Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

Cheng Zhan also saw Jiang Mi at the first time, he faltered slightly, and then continued to walk towards the main hall.

Cheng Chan looked at Jiang Mi who stood up and smiled lightly, "Young Master Jiang." Then he turned his head to look at Jiang Han who was sitting beside him, "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Han also didn't expect Cheng Zhan to come over at this time, and immediately waved with a smile on his face, "Xiao Cheng, hurry up and sit down."

When Cheng Zhan was sitting in his seat, Jiang Han asked him, "Xiao Cheng, did Uncle Qin ask you to come here? It's just in time for us to have a meal together."

Cheng Chan nodded, "Yes, Mr. Jiang."

Before Cheng Zhan worked under Jiang Han, he worked for Qin Zhishan. If Cheng Zhan was not too young, Qin Zhishan would have adopted Cheng Zhan as his adopted son.

Jiang Han didn't have any other ideas about Cheng Zhan's appearance at Qin Zhishan's family, he just dragged Cheng Zhan to chat.

Sitting next to him, Jiang Mi would occasionally catch up with a sentence or two.

It wasn't until the three of them sat in the main hall for more than half an hour that Qin Zhishan reappeared outside the hall door.

Qin Zhishan's complexion is not so good now compared to before, his brows are much darker, but he still smiles, "My daughter is really sick and weak, so I'm worried, but it's nothing serious."

Jiang Han got up and walked over to support Qin Zhishan, frowned, and said in a worried tone, "Uncle Qin, you should worry less now that you are older."

Qin Zhishan brushed Jiang Han's arm away with a smile, and leaned on the dragon's crutch to stand firm, straightening his spine, "What are you talking about, family members, you should worry about it."

Jiang Han laughed, scratched the back of his head with his hand and echoed, "That's the same reason, Uncle Qin."

Qin Zhishan looked at Cheng Zhan who was sitting, "Ah Cheng, you're here."

Cheng Zhan straightened the mirror frame, patted the crumpled robe, smiled and nodded, "Yes, Mr. Qin."

Qin Zhishan tapped on the ground with the crutch, "Okay, let's have dinner here tonight, let's have tea first."

As soon as the words fell, the servant waiting outside the door immediately responded, and turned to call for tea and fruit plates.

The Qin family's servants were very nimble, and all the things were brought up in a short time.

Jiang Mi held the teacup in his hand, and it was his first sip of water this afternoon.

Qin Zhishan sat in the upper position, leaning on a cane to talk to everyone, holding a cup of American ginseng tea in his hand.

As if remembering something, Jiang Han put down the teacup and asked, "By the way, Uncle Qin, what about your son-in-law, why does he come to you for everything, my daughter-in-law has to take care of herself."

Cheng Zhan calmly blew on the steaming tea, took a sip, the mist filled the glasses, he took off the glasses again and took out a white handkerchief to wipe them clean carefully.

After hearing Jiang Han's question, Qin Zhishan put a smile on his face and saw his old face clearly reflected on the surface of the tea. He slammed the cup on the table and looked up. Said to the servant woman outside the door, "It's cold."

The maid immediately came in and took away Qin Zhishan's tea.

Only then did Qin Zhishan sigh, "My son-in-law is really useless. If he can't do anything, he can't do anything. He has to rely on me to help him do anything."

Jiang Han was stunned for a moment, "Uncle Qin, didn't you say that he was honest and obedient and would treat your daughter well? You said that you didn't expect him to have any great achievements. After all, that kid also came here as a married woman."

Qin Zhishan choked for a moment, "Then I never thought he was so useless, forget it, I'll get angry if I mention him, I won't mention it."

Jiang Han also saw that Qin Zhishan was not in a good mood, so he didn't mention it anymore.

Jiang Mi watched the whole process quietly, he felt that Qin Zhishan seemed to hate his son-in-law too much, it was no longer an ordinary dislike, it seemed that Qin Zhishan didn't treat his son-in-law as a family member, even worse than outsiders.

Just as Jiang Mi was thinking, he felt his right arm was touched.

