After the innocent single-soldier king was picked up by the drama queen

As he raised his head, Mr. Qin was stunned.

I had only hit him three times with the cane, but why did his face look so bad?

Suddenly remembering something, Mr. Qin felt a burst of unknown anger in his heart. He stood up and said angrily: "For a woman to do this, will the Gu family look at you more or trust you more?"

"Qin Chaomu, can you still take over the position of the head of the family and carry out the family's mission with your appearance like this? Now that the Gu family has her fiancé in charge, what's the matter with you! My ancestors of the Qin family look down upon you with this appearance."

The last one even smashed the teacup, "Get out!"

"grandfather……"

Before he could finish his low-pitched pleading voice, the old man, who was full of energy and blood, kicked him in the chest.

"Qin Chaomu," Mr. Qin's angry old eyes were filled with anger and disappointment, "The mission of my great Qin family is not to make you kneel down for a woman. You must imitate your father and prepare to be angry." Damn it! But your father understands responsibility and the overall situation better than Bei, and you are not worthy of being his son or inheriting the family mission!"

The old housekeeper heard the sound and walked in. Seeing the young master staggering up in front of him, he did not dare to help him. He only dared to call the master of the house to plead for mercy.

"But isn't he dead?" Qin Chaomu raised his head with difficulty, his dark pupils covered with a layer of water from being poked in the back, and his voice was trembling and low and hoarse.

"If you hadn't forced him to marry a woman he didn't love, how could he have given birth to a rebellious son like me? How could he have abandoned his family and son because of another woman's death in love..."

At this point, the tears in his eyes almost turned into substance. The scars he had never dared to face were peeled off by themselves, and his voice became hoarse to the point of being humble.

"Grandpa... How did you force me when I was little? You put me in a prison, deprived me of my memory, put me in a container and rubbed me little by little with Qin Hanmo's shadow..."

"I am a human being, Grandpa..."

With the last "Grandpa", the man's tears finally fell down. His red eyes recounted the long-term tolerance and suppression. Even the old housekeeper was so moved that he called "Young Master".

"I beg you... Just this time, you let me choose. I just want her..." He knelt in front of him and stretched out his hand to pull his trouser legs.

With a weak and pale face, he looked resigned to his fate, and prayed in a hoarse voice, "...I promise that I can take over this position. I will go find that person and be loyal to the family mission life and death. I will be like Qin Hanmo... OK Yeah, grandpa..."

"Just agree," the old housekeeper also knelt down and said with tears streaming down his face, "You know how outstanding the young master is. He has been very obedient since he was a child. He has perfect scores in all subjects. The training you arranged every time He was able to complete the task beyond the limit every time. Have you forgotten that the eldest young master at that time said that the young master was better than him..."

"Younger is better than blue." The old housekeeper walked over on his knees, the water in his old eyes became heavier, and his whole body was trembling slightly, "Master, you have forgotten that in addition to being the natural inheritor of the mission, he is also your grandson, my dear. Grandson!"

The solemn study room experienced such strong fluctuations for the first time.

After a long time.

The old man sitting in the big carved chair finally opened his eyes.

The old voice had all the emotions gone, old and solemn, "Go get the things."

"Oh." The old housekeeper immediately got up. He seemed to be old and his knees were not very strong, but he quickly walked to the bottom storehouse under the spiral staircase.

……

Soon, the old housekeeper came up with a big wooden box.

Documents, seals, and a simple carved brocade box.

"Get up and sign." Mr. Qin put a document over.

Qin Chaomu was helped up by the old housekeeper, and he picked up the pen with difficulty. His dizzy vision made it difficult for him to see the contents of the document, but he could clearly understand that it was a will - even the private seal was stamped.

"Sign quickly." Mr. Qin looked away.

Qin Chaomu raised his eyes to look at the old man, his dark eyes trembling slightly, and finally signed his name and pressed his fingerprints. After putting down the pen, no one spoke for a while, only a pair of dark pupils stared steadily.

The old man took out a piece of jade from the dark compartment at the bottom of the brocade box, and slowly groped the jade surface with his fingertips, pious and cherishing it. "The Qin family has always been yours, Chao Mu, these are all yours...including the White Tiger Order."

Who said he won? It was obviously him who compromised.

There was a touch of moisture in the old man's dim eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Kneel down under the family motto plaque."

After a long time, he rubbed the raised jade surface again, walked over and carefully put the jade on the man's neck with both hands.

"Don't worry, there's still time..."

He carefully put the jade into the man's collar, and buttoned the top button of the shirt with trembling fingers, "And your black jade, keep it in that girl's hands."

"……Um."

The old man helped Qin Chaomu up. At this moment, it seemed that all his strength had been drained away, leaving only the elder's earnest instructions to the younger generation, "The private seal of the White Tiger Order needs to be opened with black jade. Remember to find her to get it back."

The man's Adam's apple rolled and he hummed again.

"I have contacted the White Tiger ANBU. If nothing happens, the news will be conveyed to Suzaku in the next few days." After a pause, Mr. Qin said, "Suzaku will take the initiative to find you. Remember, you must also check her identity. Understand?"

"Will they believe me?" Qin Chaomu raised his eyelashes, his pale face covered with sweat.

He was referring to the White Tiger ANBU.

He has always rebelled against this identity, so his identity has never been revealed.

"Yes." Mr. Qin reached out and patted his shoulder, his old voice filled with a bit of relief, "Don't you know how much you look like your father?"

"The glory of Hanmo's life... As long as they see you, they will support you."

There were a lot of things that were never said again. After being strong for a lifetime, we couldn't get used to talking to each other.

Mr. Qin took the crutches and walked out shakily, his thoughts finally settled.

If it weren't for the Gu family, he would have almost lost.

Uncle Chen supported Mr. Qin and looked at Qin Chaomu's retreating back.

At a moment that no one could see, the old man almost burst into tears.

[Ancestors of the Qin family, I finally surrendered this fierce tiger and found an excellent successor for the Qin family. 】

[It’s just that my grandson is too infatuated, just like his father... His infatuation fulfilled my obsession, but it also became his weakness. 】

"Tomorrow, we will hold a shareholders' meeting to rectify my grandson's name." Mr. Qin walked back with his crutches.

Uncle Chen also nodded excitedly, and suddenly thought of something and suddenly said: "Why didn't you leave young master for the doctor to see? Don't you know how heavy your crutches are?"

Looking at the old man's stunned expression, he said hurriedly: "Also, the young master is injured, and he knelt in the study all night."

Mr. Qin hurriedly grabbed Uncle Chen, "Quick, find someone to follow him and take him back to the hospital. Don't let anyone hurt him."

Then he immediately gave instructions: "Notify the third child to come back and tell him that I have something important to see him."

Uncle Chen nodded repeatedly, and immediately called a group of people to drive out and follow him hurriedly.