The next day, Qin Shou ordered Qin Feng to be released.
Qin Feng had been locked up in the Qin family’s old mansion for nearly half a month, and he looked considerably older.
The Qin family had fallen apart overnight; relatives turned against each other, and his own son refused to acknowledge him…
All these blows piled up, almost breaking him.
He felt a grim satisfaction at Qin Rui’s downfall.
When he first learned the truth about his wife’s death, Qin Feng hated so fiercely that he wanted to drag Qin Rui down with him.
It was Grandfather Qin who stopped him.
He was never a strong-willed man; his spirit rose once, faltered twice, then exhausted completely.
His hatred quickly settled down over time, and the reckless urge to confront Qin Rui faded away.
Combined with Grandfather Qin’s tearful and heartfelt pleas, he relented.
Grandfather Qin said, “The person is already dead. Even if you kill Qin Rui, he won’t come back. If you keep making a scene like this, you’ll only destroy the Qin family.”
What did he do?
He chose silence.
Looking back now, what he loved most was still himself.
He didn’t have the courage to sever ties with the Qin family, so when faced with Grandfather Qin’s counsel, he chose silence.
This string of setbacks made him depressed, his resentment toward his family had no outlet, and his son distanced himself even more.
Day after day, year after year, the once ambitious heir of the Qin family slowly faded away with time.
In his place was a frail, weak, and silent Qin Feng, his face lined with age.
Qin Feng stood at the street corner, staring at the lifeless Qin family mansion, wanting to hate but not knowing where to direct his anger.
Qin Rui was the murderer, but wasn’t he also a silent accomplice?
The evening sky was dull and hazy, with birds flying by, their sharp cries piercing the air.
Qin Feng smiled bitterly to himself, grabbed his few belongings, and slowly walked away.
Before leaving, Qin Feng stopped by Tengfei.
Unfortunately, the receptionist didn’t recognize him.
According to later reports, he stood in front of Qin Shou’s promotional poster for a long time.
Then he left.
It was said he went to a small county. Qin Shou hadn’t cared much until he heard his subordinate report that Qin Feng had gone to Ningxiang County.
Su Yu looked at the suddenly silent Qin Shou in confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
Qin Shou sneered and curled the corner of his mouth.
“The orphanage where my mother stayed as a child is in Ningxiang County.”
Su Yu didn’t know what to say.
The past was too tragic, and words of comfort felt hollow.
He could only squeeze Qin Shou’s hand tighter.
Feeling the increased pressure, Qin Shou lowered his head and smiled softly.
Su Yu happened to look up at him, and the two shared a smile, their eyes only on each other.
Since that day when he had spoken openly to Su Yu, much of the resentment weighing on Qin Shou’s heart had dissipated.
People must look forward.
The path ahead with Su Yu was still long.
The Qin family had tormented him for the first half of his life; the rest belonged to him.
Time flew by, and summer arrived in the blink of an eye.
The scorching sun hung high, scorching the earth, while the trees along the road stood still.
Only the heat wavering in the air moved.
As the school bell rang to signal the end of class, the quiet campus erupted with the noise of students, their voices rolling like waves, spreading outward in ripples.
Su Yu clutched his books as he blended into the crowd, sweat soaking his back, a few strands of black hair stuck to his forehead, making his handsome face appear even paler.
The girl walking carefully behind him whispered to her friends from time to time, their gentle laughter full of goodwill.
Su Yu remained completely unaware.
Not far away, Qin Shou squinted as he watched the fan-shaped group of girls surrounding Su Yu.
Su Yu saw him, greeted his classmates, then strode over to Qin Shou.
Qin Shou unconsciously curled the corners of his lips and waved to Su Yu.
Ignoring the man in front of the car, Su Yu hurriedly climbed inside, clutching his books.
A cool breeze greeted him as he collapsed into the seat, letting out a comfortable sigh.
Outside, President Qin froze awkwardly, like a statue:…
Qin Shou’s expression faltered imperceptibly before he nonchalantly circled to the other side and got into the car.
Su Yu grumbled about the scorching weather while fanning himself vigorously, even lifting his shirt.
“This damn weather’s gonna kill me.”
Qin Shou frowned, handed him a tissue to wipe the sweat, then casually turned up the air conditioner a few degrees.
“Don’t lift your shirt. You’ll catch a cold.”
Su Yu made a face at him and gulped down water from the cup beside him.
