zhong Xuejin was muttering in a low voice.

Although Zhong Xue was sleepy, her mind was still habitually stuck in the previous life when Qi Qingyun was socializing outside to start a business, she subconsciously turned around, put her nose on Qi Qingyun's collar and sniffed, After not smelling any alcohol, he grunted in satisfaction:

"No drink."

"...Don't drive after drinking, it's dangerous." Although Zhong Xuejin was half awake and half confused, her thoughts seemed to be pulled down by a thread, and her mind was a little unclear, but Still firmly remember to remind Qi Qingyun not to drive dangerously.

"...Didn't drink yet."

Qi Qingyun suddenly heard Zhong Xuejin's words clearly, and felt both funny and heartbroken, her eyes felt hot, her heart felt like being rubbed hard by a big hand, dense pain spread from the skin touching Zhong Xuejin to the nerve endings , so that he didn't know how to face Zhong Xuejin for a while.

An emotion called distressed took root in Qi Qingyun's heart like a seed, and then quickly sprung up, growing into dense vines that intertwined and formed a network, wrapping his lungs, forcing him to breathe slightly. Suffocated, my heart beats out of rhythm for a while.

He paused, and after a long time quietly approached, let Zhong Xuejin rest on his arm, patted the other's back lightly, and whispered comfortingly:

"I don't drink, and I don't go out to socialize... I just stay with you and my son, and I don't go anywhere..."

His voice swayed in the dark night, like throwing a stone into water, splashing slight ripples, but soon disappeared into nothingness, leaving only gentleness as before.

Qi Yousui and Zhong Xue heard the sound, and subconsciously they both seemed to know that Qi Qingyun was back, their breathing gradually became even, and they stopped making fuss. , like a cat and a kitten, curled up into a warm ball, nestled in Qi Qingyun's arms, with a reassuring look on his profile.

Qi Qingyun stared at Zhong Xuejin and Qi Yousui for a while under the moonlight, leaned over and kissed each of their brows, said goodnight softly, and then closed her eyes.

The next day.

Since Zhong Yurong had to go to work early in the morning, he sent Xia Xingfei back to the mansion in advance, but before leaving, the trustee gave Qi Qingyun his new private number, and told him to come to the company's office to find him if he had anything to do.

Zhong Xue never knew that Zhong Yurong and Qi Qingyun had already met, and she was very thankful that she persuaded Zhong Yurong to leave yesterday, so she woke up in a good mood in the morning. Normally, Qi Qingyun would take a long time to persuade her to take the medicine. After eating, he finished eating obediently, causing Qi Qingyun's eyebrows to relax, and taking advantage of Qi Yousui's inattention, she pulled him and kissed him in the bathroom for a long time.

Qi Yousui still looked like that, unable to escape Zhong Yurong's iron-blooded wrist, he could only reluctantly accept the devil training from the teacher, and the wailing sounded continuously for a while, and when the sun was just hanging above his head, his whole body was in a state of panic. Destroyed by those books and contents, he collapsed half-dead on the chair, his little face was pale, and he looked like he was exhaling too much and not inhaling.

His foundation was already unstable, and Qi Qingyun's step-by-step approach could barely be accepted by him, but what he was facing now was a mentor who had made great achievements in various fields, and the most difficult to understand and Taught him the most incomprehensible thing, determined to train him to be the best heir, which made him a little unacceptable for a while, and his whole person was like a dried green plant, wilted and reeling.

This hurt Zhong Xue so much that she personally made mung bean soup for Qi Yousui. She asked Qi Qingyun to taste it before he brought it to him. , probably one more corpse.

Qi Qingyun couldn't see that Zhong Xuejin and Qi Yousui, one big and one small, were worrying about each other like gloomy little mushrooms, so she made a pot of mung bean soup with her own hands, and asked the housekeeper to bring it down for Qi Yousui and his teachers to taste. .

