To seduce her

In the hotel room.

In the spacious and luxurious room, warm yellow light softly falls on the soft carpet, and the whole space is filled with a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of the city slowly unfolds like a brilliant painting.

But at this moment, the people in the room did not seem to be attracted by the scenery outside the window.

Father Qi sat on the sofa with a frown on his face, playing with an exquisite teacup in his hands, as if trying to find the answer through the patterns on the cup.

Father Qi looked up at Qi Xiurui several times, and finally couldn't help but break the silence: "Xiao Rui, do we really not have to wait for the old man at the door of the Qi family?"

There was hesitation and uncertainty in Qi's father's voice, which made Qi's mother sigh.

Mother Qi stood by the window, her hands folded in front of her chest, a trace of worry in her eyes: "Yes, Xiaorui, we finally flew here from Lukang, isn't it bad to wait in the hotel and do nothing?"

For two consecutive days, Qi Xiurui just asked them to stay in the hotel and not to go anywhere.

Qi's father and mother were anxious every day, but they could only go along with Qi Xiurui.

Seeing that Qi's father and mother were getting anxious again, Qi Xiurui, who was sitting at the desk, finally took his eyes off the book and looked at Qi's father and mother.

He shook his head gently, his voice firm and calm: "No, Dad. The old man knows that I am waiting for him here. If he has made up his mind and is sure, he will come over by himself."

Qi Xiurui's tone was calm, yet reassuringly steady, as if he had everything under control.

He raised his head and his eyes met with Mother Qi's. A firm light flashed in his eyes: "He is Mr. Qi. If someone could influence his thoughts, he would not be where he is today, and the Qi Group would not have reached this point."

After hearing Qi Xiurui's words, Qi's father and mother agreed in their hearts, but they also felt that if they didn't do something, they would feel uncertain.

They both looked at Qi Xiurui at the same time, then looked at each other. Their worries were slightly relieved, but they still couldn't completely let go.

"But..." Father Qi wanted to say something, but swallowed the words back.

He knew Qi Xiurui's character very well, and once he made a decision, it would be difficult to change it.

In this respect, besides being very similar to the old man, he is also very similar to him.

Father Qi exhaled slowly: "Okay, we will listen to you."

"Listen to me." Qi Xiurui smiled helplessly: "Can you please stop being anxious, sleep well, eat well, wait well, and stop sighing all the time."

Qi's mother was embarrassed: "Xiao Rui, you said some truths, and mom and dad tried their best to understand them, but some things are really hard to do..."

Qi Xiurui knew that this matter concerned his future medicine and was a matter of life and death.

As his parents, it is inevitable to feel anxious.

Qi Xiurui put down the book in his hand, slowly stood up, and walked to the two of them: "Dad, Mom, don't worry, I know what to do, you don't have to worry. If anything happens, we will bear it together."

Qi Xiurui's words finally made Qi's father and mother feel a little relieved.

Father Qi opened his mouth and was about to speak when his cell phone vibrated.

Mother Qi's eyes lit up, and she quickly pushed Father Qi: "Old Qi, your phone is ringing, check to see if it's someone from Grandpa's place!!"

"Good! Good!"

Qi's mother's excited voice infected Qi's father. He quickly picked up the phone, but was startled: "It's... Mu Yian."

"..."

Father Qi held the phone in his hand, his brows furrowed, and the expression on his face became extremely serious.

He glanced at Qi's mother beside him, and saw that her eyes were instantly filled with worry and anxiety.

They all understood that the content of this phone call was by no means a trivial matter, nor a good thing.

"Dad, you go and pick it up." Qi Xiurui still looked calm and said lightly.

Father Qi glanced at Qi Xiurui, pursed his lips, turned around and went to the next room holding his cell phone.

Qi's father quickly closed the door, took a deep breath, and then pressed the answer button.

A sharp female voice came from the other end of the phone, her voice full of impatience and threats: "I have given you enough time, right? Why is there still no news?"

Father Qi asked in a low voice, "What news do you want?"

"Have you finally settled the matter with the old man?" Mu Yian's voice was harsh and full of dissatisfaction.

Father Qi was silent for two seconds. He couldn't answer this question, nor could he accept Mu Yian's threat.

