Liu Zhihua originally wanted to talk about it, but Wei Qing and the others were there, so she said: "There is a letter from Xiao Li. It's dinner time, and I'm about to call you to dinner."

After saying that, Liu Zhihua looked at Wei Qing and the others, and said affectionately: "Qiu Sheng has been busy with official duties these past two days, and you two have been busy with the wedding. You must be too busy. Auntie will cook for you in a while and stew two pieces for you."

Royal Fish Tonic."

Qian Baokang immediately smiled and said sweetly: "Oh, that's really good. I've been using my aunt's skills for a long time. I haven't eaten the royal fish for a long time. Thank you to my good aunt."

"Thank you, aunt."

Wei Qing and Murong Shen also smiled and thanked them.

The group of people went to the front hall.

……

While eating, suddenly Qian Baokang's little follower ran in.

With a somewhat anxious look on his face, he walked directly to the young master's ear and said, "Master, the master is here."

Qian Baokang was stunned, but he was naturally happy, and then ordered: "Then you go back and tell dad first, I will go back in a moment."

The main meal has just started, and my aunt has been busy for a long time. It is not appropriate for him to leave now.

The little attendant looked embarrassed and said in a low voice: "Master, I am waiting for you at the door."

Qian Baokang was stunned again. How did dad know he was here? Didn't dad always go back home every time he came?

The dining table is so big, people next to them can probably hear their conversation clearly.

Wang Zhuangzhi met Mr. Qian twice in the early years, and he smiled and invited: "Baokang, please invite your father in for lunch together. These meals are enough to eat."

Liu Zhihua had never met Qian Baokang's father, but she knew that Qian Baokang had no mother and was raised by his father. She also smiled and persuaded: "That's right, we are all familiar with it, so let's eat here together."
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When Qian Baokang heard this, he smiled and scratched his head in embarrassment, stood up and said, "Thank you, Uncle and Aunt Wang, then I'll go see my dad, and everyone can eat first."

Afraid of being embarrassed to enter the house for dinner, Qiu Sheng stood up, smiled, patted Baokang and said, "I'll go with you."

Baokang did not refuse, and the two followed the attendants out.

……

Parked in front of Wang's house was a luxurious blue-green carriage.

The middle-aged man driving the carriage was a tall man. He looked at the door from time to time, turned around and said to the people in the carriage: "It's dinner time at this time. The young master should have dinner at the mansion. The journey has been dusty for the master. Why don't we go back?"

Let’s take a shower and wait.”

A cold voice came from the carriage: "No need."

Shen Xiang hurriedly shut up. His expression had become gloomy since the master came back from the merchant ship some time ago.

After handing over and settling the shop business, I rushed to the capital overnight.

When they went to the Imperial Academy, the young master was not there, and they learned that Mr. Wang had won the first prize. They heard from their classmates that the young master was at Mr. Wang's place, so they came directly.

Although I don’t know how the young master provoked the old master, the old master seems to be really angry this time.

"Dad!"

Qian Baokang ran over first with a smile and called again: "Uncle Xiang."

Shen Xiang sighed and quickly winked at the young master.

Qian Baokang was stunned. Before he could react, the curtain of the carriage was opened. Qian Haonan glanced at his son with a gloomy expression.

"Get up here!"

The smile on Qian Baokang's face disappeared instantly, "Dad,"

Qiu Sheng, who was behind, heard this and hurriedly came over and asked, "Uncle, what's going on?"

Qian Haonan saw that Qiu Sheng's expression softened a bit and said, "Congratulations to Qiu Sheng. My uncle has something important to tell him today. Let's meet up another day and come to the house to play when we have time."

Qiu Sheng hesitated to speak. Before he could say anything about inviting people in for dinner, Qian Baokang spoke up.

"Dad, can you please stop doing this every time? I'm no longer a child!"

Qian Baokang clenched his fists and shouted, his eyes a little red.

Everyone else has a family, and there are parents, brothers and sisters at home, so it is warm and lively to go home.

As for him, his father was often away from home doing business. Growing up, he was always faced with servants when he came home. Over the years, he came back less and less, and every time he came back, he had to act as a strict father.

Normally, he would just forget it, but in front of outsiders, he was so disrespectful. Uncle and Aunt Wang were still waiting for him to eat, so he took it upon himself to refuse. Didn't he even consider other people's feelings?

Qian Haonan originally suppressed his anger, but this traitor dared to contradict him, so he raised his hand and slapped him.

Snap!

"Uncle! What are you doing?"

Qiu Sheng hurriedly pulled Baokang, glanced at the person worriedly, and said comfortingly: "Baokang, uncle is impulsive, please don't talk back."

Qian Baokang's cheeks were burning. He bit his lower lip and looked at his father. His eyes were red and he asked: "This is the second time you hit me. I admitted it the first time. Why did you hit me the second time?"

Qian Haonan did not argue with him. He opened the curtain and got out of the carriage. A man in his late forties was eight feet tall and wearing a blue robe. He looked older, but his weather-beaten peach blossom eyes were still charming. The whole body exudes a mature and steady atmosphere.

Qian Haonan glanced at his son coldly, grabbed his collar and dragged him directly to the carriage, "Don't embarrass yourself here."

"Let me go!"

Qian Baokang struggled hard with a red face. Qiu Sheng also wanted to help, but Qian Haonan raised his hand to stop him and sighed: "Qiu Sheng, please go back. Uncle has something to tell him."

After saying that, Qian Haonan grabbed someone and told Shen Xiang to drive.

Qiu Sheng had no choice but to worry and watch people leave.

On the other side of the carriage, Qian Baokang rebelled against the shackles of the driver and shouted: "Since you don't care about me on weekdays, then don't care about me now!"

Snap!

Qian Haonan slapped him again, with a slightly tired face filled with anger, and shouted hoarsely: "Who am I working so hard for? You can eat, drink, and study in the capital for free! I've been doing everything for myself these years. You, when you scolded people away, why are you writing letters to Huaicheng now? Don't you think I'm tired enough?"

Qian Baokang covered his face and understood everything instantly when he heard the word Huaicheng.

His eyes were cold, he raised his hand to wipe the tears from the end of his eyes, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Yes, it's me who doesn't know what to do, it's me who spoiled your good deeds, it's me who made you suffer. Now I'm old and I don't need you to support me." You can still live, just go find that woman."

Qian Haonan was heartbroken and raised his hand again with red eyes, but he stopped again when he raised it in mid-air.

The next second, he slapped himself hard on the face, then raised his hand to cover his eyebrows and eyes, making it difficult to see his expression.

No one knows that he has been depressed all these years. Between Yingniang and his son, he chose his son, which broke Yingniang's heart.

Ying Niang has a strong temper and has not contacted him for so many years. Even when he met him on Huaicheng Road while doing business a few days ago, she just said lightly: "Don't write to me anymore."

He didn't know why. Later, he sent someone to investigate and found out that Bao Kangnian had written several letters, all of which were sent in his name.

Hearing this, he was furious and felt extremely ashamed on his face.

Ying Niang was his crush when he was young. He finally got a chance, but he couldn't accompany her through the difficult times. Who knew the suffering in his heart for so many years, and he would drink two glasses of wine every night to numb himself.< /p>
Chapter completed!