The teachers' mouths were blocked, so naturally the teaching was suspended. The liberated Qi Yousui flew into Qi Qingyun's arms and looked at him with tears in his eyes, just like the poor emoji expression in the chat :

"Dad, I don't want to study anymore, I'm so tired..."

Most importantly, he couldn't understand these things at all!

Qi Qingyun lovingly touched Qi Yousui's dog's head, passed his fingertips through his dazzling yellow hair, stroked it casually, and said with a breathy smile:

"Your mother and your uncle learned a lot more than you when they were young."

As soon as Qi Yousui heard about his mother, his ears couldn't help pricking up. He wanted to listen to a few more words, but he didn't want to make it too obvious. He could only sit up straight and drank mung bean soup with a spoon while Shaking his feet, he quietly asked:

"What did my mother learn when she was a child?"

"It's quite complicated," Qi Qingyun was actually not sure, but only heard Zhong Xuejin say in his impression:

"Their family members need to receive more education when they are very young. Philosophy such as Zhou Yi, which you have a headache reading now, should be regarded as their thinking enlightenment books, and they will invite people to teach them; After class, they will continue to cultivate their political and business acumen through specific practice operations. The rest is to learn basic social skills such as golf, equestrianism, and shooting. Anyway, they have to learn more than ordinary people. A lot, and a lot of tiring."

"Of course, it must be much better."

Qi Qingyun's eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and she brushed away the residue from the corners of Qi Yousui's mouth with her fingertips, "Your mother and your uncle were called the twin stars of a wealthy family in the upper class, and people who wanted to marry him lined up from Nangang to ... Ning Cheng, you can't be much worse than him."

"...Then my mother is so powerful, how could he fall in love with you?"

Qi Yousui's ability to grasp the key points has always been very good, and he immediately said it like a "children's words", like all children who are curious about their parents' love stories, looking at Qi Qingyun with big round eyes, A very puzzling look:

"Dad, you look good, and you don't have any other advantages."

"..." Qi Qingyun was silent for a moment, feeling inexplicably stabbed in the knee, then rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, narrowing his eyes, "Qi Yousui, I see you live Are you impatient?!"

After Qi Yousui lost his own father, he had an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, and then he rolled his eyes with a smile, the corners of his mouth almost went to the back of his mouth, the hand holding the mung bean soup trembled slightly, and finally he smiled a little bit forward and backward , patting this thigh, tears came out of joy: "Hahahaha......"

Qi Qingyun was laughed angrily at him, so she bullied her and pressed on Qi Yousui to tickle him, and made a gesture to clenched her fist and lightly tapped him on the cheek, the lightness of the strike was no different from the breeze blowing across the cheek , almost without any strength, Qi Yousui didn't even realize that Qi Qingyun moved his hand to him, and was still smiling, almost unable to hold the mung bean soup in his hand.

He smiled, suddenly felt his nose itchy, subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub it, but unexpectedly saw the mung bean soup in front of him turning red from the corner of his eyes, subconsciously froze for a moment, looked up at Qi Qingyun, and said in a daze:

"Dad, how did this mung bean soup turn into red bean soup?"

"..."

Qi Qingyun looked at his face, the smile on his face faded like a tide, suddenly his complexion changed drastically, he dodged the mung bean soup in his hand, pinched Qi Yousui's chin, and let his head lean forward slightly, To prevent the blood from flowing too much, he turned his head suddenly and said to Zhong Xue who hadn't reacted yet:

"Quick, get a cotton ball, he's got a nosebleed!"

I don't know if it's because I ate too much grapes yesterday. Qi Yousui feels that he has been a little bit angry recently. The specific manifestation is that he is always bleeding inexplicably, first bleeding from the gums, and then nosebleeds. Yun and Zhong Xue hurriedly circled around him like a little bee, applied cold water to his forehead, and gently pinched his nose to stop the bleeding. In short, they tried everything until twelve or three minutes later. Only then did Qi Yousui's nosebleed tend to be curbed. His face was pale, his eyes stared, and he fell into Zhong Xuejin's arms. He seemed a little drowsy, and his eyelids were closed.

