Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again

Chapter 108: Chapter 108 Dad, Mom had a few words for you before she passed away

Qin Yishan stopped, not daring to walk any further.

However, he looked at his father and said in a softer tone, “Dad, not only does that business have great prospects and very high profits, but Great Grandfather’s shops are also right on that street. I only need one, not all of them, so why can’t I? I want to give it a try. Perhaps Great Grandfather will agree.”

Qin Lang looked at his son and furrowed his brows, “Have you forgotten what happened last year?”

Upon hearing this, Qin Yishan suddenly froze, and then, somewhat deflated, he sat down on the couch.

Last year, the day before Qin Yize’s wedding, Old Grand Master Qin publicly announced that he would hand over both shops on the street to Qin Yize and that no one else was allowed to interfere.

This reminded Qin Yishan of the first day of the new year; although he had not attended, he knew that Great Grandfather had given the village girl the Great Grandma’s jade pendant.

They, too, were descendants of the Qin Family, but why didn’t they receive the same treatment as Qin Yize?

It was an unfair situation, to begin with, which they all endured because who was to argue when Qin Yize was the legitimate grandson of the main branch, the heir to the Qin Family’s assets, and the great-grandson who resembled and outshone all others in Great Grandfather’s eyes.

But to just leave those shops idle, the rent they brought in all went to Qin Yize, whose assets were already substantial. What did he need the shops for?

Moreover, his heart wasn’t even in it.

If given to him, he would surely double the size of his own business, at the very least.

Thinking this, Qin Yishan indignantly said, “I think Great Grandfather has gone senile. Clearly, my sisters are all filial and sensible, but he prefers to dote on Lin Qinghuan from the Lin Family, and in his eyes, there’s only one great-grandson, the rest might as well be foundlings…”

“Foundlings?” Qin Lang asked, staring with wide eyes.

“That’s right, foundlings. I bet in the end the Qin Family’s wealth will all go to Qin Yize and Lin Qinghuan,” Qin Yishan said with resentment.

“What nonsense are you spouting? What does Lin Qinghuan have to do with any of this?” Qin Lang was so angry he wanted to gag his son. Were these words to be spoken so carelessly?

“Who knows what kind of relationship Lin Qinghuan has with Great Grandfather?” Qin Yishan mumbled under his breath.

Qin Lang threw a newspaper at him and scolded, “Shut up, I forbid you to speak of this again!”

Qin Yishan dodged to the side, “Dad, deep down you know very well. Great Grandfather asked you to assist him in managing the Qin Family’s assets simply because Qin Yize has no time or interest. He needed to find someone to work for the Qin Family. In the end, you’re just making wedding clothes for someone else.”

A tightness clenched in Qin Lang’s chest, he hated hearing such words the most. He scoffed coldly, “Do you think just anyone can assist your Great Grandfather? You should be very clear about our family. Be satisfied with what you have. Don’t think I don’t know how much money you have in your hands, and don’t you think your Great Grandfather is a fool!”

Qin Yishan fell silent.

His father was assisting Great Grandfather in managing the Qin Family assets, and he had also started his own company. Indeed, he had quite a lot of money in his hands.

But in this world, who would complain about having too much money?

“I’m telling you, Qin Yishan, behave yourself from now on. If there’s nothing for you, just scram!”

Qin Lang cursed, frustrated at his son’s stubbornness.

He knew it was certainly Ah Shan’s wife who instigated this. She must have also heard from his family that that district was soon to be a focus for major redevelopment.

Qin Yishan didn’t have the guts to actually go and confront Old Lady Qin.

He left, disheartened.

After his son departed, Qin Lang stood in front of the window, looking at the crabapple tree in the yard that was budding with flowers and showing signs of green. Yet, his thoughts were on that district.

Now, almost all of the Qin Family’s assets were in Old Master Qin’s hands. He too was a member of the Qin Family, but not the heir. Clearly, his talent in business surpassed that of that young whelp, yet Grandfather still didn’t trust him.

Of course, he also watched his own back, having set up his own company in secret. In just seven short years, his assets had multiplied countless times.

But for some reason, the bigger the business grew, the more he felt the lack of money.

Because he felt there were so many things to be done.

And the district about to be redeveloped, according to his vision, would become the busiest business area in the Imperial Capital.

The value of the shops there was already immeasurable, and what was more important was the major deal he had recently made with his son—if successful, they would need a storefront just like that one facing the street in the future.

What a pity, it belonged to Qin Yize.

He knew that if he asked Ah Ze to use that shop, Ah Ze would certainly agree, but Old Grand Master Qin would definitely not allow it.

Over the years, the old master had become increasingly paranoid, just as Ah Shan said, his eyes saw only Qin Yize.

Qin Lang ruthlessly stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand and then tossed it into the ashtray.

He thought it was time to discuss the matter with the third brother, Qin Song.

With this in mind, he dressed and drove toward Qin Song’s home.

Today was Sunday, just the day Qin Song had off.

Meanwhile, in a hospital in the Imperial Capital, Gu Qingfeng, who had somewhat recovered, called for Gu Kun.

Gu Cheng, who had been vigilantly by his side, carefully helped Gu Qingfeng to sit up and whispered softly, “Dad, your body has just started to recover, just say a few words with big brother and don’t tire yourself…”

Looking at the clearly haggard Gu Cheng, Gu Qingfeng nodded, “Mm, I know, you go rest too, you’re not young either, don’t stay up with me here…”

Tears welled up in Gu Cheng’s moved eyes as he choked out, “Dad, I thought after big brother came, you wouldn’t recognize me anymore.”

“At your age, you’re still so childish. Go and rest, I just want to talk to your big brother for a bit,” Gu Qingfeng said gently.

“Okay, I’ll go. I’ll wait in the next room, just call me if you need anything.”

Upon finishing, Gu Cheng turned and walked toward the door.

Then he thoughtfully shut the door behind him.

Gu Kun sat down in front of Gu Qingfeng, seemingly unwilling to look at the old man, his head hung low and he seemed somewhat fearful.

Gu Qingfeng let out a soft sigh, his eyes complex as he gazed at Gu Kun’s age-worn face that no longer showed its youthful visage, observing his rough, large hands tightly clasped together.

After a long while, he said, “Don’t be nervous, I just want to ask you about your mother.”

Suddenly, Gu Kun looked up, seemingly mustering a lot of courage, “Dad, I know you must be dubious about my identity. When mom and I first left home, we were robbed by a group of bandits; I was hit a few times in the head and can’t remember a lot of things…”

Gu Qingfeng’s eyes darkened as he spoke solemnly, “It’s my fault, I made you and your mother suffer.”

“It’s not your fault, mom and I were too wilful.”

“Tell me about your mother.”

“Dad, mom had a few words to pass on to you before she died, but I was worried about your health and didn’t say them,” Gu Kun said hesitantly.

“What words, say them quickly…”

Gu Qingfeng was clearly skeptical, but he still asked urgently.

“Do you really want to hear them?”

“Say it!” Gu Qingfeng suddenly raised his voice.

Frightened, Gu Kun shrank back; he didn’t dare meet Gu Qingfeng’s eyes and instead lowered his head to recite:

“…When I die, if your father comes looking for you, tell him a sentence for me, Xiao Qingfeng, I will be waiting for you on Yellow Spring Road…”

Gu Qingfeng was struck dumb on the spot.