To seduce her

As the night deepened, the party finally came to an end.

After saying goodbye to the last few guests, Mr. Qi slowly walked out of the banquet hall.

The night breeze blew on his face. Mr. Qi looked up at the starry sky and took a deep breath of the cool night air. However, the fatigue in his heart could not be dissipated.

The servant helped Mr. Qi into the car, which slowly drove back and stopped in front of the gate of the Qi family's house.

Qi's father and mother were still waiting here, their eyes fixed on Grandpa Qi's car.

The two men immediately straightened up, their faces filled with concern and expectation, their eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and uneasiness.

Mr. Qi was sitting in the car, and he saw the figures of Qi's father and mother through the car window. His eyes lingered on the two of them for a moment, but his expression did not change much, only his eyes darkened slightly.

The servant turned around and looked at him inquiringly.

Old Master Qi waved his hand, signaling them to drive straight in.

The car drove smoothly and passed by Qi's father and mother.

Qi's father and mother hurriedly followed, as if they wanted to get in the car and enter the Qi family mansion together, but the people at the door stopped them.

Qi's father and mother watched the car disappear from their sight, and the expectation on their faces gradually turned into disappointment.

Old Master Qi looked at them looking at each other in silence through the rearview mirror, frowned, and his eyes were hidden in the darkness.

The car stopped deep inside the house and Mr. Qi slowly got out. His back looked even more lonely and determined in the night.

……

The moonlight was like water, pouring into Mr. Qi's bedroom, covering the entire room with a layer of silver gauze.

Old Master Qi lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes revealed a hint of barely perceptible worry, and he sighed heavily from time to time.

It was late at night and the room was quiet. These subtle sounds were particularly clear in the empty bedroom.

Mr. Qi closed his eyes, trying to calm his inner turmoil, but all kinds of complicated thoughts kept emerging in his mind.

He thought of the pain of breaking up with his only biological son many years ago, the gossips of others, and the white hair on Qi's father's temples...

His son is old too...

These thoughts came like a tide, making it impossible for him to calm down.

Just then, a slight knock on the door broke the silence of the night.

The servant asked softly, "Master, can't you sleep?"

Mr. Qi opened his eyes slightly and nodded.

The servant pushed the door open and walked in, holding a cup of steaming soothing tea in his hand.

The cup of tea exuded a faint fragrance, and seemed to have some magical power that calmed Mr. Qi's mood a little.

He took the teacup, blew gently to remove the hot steam on the surface, and then drank it slowly.

The tea has the right temperature, a mellow taste and a hint of sweetness, as if it can penetrate into the heart and soothe those irritabilities and anxieties.

The servant stood aside, quietly observing the changes in Mr. Qi's expression.

Seeing that Mr. Qi's brows gradually relaxed and his sighs became less frequent, the servants secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

This cup of calming tea may not be able to completely solve Mr. Qi’s worries, but it can at least give him some temporary peace.

Mr. Qi handed the teacup to the servant and asked casually, "Is he still outside?"

He didn't say who it was, but the servant understood instantly. The "yes" he was talking about was Qi's father and mother who had been waiting outside the Qi family's house.

The servant was somewhat surprised that he could say these words in person.

This was the first time that Mr. Qi, who had been stubborn for so many years, took the initiative to mention his father and mother.

Even though it is just the word "people" that is used to refer to it.

The servant nodded: "Yes, I came early in the morning and have been waiting outside. I haven't left yet."

Mr. Qi snorted coldly: "This is what they deserve. No matter how long they stand, I will never forgive them."

"Okay." The servant replied helplessly, "Then after drinking this calming tea, can you fall asleep?"

"..." Old Master Qi pursed his lips tightly, and a hint of sadness appeared on his old face.

Old Master Qi looked out the window. The silence of the night was like a huge piece of black silk, gently covering the earth and enveloping all the noise.

The air is filled with a faint night fragrance, as if it is the unique fragrance of nature at night.

The stars in the distance twinkle faintly, adding a touch of mystery and depth to the quiet night.

Such silence, however, was incompatible with Mr. Qi's restless heart.

Ever since he accepted that he might not have any recognizable descendants in this lifetime, Mr. Qi has always felt that he is invincible.

He was able to work without sleep and within a short period of time, he brought Qi's business to such a high level.

He thought he would never suffer from insomnia again.

Mr. Qi took a deep breath and said, "The whole world knows that his son is sick and can't be cured, right?"

Mr. Qi's voice was hoarse, but his emotions could not be heard clearly.

The servant couldn't figure out his intentions, so he could only say ambiguously: "I don't know if it can be cured, but it seems that he has a serious illness. We have received the news a long time ago that you asked to block all information about them, so..."

Over the years, Mr. Qi has been physically isolated from Mr. Qi's father and doesn't want to know any news about them.

The entire Qi family followed his words and never let Old Man Qi know anything about Qi's father.

Old Master Qi frowned, as if he was thinking about something, but his expression remained indifferent.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside.

Old Master Qi glanced outside the door unhappily, and the servant immediately nodded.

"Old man, please wait a moment. I'll go see what's going on outside."

"Ah."

With the permission from Mr. Qi, the servant tiptoed out of the room, quietly closed the door, and then cautiously walked into the yard to check the situation outside.

Under the moonlight, the flowers and plants in the yard swayed gently in the breeze, and everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.

……

In the room, Mr. Qi was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and brows furrowed, lost in thought.

His face was filled with worry and solemnity, and the atmosphere in the room became extremely solemn, as if even the air had frozen.

Soon, the servant knocked on the door with a troubled look on his face and walked in.

"Master, I'm back." The servant lowered his head and said, "It's being processed."

Old Master Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at him. Seeing that the servant's face was full of worry and hesitation, as if he had something important to tell him, he casually asked, "What is it?"

The servant hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Old man, it's about Mr. Qi, are you willing to listen?"

Mr. Qi raised his eyelids: "Hmm?"

The servant remained calm, without any emotion: "Mr. Qi...he fainted outside."

"..."