flstandardbreds Chapter 129 The Scorching Sun (28 pages)
Chapter 129 The Scorching Sun (28 pages)
Qi Xuan looked at the clock on the wall; it was the fifth day since Gu Yao left.
He looked at the desk calendar on the table, which marked the day the boy would return.
When you're used to having someone waiting for you at home, the current quiet and deserted state of your home can be quite disheartening.
Qi Xuan raised his hand and rubbed his temples.
We've managed to pull through all these years, haven't we?
What's with all the sentimentality?
Moreover, the current situation is not suitable for getting too close to A Yao.
That person is definitely eyeing A-Yao.
That, his nominal father.
Qi Xuan's eyes darkened at the thought of Qi Jin.
Tomorrow is the day I should go home—no, I should say, the day I should go back to the Qi family's old house, where I'll see Qi Jin again.
Qi Xuan felt a headache coming on just thinking about it.
I really don't want to see him.
Fortunately, A-Yao will be back the day after tomorrow.
It won't affect his ability to pick people up from the airport.
The next day, Qi's driver parked the car at the bottom of the apartment building. Qi Xuan looked at the middle-aged man, who still had the same unsmiling expression as he had four years ago.
It was exactly the same day he knocked on his own door on his eighteenth birthday.
She's still so repulsive.
The Qi family home is filthy!
Qi Xuan lowered his eyes, concealing his disgust for the person in front of him.
The middle-aged man stepped forward to open the car door for Qi Xuan and respectfully gestured for him to enter.
Qi Xuan nodded to him and got into the back seat of the car.
The car gradually drove from the bustling city center into the suburbs, and the number of people gradually decreased.
The Qi family's old house was built halfway up the mountain. From a distance, there was only their car on the road, and it was unusually quiet.
Because this area is all private property of the Qi family.
The young man looked out the window at the trees falling backward, but felt no emotion whatsoever.
Giving Qi Jin even half an expression would be superfluous.
The middle-aged man in the front seat observed the young man in the back seat without making a sound.
After a long silence, he tentatively spoke, "Young Master, please don't go against the Patriarch this time. After all, the Patriarch is doing this for your own good. You are the only heir of the Qi family."
Upon hearing this, Qi Xuan turned his head and glanced at the butler who had worked in the Qi family for twenty-five years.
A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips. "Butler Zhou, for my own good? I think it's just to vent his anger, after all, he was played for a fool by someone he once regarded as an ant."
Butler Zhou wanted to say something more, but Qi Xuan turned his head to look out the window, clearly indicating that he didn't want to communicate.
Butler Zhou sighed and silently shut his mouth.
The manor halfway up the mountain is grand and magnificent. In this place where every inch of land is precious, even the flower bed at the entrance exudes exquisiteness.
Looking at the manor in front of him, Qi Xuan felt no emotion whatsoever.
As he entered the house, Qi Jin was already sitting on the sofa waiting for him to return.
Qi Jin didn't turn around, continuing to tease the German Shepherd in front of him.
"came back?"
"Ah."
Qi Xuan stood respectfully in front of Qi Jin, his head bowed.
Qi Jin didn't look up, still gently stroking the obedient German Shepherd in front of him, as if the person in front of him was his blood-related son.
Qi Xuan, standing before him, was merely a plaything he could summon and dismiss at will.
The atmosphere in the living room froze for a moment. Qi Xuan stood to the side, his head down, making it impossible to see his expression.
After a long while, Qi Jin finally looked up at the young man in front of him and asked, "Are you getting along well with that kid from the Gu family?"
Qi Xuan lowered his head and remained silent.
Looking at the meek and obedient young man in front of him, Qi Jin smiled.
He casually twirled the ring on his hand. "Qi Xuan, don't forget how your mother died?"
The young man lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I haven't forgotten."
Qi Jin's smile deepened. "That's good. I thought you'd forgotten. If that woman knew that the child he risked his life to give birth to was now being recognized as family by the person who wronged her, I wonder if she would be so angry that she'd come back to life."
Upon hearing this, Qi Xuan clenched his fists tightly at his sides.
Qi Jin looked at the clenched knuckles that had turned slightly white, stood up, and patted the person in front of him on the shoulder.
"Don't be unconvinced. When you grow up to be able to stand up to me, I'll do whatever you want with you. Right now, even if you're a tiger, you'd better lie down. If you're a dragon, you'd better crawl. Same rules as before today."
The young man's body trembled slightly with anger, while the well-maintained middle-aged man, with a wicked smile on his refined face, turned and walked upstairs.
Only when the footsteps faded into the distance did Qi Xuan look up at the stairs.
I caught a glimpse of that fleeting corner of clothing.
His eyes were a deep, dark darkness that couldn't let in any light.
As was customary, he went to a small house behind the main house, where a memorial tablet was placed.
She is Qi Xuan's biological mother.
There was no prayer mat on the cold, hard floor, and the young man knelt before the memorial tablet, his back straight and not bent even slightly.
After kneeling for two hours, Qi Xuan felt like his knees no longer belonged to him.
He struggled to his feet, supporting himself against a pillar. He dragged his feet, straightened his back, and walked step by step toward the outside of the manor.
It wasn't Butler Zhou standing at the door; it was Qi's driver.
It was the same one that Qi Xuan knew.
The driver stepped forward to help him, but Qi Xuan waved his hand, indicating that he could manage.
He nodded to the driver. "Thank you for your help."
The driver opened the car door for the person.
"Young master, you flatter me. This is all part of my job."
Qi Xuan slowly and heavily climbed into the back seat of the car.
Qi Jin stood by the second-floor window, watching Qi Xuan's stubborn yet disheveled appearance.
A flicker of emotion crossed his eyes, as if he had thought of something.
In an instant, it returned to a stagnant pool.
Butler Zhou stood respectfully behind him, watching the car carrying Qi Xuan drive away, and sighed slightly.
"Patriarch, why are you doing this?"
Qi Jin turned to look at the butler who had been with him for over twenty years; his temples were already streaked with silver.
"Zhou Jin, how many years have you been following me?"
Zhou Jin lowered his head. "It's been about twenty-five years."
Qi Jin turned her head to look out the window again, gazing at the loquat tree in the courtyard, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.
The saplings from back then have grown so tall now.
"Qi Xuan's temperament has been too timid due to the Gu family's upbringing. I need to provoke his fighting spirit. How can the head of the Qi family have a weakness?"
Watching Qi Jin's retreating figure, Butler Zhou hesitated before speaking, "But isn't this going too far?"
Qi Xuan was ruthless.
They forced him to sever his relationship with the Gu family.
Qi Jin smiled, turned his head to look at the butler in front of him, his eyes filled with a murderous, deathly stillness.
Butler Zhou panicked and quickly lowered his head, "I'm sorry, Master, I have overstepped my bounds."
Qi Jin didn't say anything more.
Intelligent people don't need much communication.
His gaze remained fixed on the loquat tree in the garden.
Some of the rough loquat trees stood out from the other precious flowers and plants in the garden.
Qi Jin stared, completely lost in thought.
Why am I thinking about that woman again?
They've really gone mad.