Jiang Mi turned his head to look at Cheng Chan who was sitting on his right hand, and asked uncertainly, "Brother Cheng?"

Brother Cheng withdrew his gaze from Jiang Mi's arm, "Master Jiang, your arm won't hurt now."

Jiang Mi shook his head, "No more." Suddenly he seemed to remember something, looked at Cheng Zhan, "Brother Cheng, did you apply medicine to me last night?"

Cheng Chan nodded naturally, "Yes, Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Mi laughed, "Then thank you Brother Cheng."

Cheng Zhan quietly glanced at the corner of Jiang Mi's lips, his throat was slightly astringent, then he turned away and sat there, "Young Master Jiang, you don't need to thank me."

Jiang Mi didn't think much about it, and continued to listen to the conversation between Jiang Han and Qin Zhishan.

Jiang Mi could clearly see that Qin Zhishan's mood became more and more unhappy, and he felt that his concern for Jiang Han was of no use at all.

When it was past four o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Zhishan sent people to eat directly.

I'm afraid the kitchen is not fully prepared, there are not many dishes on the table, and no drinks are brought over. It seems that they are unwilling to prolong the time of the meal.

After everyone hastily finished their dinner, Jiang Han seemed to want to chat with Qin Zhishan again, but Qin Zhishan refused because he was unwell, and then said that it was not good to go back late, so Jiang Han and the others went back earlier.

When Jiang Mi walked out of the Qin family's mansion, he could feel the strong depression of Qin Zhishan.

Cheng Zhan seemed to have some matters to discuss with Qin Zhishan, so instead of leaving, he sent Jiang Mi and Jiang Han outside the gate of the house first.

Before leaving, Jiang Mi waved his hands and said with a smile, "Brother Cheng, goodbye."

There was a rare warmth in Cheng Chan's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to straighten Jiang Mi's raised clothes, "Master Jiang, be careful on the road."

Cheng Zhan's cyan cuffs slipped off, revealing a slender wrist with well-defined joints, which glowed cold white under the sunlight, and even the cyan meridians in it could be clearly seen.

Jiang Mi looked away after only one glance, and then left with Jiang Han in the car.

Cheng Zhan watched Jiang Mi's car drive away, lowered his head and fastened the inner buttons of his sleeves, when he stepped into the Qin's house, the warmth in his eyes disappeared, leaving only the bone-piercing coldness.

When he just walked into the main hall, Qin Zhishan was coughing there, a servant woman immediately came over with a spittoon, and patted Qin Zhishan's back to calm him down.

After a while, Qin Zhishan finished rinsing his mouth with clean water, gasped and slowly calmed down his breath.

He looked at Cheng Zhan with drooping eyelids, "Is he sent away?"

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

As soon as Qin Zhishan heard that the person had left, he immediately started to get angry, picked up the teacup in hand and threw it out.

"Idiot, stupid as a pig! It's the kind of thing that doesn't wink and doesn't grow up that can still get along!" As he spoke, he seemed to be stimulated again, his chest heaved violently, and the maid rushed to give him a break.

The teacup was thrown at Cheng Chan's feet, and the porcelain fragments shattered, making a harsh sound.

Cheng Zhan watched with a flat face, then raised his head again, "Mr. Qin, please pay attention to your body."

Qin Zhishan seemed to calm down slowly, and pointed to the inner courtyard again, "The people inside are also making trouble for me, and no one will give me a good day! Do you dare to climb on my head just because I am old?" !"

Cheng Zhan didn't speak, and just let Qin Zhishan vent.

After it was over, Qin Zhishan half leaned on the chair, eyes drooping, "You are the most eloquent, you go to the inner courtyard to persuade me, it doesn't matter if she dies, but you must not spoil the seeds in her belly!"

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes and responded.

No one went to lead him the way, and everyone seemed to be used to this scene.

Cheng Zhan went all the way to the inner courtyard with ease, and saw someone curled up trembling in front of the courtyard with his head in his hands.

Cheng Chan half-bent, patted the man lightly, "Mr. Lin."

