To seduce her

Qi's father had a tearful voice and it seemed like he might burst into tears at any moment.

A man in his fifties begged with a trembling voice...

Old Master Qi lowered his eyes, and his cold eyes blended into the night, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

He drooped his eyelids slightly, his gaze was no longer sharp, and he seemed to be shrouded in an unspeakable fatigue.

The coldness in Mr. Qi's eyes seemed to soften a little, and his eyes were obviously much softer, but his voice was still cold and he still insisted on not forgiving them. He said in a deep voice: "You are not my son now, and he is not my grandson either. Whether he lives or not has nothing to do with me."

He said the coldest words, but secretly sighed and frowned. There was a fierce struggle in his heart, but his face was cold and calm.

"Dad..." Qi's mother looked at the face in front of her that looked exactly like her husband, only a little older, and cried, "We really know we were wrong. You have had a hard time alone these years. We are willing to make it up to you and do anything to make up for your regrets."

Although they didn't have much in common, Qi's mother's voice was full of emotion and she pleaded urgently.

Old Master Qi pursed his lips, with a hint of fatigue and helplessness in his eyes, but he shook his head with a firm attitude.

"I'm tired and need to rest. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow."

He waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the Qi family's house, leaving Qi's father and mother standing there looking at each other in bewilderment.

The door slowly closed behind them, isolating their pleas from Mr. Qi's persistence.

The moment the door was closed, the moonlight shone on Mr. Qi's back, casting a long shadow.

Although his steps were still steady, they revealed an indescribable loneliness and desolation.

……

Back in the spacious and quiet study, Mr. Qi sat on his carved sandalwood chair with a deep and complex look in his eyes.

The lighting in the room was soft and warm, but it could not hide the heaviness on Mr. Qi's face.

The servant carefully brewed a pot of Longjing tea for him. The fragrance of the tea filled the air, but it could not dispel the dullness in the air.

The servant had been with Mr. Qi for many years and had experienced the quarrels and breakups between Mr. Qi and Qi's father. He was very familiar with the conflicts between the two and their mentalities.

The servant brought the brewed tea and handed it to Mr. Qi, and asked softly, "Master, since you miss him so much, why don't you let them in and have a good talk?"

Mr. Qi picked up the teacup and blew away the hot steam gently, but did not answer immediately.

He looked out the window. The bright moon was still hanging in the sky, as if it was listening quietly.

Old Master Qi took a sip of the tea in his hand, and a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

He put down the teacup, sighed, and said in a low and helpless voice: "If I forgive them like this, who will make up for my life without children all these years?"

Mr. Qi's gaze was deep and distant, as if he was looking through the bright moon and cold moonlight at the unfillable void in his heart.

The servant smiled and said, "I said, you let them in to talk, I didn't say you were going to forgive them."

"Letting them in is not the same as forgiving them. Why deceive yourself?" Mr. Qi paused, then sighed and spoke slowly: "I forgive them out of blood and consideration for the family. But forgiveness does not mean that I can easily forget the past."

He turned his head and faced the servant, his eyes revealing a trace of loneliness and helplessness: "These years, I have lived a life without children. Who can truly understand that kind of loneliness and solitude? Who can make up for the family happiness I have missed all these years?"

When the servant heard this, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He knew that although the old man was an extremely strong man, he had never complained about the hardship or tiredness after working so hard for so many years.

But I didn't expect that Mr. Qi also had a fragile side.

He stood aside silently, not saying anything more, but just poured tea for Mr. Qi: "You must follow your heart. No matter what, you must make a decision that makes you happy."

Old Master Qi picked up the teacup again and took a sip, as if he was savoring the bitterness and sweetness of life.

He looked bitter: "Yes, at this age, every decision should make myself happy."

"..."

*****

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Back at the hotel, the lights in the room were dim and warm, but they could not dispel the anxiety in Qi's father and mother's hearts.

The two men sat on the sofa, discussing solemnly how they would continue to look for Grandpa Qi tomorrow.

Father Qi said worriedly, "It seems that the old man's attitude towards us is still very cold. We have to think of a way tomorrow to make him listen to our explanation."

Mother Qi nodded, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes: "Yes, this matter can't be delayed for too long. Every day it is delayed, Mu Yian may be dissatisfied with us and stop Xiaorui's medicine..."

Thinking of this, they both became even more worried.

Mu Yian is like a time bomb that could explode at any time.

They must quickly get Mr. Qi to forgive them, protect Mu Yian, and fight against the Gao family.

In this way, Mu Yian would be willing to give the remaining medicine to Qi Xiurui...

Just then, the phone suddenly rang, breaking the silence in the room.

Qi's father quickly picked up the phone, but after answering it, he heard an anxious voice coming from the receiver: "Master, the young master is suddenly not in a good state tonight and went to bed early... At this time on weekdays, he would still read books and ask us to pour him warm water to drink, but today there is no news!"

Qi's father's heart suddenly tightened, and he asked hurriedly: "How could this happen? Did you go to his room and knock on the door to ask him?"

"Without your permission, we dare not disturb Master Qi. I will knock on the door now..."

The servant's voice sounded hurried, as if he was running towards Qi Xiurui's room in a hurry.

After a while, there was a knock on the door from the other end of the phone: "Master, Master, do you need some water? Master?!"

When Mr. Qi heard that no one responded, he said in a deep voice, "Just push the door open and call him."

"Ok!"

There was a noisy sound coming from the other end of the phone. Qi's father tensed up and his hand holding the phone was so tight that his fingertips turned white.

The other party quickly replied: "Master, I tried to wake him up, but he seemed to be sleeping very soundly..."

"what?!"

If you can't wake him up, doesn't that mean he's in a coma? !

Father Qi suddenly felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. He and Mother Qi looked at each other, their eyes filled with worry.

Qi's father slid his throat up and down, and said without hesitation: "Go find a doctor immediately, we will be back now!"

"..."