Zhong Xue was so distressed that she touched Qi Yousui's hot forehead, looked at Qi Qingyun with some panic, and said worriedly:

"How did this happen, did you get angry?"

"Maybe it's because I've been forced too hard, and my anger is strong."

Qi Qingyun was a little uncertain, but he knew that Zhong Yurong must not be allowed to torment Qi Yousui again, otherwise he would definitely not be able to bear it.

Zhong Yurong is 40 years old and doesn't have a son, and doesn't know how to take care of others. Qi Qingyun thought that her son would hurt herself. After thinking about it, she lowered her head and kissed Zhong Xuejin's forehead, stroked his hair, and comforted him in a warm voice. road:

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it, okay?"

Zhong Xue didn't know how Qi Qingyun was going to deal with it, she thought that the other party was going out to buy medicine, so she foolishly said:

"Then you come back early."

"Well, I'll be back soon."

Qi Qingyun calculated the distance from the Zhong residence to the Zhong Group, and it only took about half an hour to go back and forth. After putting on her coat, she got up and went out. When she got up, she was still a little worried, and helped Zhong Xuejin carry Qi Yousui back to the bedroom , And told the housekeeper not to wake him up to read before the other party woke up, and only left with confidence after finishing these.

Because Zhong's house is not far from Zhong's Group, Qi Qingyun took a car all the way to Zhong's, asked the driver to park the car at a dessert shop not far from Zhong's, and went in to buy their favorite desserts for his son and wife , before walking to the Zhong Group.

He only had Qi Yousui and Zhong Xuejin in his heart, so he didn't notice that Zhong Zhichun's car was parked in front of the group. The black Maybach was low-key yet luxurious, which was in line with Zhong Zhichun's taste.

He is now nearly seventy years old, his hair has turned half gray after years of scrambling in the mall, his slightly withered hands are resting on crutches, and a medical examination report is placed beside him. It made him look calm and prestige, but it also revealed the sickness and haggardness of the old man. He closed his eyes slightly, as if he was closing his eyes to rest his mind.

"Chairman, should we go to the company or the hospital now?"

The assistant at the side put his hands on the steering wheel and spoke dutifully.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Zhichun, who was sitting in the back seat, suddenly opened his eyelids, revealing a pair of radiant eyes. Even though the assistant had been with him for several years, he still didn't dare to look directly at him for more than three seconds. After swiping lightly, he quickly moved his eyes away, his fingertips trembling slightly, and tentatively said:

"...Chairman?"

Did he say the wrong thing again?

The assistant recalled the look in Zhong Zhichun's eyes just now, feeling a little uneasy, and shivered subconsciously.

"...Go to the hospital." After a long silence, Zhong Zhichun opened his mouth slowly.

His face was already covered with age spots, and the neatly combed and pomaded hair could not completely cover up the exhaustion and vicissitudes of life on his body, on the contrary, he seemed a little powerless.

He lost his mother when he was young, his father when he was young, his son when he was middle-aged, and his wife when he was old. The pain of life not only polished his face, but also polished his heart to the point of bleeding. It seemed that nothing could defeat him.

I don't know why, Zhong Zhichun always feels that the older a person is, the easier it is to think of the old days, and the easier it is to have presbyopia. For example, just now, he saw Qi Qingyun's figure outside the window, but when he picked up the presbyopia again and looked at In the past tense, the familiar figure disappeared again, which made him wonder if his illness was more serious.

"What is the chairman looking at?"

The assistant listened to the order to start the car. Seeing that Zhong Zhichun didn't mean to fire him, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, trying to ease the atmosphere:

"You just stared outside for a long time."

"........."

Normally, Zhong Zhichun wouldn't have bothered to talk about an assistant, but today he didn't know what happened, he was silent for a moment, and then he opened his mouth for the first time:

"Well, I just saw someone who looks like mine..."