The man called Mr. Lin shook, and then carefully revealed a face with bruises and bruises, "Cheng, Mr. Cheng..."

The man called out tentatively.

Cheng Zhan continued to smile and nodded patiently, "It's me."

The man slowly stopped trembling under Cheng Zhan's comfort, and slowly got up, without patting the dust all over his body.

Cheng Chan glanced at him, "Where is Miss Qin?"

Hearing this, the man shook his head with tears in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "She, she's not well..."

Cheng Chan nodded, "I'll go see Miss Qin."

Cheng Zhan walked into the yard, opened the door and entered, the room smelled of incense, the floor was covered with thick velvet blankets, and the slightly sharp things like the corners of the table and the edge of the bed were wrapped in thick cloth.

A light-colored curtain hangs on the bed, and a figure can be seen faintly moving inside.

Cheng Zhan stood there and shouted, "Miss Qin."

The figure suddenly stopped, and then there was a heavy voice of shackles colliding, "Who are you, who are you!" Accompanied by the woman's urgent reprimand.

"It's me, Cheng Zhan."

The woman immediately seemed to be comforted, "Mr. Cheng...Mr. Cheng..."

Cheng Zhan walked slowly to the bed, "Miss Qin, how are you doing these days?"

A woman's sobbing voice came from behind the bed curtain, "I don't want to live anymore, I really don't want to live anymore...I want to go..."

Hearing the woman's cry, Cheng Zhan's expression remained unchanged, "Miss Qin, you can't leave now, even if you get out of Winterfell by chance, you will be arrested, don't you know that?"

The woman cried to herself, "I want to go, I want to go..."

"Of course you will leave, but not now." Cheng Zhan's eyes were cold.

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When Cheng Zhan returned to the main hall, Qin Zhishan was drinking medicine.

The strong and pungent smell of the medicine made people feel nauseated, but Qin Zhishan drank it like a baby. After a while, there was not a drop of brown medicine juice left in the bowl.

He put the bowl aside, and the servant woman came up to take it away.

Qin Zhishan stared at Cheng Zhan, "How about persuasion."

"Miss Qin's mood has eased now, and she is falling asleep." Cheng Zhan replied with a smile.

Qin Zhishan was appeased smoothly, and said with a sigh: "You are the best at handling things. I will get old in the future, and the Qin family will have to rely on you to help. My brothers are all foodies. Can't live."

When Qin Zhishan was in his prime of life, the Qin family was no longer in Winterfell, and the surrounding lands were all indestructible. But now, it has declined, and the inside has been hollowed out a lot.

However, the Qin family has a great career, but there are few capable people. Qin Zhishan is getting old, and there is no suitable person who can stand up for the Qin family.

Qin Zhishan's brothers and several adult nephews are eyeing the position of the Qin family's ruler.

Qin Zhishan was always disturbed and couldn't sleep at night, and he was getting older.

But when Qin Zhishan thought of Jiang Han and Jiang Mi, he felt so depressed that it was difficult to dispel it.

It is clear that Jiang Han was just a shoemaker for himself at the beginning, but now he can slowly climb on his head. Of course, this is only part of the reason why he hates Jiang Han now.

Qin Zhishan pointed at Cheng Zhan, "How are you getting ready?"

"Mr. Qin, everything is ready." Cheng Zhan's eyes lighted up.

"Then don't wait any longer, so as not to have long nights and dreams, hurry up and do it in advance, and finish the matter in these few days."

Cheng Zhan lowered his eyes halfway, and replied without any hesitation, "Okay, Mr. Qin."

When Cheng Zhan left the Qin residence, the driver was waiting outside.

Cheng Chan sat in the car, resting with his eyes closed.

The driver asked softly, "Mr. Cheng, will you deliver medicine to Master Qin tomorrow?"

Cheng Chan half-covered his face with his hands to block the glare from the outside, his expression was unclear, and his voice was slightly lowered, "Mr. Qin is urgently taking medicine, so of course I have to send it to him."

The driver agreed and said nothing more.