The kid was stubborn, and he couldn’t bring himself to hit him, so he ground his teeth and resignedly started the car to head home.
In a few days, Luo Xiaoman’s wedding was scheduled.
The Luo family was busily running around in a frenzy.
Besides spending more time with his mother, Su Yu couldn’t help much and was often scolded.
As Su Xiaoyu’s other half, Qin Shou had to step in.
The Luo family was a complete mess.
Luo Xiaoman was remarried and originally planned a low-key ceremony—just a family dinner—but they couldn’t resist Cui Mingbo’s insistence on a grand event.
Cui Mingbo had chosen a wedding venue on an island.
It was said he bought it years ago from a foreigner.
The island wasn’t far from Peng City, and from above, it formed a heart shape—perfect for a wedding venue.
As the groom, Cui Mingbo had already arrived on the island to prepare.
Naturally, the Luo family, as the bride’s family, couldn’t just sit idle.
Luo Xiaoman’s wedding was a big deal to both Luo brothers and their wives.
When Luo Xiaoman married Su Qingwen, the wedding had been modest.
The Luo family was in a slump, so it was a simple, proper affair.
But times had changed.
The Luo family had recovered, and now Luo Xiaoman wanted the stars in the sky, and her two uncles were determined to help her get them.
Especially with a wife-adoring man like Cui Mingbo.
The marriage between the Cui and Luo families was unprecedentedly grand.
When Su Yu and Qin Shou arrived, Luo Xiaoman was being pressed by her two sisters-in-law while trying on wedding dresses.
The designer Cui Mingbo hired was excellent, creating six dresses, each with its own unique style.
Luo Xiaoman tried them on one by one, looking pale, while her sisters-in-law circled her, examining every angle.
Su Yu watched happily, thoroughly enjoying his mother being fussed over.
He turned to Qin Shou and whispered, “Luckily, we don’t have to be like them.”
Qin Shou raised an eyebrow but didn’t reply.
Su Yu didn’t expect an answer and went back to watching the show with the two aunts.
The wedding was set for the sixth day of the sixth lunar month.
They arrived on the island three days early to prepare.
Wedding matters were complicated.
As the son, Su Yu couldn’t slack off.
He needed to familiarize himself with all the details so he wouldn’t embarrass his mother later.
The three busy days passed quickly.
On the sixth day of the sixth lunar month, a lucky day for weddings, invited guests arrived one after another.
Su Yu and Qin Shou stood at the door to greet them.
Guests passing by glanced curiously at Qin Shou, wondering why he was at the reception.
The Qin and Luo families were distant and hardly on good terms.
Qin Shou remained expressionless outside.
When he noticed the guests’ puzzled looks, he simply nodded coolly in response.
The weather on the wedding day was perfect—bright sunshine, gentle sea breeze, and the cries of seagulls making everything seem beautiful.
Cui Mingbo stood at the end of the hall in a black suit.
Su Yu straightened his back and walked steadily with his mother, step by step, down the vibrant red carpet.
Finally, he solemnly handed her over to Cui Mingbo.
Cui Mingbo took Luo Xiaoman’s hand and led her to the pastor.
The pastor’s voice was solemn and serious.
Cui Mingbo knelt on one knee and slipped the ring onto Luo Xiaoman’s finger.
Watching the happiness bloom on his mother’s face, a flood of emotions rose in Su Yu’s heart.
There was joy that his mother had finally found happiness, but also sadness that she was no longer his alone…
He took a deep breath and forced back the stinging in his eyes.
Someone leaned close behind him and gently held his right hand.
Su Yu turned and met Qin Shou’s tender gaze.
Everything was said without words.
—I still have you.
The crowd erupted in cheers as the two embraced tightly on stage.
Su Yu blinked, swallowing the sourness in his eyes and beamed brightly.
The ceremony ended.
It was time for the bride to toss the bouquet.
Luo Xiaoman winked at the conspicuously attentive Qin Shou.
Qin Shou nodded slightly, flashing a confident smile.
Luo Xiaoman turned around, relying on memory, and threw the bouquet forcefully toward Qin Shou—
At the instant the bouquet flew through the air, Qin Shou used his height and long legs to leap slightly and caught it steadily.
The crowd burst into friendly laughter, then gasped when they saw who had caught it.
Qin Shou smiled faintly, looked at the stunned Su Yu, gently placed the bouquet in his arms, and knelt on one knee.
“Mr. Su Yu, will you… walk the rest of your life with me, until we grow old together?”
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