He paused, turned the tip of his tongue, but still couldn't say "son-in-law", he swallowed it quietly, his old magma-like skin moved, and he sighed softly, but there was no expression on his face. Shows half-fragility:

"Like someone I know."

"Being favored by the chairman and remembered for a long time, he must be a very good person."

The assistant carefully glanced at Zhong Zhichun's gloomy face, pondered for a long time before whispering.

"..." Zhong Zhichun seemed a little annoyed when he heard the words, and he didn't know what to think of for a while, his brows and eyes became lonely again, and he sneered:

"Humph......."

"Hooked my family's youngest child so fascinated by him that he even died. It is indeed a great skill."

Thinking of Zhong Xuejin in his memory, Zhong Zhichun slowly closed his eyes to cover up some kind of undercurrent turbulence. The fire in his memory seemed to be surging with a heat wave, and Zhong Xuejin's eyebrows and eyes were warmed by the gradually rising temperature. The distorted face was beyond recognition, and was engulfed by the heat wave in the next second, and disappeared in front of him in an instant, with blood in front of him.

Recalling the fire eight years ago again, Zhong Zhichun, who has always been cold-hearted and indifferent, suddenly had a storm in his heart. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back instantly, and his heart beat uncontrollably, which made him unable to help but look up. When he raised his hands, the uncomfortable expression on his face was undoubtedly revealed, and he had to hold his chest and groan, suppressing the pain in his heart.

The floodgate that had been buried in the depths of the memory was suddenly opened, and the memories surged in with deep-seated hatred, making Zhong Zhichun frowned uncomfortably. The assistant on the seat was startled, thinking that Zhong Zhichun was unwell to such an extent, so he hurriedly drove to the hospital with him.

Qi Qingyun didn't know what happened at Zhong Zhichun's side, after buying desserts, she turned into Zhong's, looked around, knocked on the front desk, and asked politely:

"Could you help me connect with Mr. Zhong's special line?"

The sister at the front desk raised her head, revealing a pair of cold and beautiful eyebrows and eyes, her indifferent gaze eased slightly when it fell on Qi Qingyun's face, subconsciously lowered her voice, and repeatedly confirmed:

"Are you looking for Mr. Zhong?"

"Yes, Zhong Yurong, Mr. Zhong."

Qi Qingyun called Zhong Yurong just now, but the other party seemed to be in a meeting and didn't answer his call.

"Sorry, I can only answer the special line of General Secretary Zhong."

Because of insufficient authority, the young lady at the front desk smiled apologetically, and then secretly looked at Qi Qingyun's face.

Although she didn't know what the other party wanted to do, she still subconsciously didn't want to offend him. After thinking for a while, she quickly connected to the special line of Mr. Zhong's secretary.

The phone beeped a few times, and was hung up first. Qi Qingyun waited patiently for 10 minutes, and then politely asked the lady at the front desk to call again. After persistent dialing, the phone was finally picked up. The cold male voice was like his As rigid as people:

"Hello."

"Secretary Cen, I'm the front desk." It was the first time that the young lady at the front desk answered the call from a high-level executive, and she couldn't help sweating. She glanced at Qi Qingyun, who had a gentle expression, from the corner of her eye, and waited for Qi Qingjun to report her name. , barely settled down, and articulated the ins and outs of the future clearly:

"A gentleman named Qi Qingyun came to the company and said that he has an appointment with Mr. Zhong, and he is downstairs in the company now."

"..."

There was silence on the phone for a moment, then Secretary Cen said to wait a moment, and after several transfers, the phone finally reached Zhong Yurong.

Qi Qingyun smiled and said to the other end of the phone:

"Mr. Zhong, you are such a busy person. No matter how much you call, you won't answer."

Zhong Yurong had just finished the meeting, and she still had a business-like indifference on her face. The moment she heard Qi Qingyun's voice, her expression suddenly softened, and she smiled softly. Out of the corner of her eye, she signaled her assistant to go down to pick up Qi Qingyun:

"Sorry, I was busy just now. Wait a minute, I'll ask my assistant to go down and pick you up."