He held the phone tightly, his fingertips turning slightly white, and said nothing.

"Say something!" Mu Yian shouted unhappily on the other end of the phone, "If you don't fix it, I'm going to stop giving Qi Xiurui the medicine!"

"You!" Father Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Can't you give me a little more time? The old man is willing now!"

"I'm not a philanthropist. I don't have much medicine. I want to leave it to those who are willing to trade with me." Mu Yian sneered: "If the Qi family refuses to trade with me, I will give the medicine to Gao Yuchuan. Anyway, it doesn't matter whether we live or die!"

Qi's father's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by Mu Yian's words, and it sank to the bottom in pain.

He knew that Mu Yian was ruthless, and once she decided to stop taking the medicine, Qi Xiurui's condition would rapidly worsen.

He couldn't imagine what consequences Qi Xiurui would face if he lost control of the drugs.

Father Qi's hands were shaking. He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm.

"Calm down, we will give you what you want." Father Qi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes had become firm: "We have already persuaded the old man, and we will find a way to speed up the progress."

Mu Yian sneered: "You have used such words to evade me more than once, do you think I still believe it?"

"it is true!"

"I won't trust you anymore." Mu Yian said in a cold voice: "I'll give you one last day. If you still haven't succeeded in convincing the old man by the end of today, my people will no longer deliver medicine to Qi Xiurui. You can do whatever you want."

After saying that, Mu Yian no longer cared about Qi's father and hung up the phone.

Listening to the "beeping" sound on the phone, Qi's father's face turned pale as paper, and his hands were shaking so much that he could hardly hold the phone.

When he thought that Mu Yian might really stop giving Qi Xiurui the medicine tomorrow, Qi's father fell into an uncontrollable panic...

At this moment, his phone vibrated again. He was startled and picked up the phone to check it almost reflexively.

It was a message from Mr. Qi’s servant.

Qi's father's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and he nervously slid the screen to open the message.

The servant's message was brief and direct: [The old man will arrange a time to meet.]

Just nine words, but they were like a life-saving straw to Qi's father.

His tense nerves relaxed a little and he let out a long breath.

With trembling hands, Qi's father replied to the servant: [Anytime!]

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At this time, the Qi family house looked particularly peaceful in the afterglow of the setting sun.

In the spacious living room, Mr. Qi sat upright on a mahogany armchair. His figure looked somewhat lonely under the dim light.

Old Master Qi's face was solemn, and his eyes revealed an unspeakable anxiety.

This usually calm and steady old man's heart was like the surging waves at this moment, unable to calm down, and his deep eyes also revealed a bit of anxiety and uneasiness.

The furnishings in the living room are simple and elegant, and every piece of furniture reveals the traces of time and the glory of the Qi family.

However, at this moment, these exquisite decorations seemed unable to ease the tension in Mr. Qi's heart.

He folded his hands on his knees, his fingers trembling slightly, as if inadvertently revealing his inner fluctuations.

At this moment, the servant's footsteps broke the silence in the living room.

"Grandpa." The servant's voice interrupted Grandpa Qi's thoughts.

Mr. Qi looked up: "Hmm?"

The servant nodded slightly: "They are here."

Old Master Qi pursed his lips even tighter, and a complicated look flashed across his eyes.

After a while, he nodded: "Yeah."

The servant walked quickly to the door and opened it carefully.

Outside were Qi's father and mother, who had been waiting for a long time, and Qi Xiurui in a wheelchair.

The servant nodded, and Qi's father and mother's eyes lit up instantly. They pushed Qi Xiurui into the gate of the Qi family's house.

Even though they had come in, Qi's father and mother still had deep worry on their faces. Their eyes fell on Qi Xiurui from time to time, constantly checking his physical and mental condition.

Qi Xiurui sat in a wheelchair with his hands on the armrests. Although his face was a little pale, his eyes were unusually firm.

His face was calm, with a faint smile on the corners of his lips, as if it was just an ordinary afternoon, he came to an ordinary place, doing the usual things.

Qi's father and mother stood on both sides of him, with concern and worry on their faces.

When Mr. Qi saw this, his heart tightened.

This should be the first time that Old Man Qi has seen Qi Xiurui in person in all the years since he was born.

Before, he had only seen it occasionally in the news, or in some photos that were accidentally sent to him.

