When Xia Tong returned to Zuofeng Mountain, he discovered that Qin Hansheng was really very ill this time. The man who had always been strong and vicious was like an old man in his twilight years, lying in bed from morning to night.
He could only be served by servants for medication and meals. Every time Xia Tong passed by his door, he would hear his coughing sound, which was dull and old.
It turned out that he was already so old without realizing it.
Although Xia Tong and Guaiguai arrived at Zuofeng Mountain, they had no time to see them because Qin Hansheng was ill. The servants only packed a room for the two of them and continued to work.
Before going to bed at night, Xia Tong told Guaiguai a story. As he listened, Guaiguai suddenly said: "Mommy, is grandpa going to die?"
Xia Tong stopped flipping through the book, "Do you want grandpa to die?" she asked.
He shook his head obediently: "I don't want to."
"why?"
"Because grandpa is a good man. Every time Guaiguai comes, he prepares delicious food for Guaiguai."
Xia Tong touched her daughter's head and suddenly didn't know what to say?
She was a little envious of her simple childish thinking: Because he bought me delicious food, I think he is a good person and I don't want him to die.
But how can there be pure good people and bad people in this world?
According to Yu Gong, Xia Tong hopes Qin Han lives and dies because his hands are stained with the blood of countless drug addicts. Because of his selfishness, he indirectly killed Lin Manru, Su Ruo, his own sister, and even
——Gu Yuxi.
But privately speaking, he is the father of the man she loves, and she doesn't want to see him suffer.
Therefore, most of the time people’s pain and conflicts are caused by themselves.
She closed the book and said, "Okay, go to sleep. Grandpa is in good health and will not die so easily."
He obediently pulled up the quilt and lay down, but his eyes were still open: "Really?"
"Yes." Xia Tong nodded, and then she closed her eyes in relief. After a while, her even breathing came from the bedside, and she fell asleep.
But Xia Tong couldn't sleep. She lifted the quilt and felt very conscious.
Pushing open the window of the room, letting the cool night breeze sway in. Xia Tong looked at his messed up hair on the window glass, feeling as if it was also torn into a ball, unable to be pulled away or cut off.
She remembered what Su Ruo said to her before she died.
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"Here are all of Qin Hansheng's drug transaction information and accounts. Please take it... I'm afraid I have no choice but to ask you..."
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"Qin Hansheng has killed too many people, even if it is not for me, it is for the lives of those innocent people who died unjustly. Xia Tong, I also beg you, okay..."
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She put her fingers into her pocket, and there was the USB drive she gave her before she died. She had already backed up the data in it. But now, she didn't know what to do?
At this moment, I feel like I have reached a fork in the road. One side represents light and justice, while the other side stands at Qin Mu's decision.
Once she chooses one side, she is bound to lose the other.
Qin Hansheng was ill now, so it was the best time for her to take advantage of the situation and find the place where he hid his poison. But now she was unexpectedly hesitant, should she...
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When he was lost in thought, the mobile phone on the table rang. Xia Tong shook off the random thoughts in his mind. He took the mobile phone and pushed the door open: "Hello..."
It was Qin Mujie: "What are you doing?" His voice sounded tired.
"I just put Guaiguai to sleep, how about you?"
"I'm thinking of you." He said, and Xia Tong blushed.
Who said that this man was stupid and cold, and couldn't speak sweet words? Not only could he speak, but he also said it in a serious manner every time, and he immediately made her heart skip a beat.
"You will lie to me." She muttered: "You are too busy with the company, how can you have time to miss me?"
He laughed deeply: "It's true."
Xia Tong's face became red again.
"How is my dad?" Sensing her embarrassment, he changed the topic.
"It doesn't seem to be good. The doctor stayed in the room all day. I didn't go in, so I don't know very well."
"Hmm..." He muttered: "It's been hard on you these past two days. I still have some things to deal with here, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get back for the time being."
"Go and do your business." Xia Tong said, "If anything happens here, I'll let you know."
"Well, go to bed early."
Xia Tong hung up the phone, and her heart overflowed with a hint of sweetness. Just as she was about to enter the house, she saw Butler Xu passing by the door, holding a medicine jar in his hand, looking like he was struggling.
Xia Tong easily took it for him, "Where are you going? Can I help you get it?"
When Butler Xu saw that it was her, he immediately felt embarrassed: "Young Madam, what's the point? I'd rather do this kind of thing."
Xia Tong insisted: "I can't sleep anyway, so don't be polite to me."
Butler Xu had no choice but to say: "Master, please come with me to the kitchen on the first floor."
Xia Tong followed Butler Xu with the medicine jar in her hand, passing through the corridors and stairs for a long time before arriving at her destination. Butler Xu put the medicine jar in her hand on a small stove, took a paper fan, and sat down
aside.
Xia Tong asked curiously: "Is this for the master?"
Butler Xu nodded: "Yes, because the master would vomit when he took Western medicine, so the doctor said to try boiling some Chinese medicine."
Xia Tong also moved a chair, sat on one side, and asked: "What disease does the master have?"
"I don't want to go to the hospital, so I can only let the doctor diagnose at home. Without those sophisticated instruments, I can't diagnose anything at the moment. The doctor only said that there is a problem with the lungs. If I want to make a more accurate diagnosis, I have to persuade the master.
Go to the hospital."
Xia Tong nodded and said nothing.
Butler Xu suddenly sighed: "Actually, I knew something would happen a long time ago. After my wife died, I didn't take care of my body at all. He drank and smoked, couldn't sleep well for a long time, and often stayed up late... I tried to persuade him a lot
He didn't listen every time. His body was tortured like this by himself, ugh..."
Xia Tong remembered the last time she accompanied Qin Muzhang back to Zuofengshan after her divorce. After a one-night stand, when she fled in a hurry, she did see Qin Hansheng sitting alone on the sofa in the living room. It is said that he stayed up all night and drank.
Drinking a lot, if he does this often, it is normal for him to be in poor health.
However, at this moment, Xia Tong's attention was attracted by Butler Xu's words 'after the death of the lady': "Isn't this what the master was like before the death of Mrs. Darcy?"
"How could I be like this before my wife died? My wife didn't like my husband drinking and smoking, and she was even more afraid that he would hurt his health by staying up late. I was afraid that my wife would worry about him, so he rarely smoked or drank unless he was socializing."
Hearing this, Xia Tong was a little curious: "It sounds like the relationship between the master and his wife is very good."
"That's not an ordinary thing." Butler Xu said: "Many outsiders say that the master's favorite is Master Mu Xun's mother. In fact, only I, who has been with the master since childhood, know that the master cares and feels the most.