But My Hubby Dotes on Me

Qin Zhisu was also very straightforward. He said directly: "Dad, I want to ask you, was my uncle's death a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?"

While Qin Zhisu was talking, Qin Weijuan was picking up the porcelain cup on the table, preparing to drink the tea inside. The moment he spoke, Qin Weijuan could not hold the porcelain cup in his hand, and the tea leaves and tea in the cup spilled over the table. The cup also rolled to the ground, and fell to pieces with a "pop".

Qin Weijuan still wanted to pick it up, but when he bent over to pick it up, he seemed to forget that the porcelain cup broke and the edge was like a sharp blade. He directly cut a big cut in his palm, and blood poured out instantly.

Kong Jie was shocked, even Qin Zhisu himself was shocked. Because the mouth was too big, the edges even turned out, and the blood kept dripping, Qin Zhisu couldn't take care of it. He went out and called the servant: "Is there any medical tools at home? My father accidentally paddled his hands."

Soon, the servant gave bandages, alcohol cotton and hemostatic medicine. Some people clean up all the broken tiles one by one. Kong Jie was flustered and worried about her husband: "Why don't you go to the hospital? Your condition is a bit serious now. You want to break the cold?"

Qin Weijuan just shook his head and closed his mouth, his face was very ugly.

It was full of chaos for a while. After cleaning the house, he wrapped Qin Weijian and refilled the water. Qin Zhisu closed the door again, and there were only their family of three in the room. Before Qin Zhisu spoke, Kong Jie begged him: "Zhisu, you see that your father is hurting his hand now, what's the matter, can't you talk about it later?"

"So, Uncle's death is really related to Dad, isn't it?"

Qin Zhisu grew up and saw an overly serious, unsmiling, and even a little unkind father. He has only panicked once in these years. It was five years ago when Qin Zhiyou used his "corruption" to pull him from the throne of the master of Hanhai.

But at that time, he was also more angry than panic, and didn't want to be like this—even a little bit of fear in his eyes.

In fact, seeing his father's appearance at this time, Qin Zhisu has already determined that his father was at least aware of the things that year. Not to mention Qin Weijian, even he himself is a little hard to accept.

His father, whom he always respected, loved, and even a little in awe of, might have really participated in the death of the uncle? Did he—kill someone?

"Dad, tell me honestly, did you... move your hand? Did you kill the uncle?"

"Shut up!" This time, it was Kong Jie who slapped Qin Zhisu, just like he did Qin Zhiyun. Qin Zhisu's temper followed his mother. Over the years, Kong Jie has never been willing to scold his children, let alone beat them. But today, it is definitely the first time!

"Do you know what you are talking about? You wronged your dad so much?"

"Then you tell me the truth. If you don't have any ghosts in your heart, why don't you hide it from me when you hear me talking about it!" Qin Zhishou has a naive obsession. He used to think that his father was greedy for power. Unexpectedly, there is such an inside story!

His roar instantly silenced the two adults in the room. Kong Jie looked at her husband, Qin Weijian lowered his head and kept looking at the bandaged hand without saying a word.

"I know, at that time, my uncle went to Vancouver with my dad. I also hope that my dad's hands are not stained with blood, so you tell me what happened at that time?"