That's it.

Mr. Qi was attracted by Qi Xiurui at first sight.

Qi Xiurui didn't look that similar to him, but inexplicably, his stubborn and indifferent temperament shocked Old Man Qi.

He seemed to see himself when he was young.

Old Master Qi's gaze lingered on Qi Xiurui's pale but determined face for a long time, as if he wanted to deeply imprint this moment in his mind.

The atmosphere in the entire living room was so heavy that the only sound that could be heard was everyone's heavy breathing.

After a minute-long silence, Qi Xiurui finally ended it.

Qi Xiurui chuckled: "Hello."

Old Master Qi was startled, and surprise flashed in his eyes again.

He thought that once Qi Xiurui came up, he would hug his legs and cry "Grandpa", begging him to help him and save him. He also thought that he might use family affection to kidnap him like Qi's father and mother did. He even thought about how he would respond if Qi Xiurui questioned him and blamed him for not treating him as his own grandson and never seeing him.

But not only did he not do these things, he didn't even call him "Grandpa". He just said "Hello" lightly.

Old Master Qi stood there, unable to react for a moment.

The first one to react was Qi's father.

"Dad, we're back." Qi's father's voice was trembling a little, but he still tried to stay calm.

Mr. Qi finally came to his senses. Although his heart was filled with complex emotions and inexplicable feelings, he tried to keep himself calm.

He clenched his hands tightly, trying to suppress the emotional fluctuations in his heart. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if warning himself not to easily reveal his true feelings.

Mr. Qi took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner excitement.

He did not respond to Qi's father, but his eyes were fixed on Qi Xiurui's face.

Mr. Qi opened his mouth and asked, "Are you Qi Xiurui?"

Although Mr. Qi's voice was calm, if you listened carefully, you could hear a subtle tremor in it.

Qi Xiurui nodded, his eyes met with Old Man Qi, and there seemed to be a wonderful tacit understanding flowing between the two.

He slowly stood up from the wheelchair, which scared Mr. Qi.

He raised his hand to stop him from getting up: "You..."

"It's okay." Qi Xiurui chuckled and explained softly, "I use a wheelchair because my parents are afraid that I will get tired from walking too much. I can complete actions that are not strenuous."

Old Master Qi nodded slightly, but his hand that wanted to stop him hung in the air. He wanted to reach out to help him, but also wanted to take it back.

Seeing that Mr. Qi's hand paused awkwardly, Qi Xiurui placed his wrist in the old man's palm: "Thank you for helping me."

Having said this, Mr. Qi's hand was not so awkward anymore.

Seeing this, the servant nearby hurried over and helped Qi Xiurui and Old Man Qi sit on the sofa.

Qi's father and mother stood aside with complicated expressions on their faces, but they didn't dare to sit down.

Although the atmosphere in the living room was somewhat relieved by Qi Xiurui's reaction, it was still heavy. The air seemed to be frozen, making people feel a little depressed.

Qi Xiurui's face was calm, as if he didn't feel any of this, and his thin lips slightly parted.

"Over the years, I don't know much about the things between you and my father. When I was young, I didn't dare to ask, but later I got used to it." Qi Xiurui narrowed his eyes and said, "For a long time, I even forgot that I was a child with a grandfather."

Mr. Qi's face was slightly stiff and he didn't say anything.

Qi Xiurui continued, "I know that this has caused you a lot of harm, so I never expected you to do anything. This is not what you should do."

Mr. Qi's aura became heavier again, and he whispered, "Then why did you send the message? Didn't that mean you wanted to meet me and ask me to forgive you?"

Although Mr. Qi's tone was cold, he did not show any resistance, which gave Qi's father and mother a glimmer of hope.

"Yes and no." Qi Xiurui thought for a moment and explained, "I want to meet you because my parents and I really hope that you can help me and let me continue to live."

Old Master Qi snorted coldly and looked down upon his actions.

No matter how much he pretends to be like his parents, he just has the same idea as his parents.

They need him now, so they come back to find him eagerly.

Qi Xiurui didn't care about Mr. Qi's indifferent reaction. He just exhaled slowly: "But if you are unwilling to forgive me, that message will be my apology for not being able to fulfill my filial piety during my trip to this world."

"..."