Zhong Yurong's assistant couldn't figure out who else in this world besides Xia Xingfei could make Zhong Yurong make an exception again and again. For a while, Monk Zhang Er was quite puzzled, but he still adhered to the principle of "the boss's words are the imperial edict", Dutifully brought Qi Qingyun into the president's exclusive elevator.

Along the way, the assistant kept looking at this plainly dressed boy, and found that apart from his better looks, his temperament was a little more outstanding, and his conversation was a little softer, there seemed to be nothing special about him... right?How can you make your own boss pay so much attention to it?

However, the assistant is well-informed after all, but it's not that he is ignorant. After staring at Qi Qingyun for a long time, he knew that although Qi Qingyun's appearance is plain now, he may not be as good as Zhong Yurong, who was from a family like Zhong Yurong when he was young. He comes out flamboyantly, but inexplicably has a convincing power. To put it bluntly, in the workplace, this kind of person is very popular, and can most attract talents to "loyalty" to him. When he gets the opportunity in time, he might be able to vacate Together, he has achieved more than Zhong Yurong.

However, that would require a hundred times more effort than Zhong Yurong and the others.

The assistant didn't know that Qi Qingyun had already strived to be the president of Zhongyi Group at a young age in her previous life. If she knew, she might be surprised.

After all, although Zhong Yi has only been established for more than ten years, it has now been merged into one of the industries under Zhong's name and has become the second largest subsidiary under the group. It brings countless benefits to the Zhong family every year, even if his The appearance of the founder has long been faded in people's minds, but when it is mentioned occasionally, it has always been admired by everyone.

Qi Qingjun didn't know what happened after his death, and he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, he founded Zhongyi Group to make Zhong Xuejin have a better life. The quality of life of Zhong Xuejin and Qi Yousui is guaranteed, and he doesn't seem to care much about who he likes.

It's a big deal to start all over again.

Qi Qingyun thought casually, and walked into Zhong Yurong's office.

The other party seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, and for the first time, instead of sitting on the boss's chair and looking down at him condescendingly, he used the tea table and tea tray that hadn't been used for a long time, and sat on the sofa to make tea for Qi Qingyun.

"Mr. Zhong, you are so polite."

Qi Qingyun showed no restraint at all, sat down with a smile, took the cup from Zhong Yurong's hand, took a sip of narcissus tea, and raised her eyebrows in surprise:

"It smells good."

He smiled and said, "Mr. Zhong, this is your tea at the bottom of the box."

Zhong Yurong rolled up his sleeves with a smile, lowered his head to refill him with tea, and said in a steady voice, "You are here, how can I not give you the best tea."

As soon as the words fell, the assistants and secretaries at the side froze when they heard the words, and almost stared at Zhong Yurong's side face as if they had seen a ghost, their faces full of disbelief.

At this moment, their hearts are even more confused than filling out the volunteers after the college entrance examination. During the period, there is also the regret that Xia Daxingxing's current position in the palace is not guaranteed, as if they have seen the green and green horse on the other side's head.

Boss Zhong must have been too kind to this young man, so Xia Xingfei was about to fall out of favor, right? !

Qi Qingyun didn't seem to see the wonderful expressions of the assistant and the secretary. After drinking the tea, she put the cup on the table in a neutral manner, pressed her palm on the mouth of the cup, and didn't ask Zhong Yurong to refill her tea. She raised her head to meet her. With Zhong Yurong's gaze, he smiled at him indifferently, but did not speak.

Zhong Yurong understood in seconds, and immediately turned around and whispered to his assistant:

"You all go to work first, and close the door when you go out."

This means meeting with the guest alone.

No matter how confused the assistant and secretary were, when they heard this sentence, they immediately put away the slightly unserious expressions on their faces, returned to the same indifference as his leader, nodded, obeyed the order and walked out, and even opened the door Bring it on.

