The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

Mr. Qiao carefully folded the sealed bag and put it in his pocket, nodding his head and saying, "I'll ask someone to do it, and I'll contact you as soon as the results come out."

"Where is the ward? Please take us there." Qin Jue turned around, took the hand of the person next to him, and looked at the two elders calmly.

"…On the fifth floor, grandma will take you there."

Being busy paying attention to her grandson, although Mrs. Qiao noticed the young man who was with her grandson both times, she did not pay much attention to him.

The other person had a good appearance and a rare temperament. He was a type of person that Old Mrs. Qiao had rarely met in her life.

The last time she saw her grandson leave, she felt that the relationship between them was unusual. Now, looking at their clasped hands, she was 70% sure.

It was only with great difficulty that they finally recognized their grandson, and they could not force him to do anything or who he liked.

Otherwise, after just getting back together, the two sides would become estranged because of these trivial matters.

Not knowing the character of this young man and concerned about her grandson's attitude, Old Mrs. Qiao glanced at her husband and both sides came to a conclusion.

Take the elevator all the way up to the fifth floor, where the environment is quiet and spacious, an excellent place for recuperation.

Pushing open the door, you can see the lift bed behind a row of wooden hollow screens.

The person on the bed still had a hose and an IV needle on his wrist. His face was pale and bloodless after waking up from a coma, and his cheeks had become a little thin due to loss of nutrition.

The blood connection may really have some kind of magical resonance.

Qin Jue didn't have any special feelings while following the two elders. He just pushed open the door and looked at the man sitting on the bed a few meters away, and he felt his heart tremble.

His feet moved forward involuntarily and he walked towards the other party's position. Qin Jue looked at the other party's weak state and felt a sore nose for no reason.

"...Xichen, it's great that you are still alive. Your mother will be very happy." Qiao Rencheng looked at the person who was approaching from afar and had a very familiar appearance. He did not show the intense emotions that the two elders of the Qiao family expressed when they were worried and repeatedly warned him.

On the contrary, he was very calm, his eyes were red but he tried hard not to cry.

In fact, before he fell into a coma, Qiao Rencheng knew the whereabouts of his son. That day, he accidentally saw a profile that was very similar to his late wife in the alumni group on Yueyang's phone.

His late wife passed away early, and all subsequent things related to her were locked in the cabinet by his mother. It is normal that Yueyang does not remember them.

But he couldn't forget, and almost at that moment, he confirmed the other party's identity.

He barely managed to stay calm and rational to finish the second half of the meeting, canceled his next schedule, and dispatched a car to pick him up to go to Lanzhou University to look for someone, but he encountered a car accident.

The car was stopped by the huge impact force and knocked off the main road, mixed with smoke and sparks. The car rolled over and hit a concrete telephone pole and only stopped.

He held his breath and used his arms to crawl out of the overturned carriage. His only hope was to survive and see the child who had been lost for many years.

He and Jinsi, the only child.

Qin Jue opened his mouth, but faced with the loving and sad look from this strange father, he didn't know how to respond. His heart ached a little, as if he was infected by the emotions of the other party who was connected by blood.

In the end, Qin Jue gave the simplest introduction as he had planned.

"...My name is Qin Jue, and this is my boyfriend You Mu, hello." He unconsciously tightened his grip on You Mu's hand, somewhat nervous about his biological father's reaction.

The middle-aged man's gaze followed Qin Jue and fell on You Mu with some uneasiness. After staring at him for a few seconds, he met Qin Jue's gaze again.

He was very calm, just nodded in agreement, with a relieved smile, and said with emotion: "You have grown up, and are living a good life in a world without us. You have a new name and someone you love. If Jin Si knew about this, she would definitely be very happy."

Qiao Rencheng raised his hand, which was covered with needle marks and medical tape. He tried to touch his son's face, a face that was very similar to that of his deceased wife in his memory.

Seeing the other party raise his hand, Qin Jue paused for a moment, but did not refuse. He lowered his head to let the other party trace his eyebrows.

"You look a lot like your mother, with the same curvature of your eyebrows and eyes. Your mother is very beautiful, and I was the one who married her after a lot of pursuits."

Looking at the extremely similar eyebrows and eyes, Qiao Rencheng seemed to have returned to the happiest time of his life. He spent two years pursuing the girl of his dreams, married her, and had a happy child and the continuation of his life.

He and his wife clumsily looked after the infant.

Coaxing the child to sleep, warming water, filling the bottle, and later, repeatedly washing and folding the child's clothes, and tidying up the stuffed toys scattered on the floor, these tedious tasks became his only touchable memories of the past and the hope that kept him alive for many years.

"But I... failed to protect her as I promised in our wedding vows... and to ensure her safety throughout her life..."

When talking about his wife, the man finally lost his composure and burst into tears.

Qiao Rencheng stopped tracing his son's appearance and recalling his wife. He found that no matter how hard he tried to forget, those painful memories were still there, like a nail driven into his heart. Whenever it was touched, it would cause pain all over his body.

He still remembers the day his wife collapsed in a pool of blood.

The blood had stained the hem of her beautiful skirt that she had picked out for the trip a long time ago. The wound on her abdomen was very deep. When he heard the news and rushed over like crazy, the blood was still flowing, seeping through the floor tiles and making the place muddy.

She cried and told him that her child was taken away and she wanted to get their child back, find him... Her breathing was not smooth and her speech was incoherent, but she still persisted in repeating the word "find him back".

Just like that, she died unwillingly and lost her voice.

Suddenly, his wife and children were all gone, and Qiao Ren suffered a great blow. For a long time, he was depressed and even had the intention to die.

Worried that he would become sad and commit suicide, his mother secretly hid everything about Jinsi, including photos, clothes, and belongings, and locked them all in the attic, as if this person had never existed.

But what is the point of deceiving yourself by covering your ears and stealing the bell?

Later, it was his father who kicked open the door and slapped him twice, waking him up from his decadent state, and asking him to cheer up and find his son who was left outside.

This search lasted for more than ten years. During this period, there were opportunities that were within reach, but they were all missed.

At that time, he never doubted his loyalty.

Now that I think about it, what the other party did was not perfect, and those minor details and clues were not completely hidden and difficult to detect.

He was just like his mother, habitually thinking about the kindness and family love, willing to believe and not wanting to delve into it further.

It was precisely because of his neglect and indulgence that he harmed his wife and lost his children.

"I'm not a good husband, nor a qualified father, so you don't have to worry about me controlling you. I'm not qualified to decide your life choices..."

After all, Qiao Rencheng had lived twenty years longer than the child in front of him, and he could clearly see the other's anxiety and uneasiness.

But as a father who was absent for more than ten years when his child needed help and support the most, what qualifications does he have to control and demand decisions from his adult child?