Seeing that the person had left, Qi Qingyun took his hand away, asked Zhong Yurong to refill him some tea, said a word of thanks in a low voice, and then went straight to the point:

"Brother, I'm here today to mention something to you."

"Just say it."

Zhong Yurong is already ready for Qi Qingyun to ask him to return Zhong Yi, and he has also drawn up an agreement on the change of legal person, just waiting for Qi Qingyun to speak.

"I want you to give up the cultivation of Yousui."

"........"

"???"

There was a click on Zhong Yurong's unchanged face for thousands of years, and suddenly there was a little crack. Staring at Qi Qingyun's face gradually showed a little consternation, after realizing that the other party came to him only for Qi Yousui, not for Zhong Yi Afterwards, a little bit of complexity and confusion gradually appeared in his eyes, and he couldn't help but ask:

"why?"

"As long as he suffers a little bit now, he will be able to inherit wealth that will last him a lifetime. Don't you think it's worth it?"

Hearing this, Qi Qingjun smiled angrily, then shook her head, and said warmly:

"My child, I just want him to be happy."

"At his current age, he should experience the joy of life and realize the impermanence of life, instead of being forcibly closed and becoming a numb learning machine."

"Even if you let him out, is it possible for him to be hurt?" Zhong Yurong said seriously: "Ajun, you have to know that the current society is very complicated, people's hearts are floating, and malice is everywhere. If you are not careful, you will get hurt. How about Let him stay at home and go out to exercise after he has the strongest basic ability."

He was referring to the incident where Qi Yousui was framed.

Qi Qingyun thought for a while, shook his head, and said after consideration: "No matter what the world is like or how the society changes, for him, as long as he faces it, both the good and the bad will become an experience and become a precious part of his life. wealth and memory."

"I hope he can work hard and become strong enough. I hope he can protect himself and his loved ones, but I don't want the starting point of that kind of hard work to be the coercion and unreasonable expectations of others."

Zhong Yurong frowned, as if he couldn't understand:

"But, Xuejin and I came here this way..."

As the children of the family, they should bear the burden of the whole family from the moment they were born, accept the expectations of the clansmen, be impartial, and grow smoothly into what everyone expects.

Because whether they are willing or not, since the Zhong family's blood is flowing in their bodies, there are certain things that they have to do, and some things that they have to shoulder.

"But my son will be the exception."

Qi Qingyun's words are surprising, but her tone is unquestionable:

"I just want him to be happy and healthy right now."

"He lacks too much love, which cannot be compensated by money. I don't want to see unreasonable expectations imposed on him by others."

"That was too tiring for him."

Qi Qingyun sighed, raised her hand and poured a cup of tea for Zhong Yurong, a light white mist lingered between the eyebrows and eyes of the two, as if there was a clear line separating them:

"Brother, do you understand what I mean?"

"..." Zhong Yurong touched the rim of the cup until the scalding temperature dyed his fingertips red, and then he let go slightly. The long silence made the atmosphere between the two tense for a while. Only then did Zhong Yurong take the initiative to break the silence:

"...I think, this matter is not for me to decide."

He raised his head, revealing a pair of deep and handsome eyebrows, as cold as Zhong Zhichun when he was young:

"It's Dad's order to let Yousui inherit the Zhong family."

"Dad why did he do that?"

Qi Qingyun clicked her tongue lightly and frowned involuntarily.

He knew that once things got involved with Zhong Zhichun, things would definitely become more difficult. At the same time, he felt a little strange for no reason, "Now that the Zhong family has you and Xuejin, why do you want a child to do it?" bear these?"

"I am 40 years old, I am not young, and I have never had children."

Zhong Yurong sighed, did not say that his marriage with Xia Xingfei had been opposed by Zhong Zhichun, and slowly rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips, his voice was faint, as if a little tired:

"Besides, isn't Xuejin already dead? How can he help me maintain this Zhong family?"

"........."

Qi Qingyun choked, and couldn't help pursing her lips, now it was his turn to be confused.He tilted his head slightly, seemed a little puzzled, and blurted out:

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