In an instant, despair, loss and longing surged into Mr. Qin's heart.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the painting on the wall that he had seen countless times. He turned around slowly and shed silent and sad tears away from Wan Han.

A person who was over fifty years old cried like a young child at that moment.

After all, she will never appear again.

He doesn't know if the end is approaching, but every night now, he dreams about Su Xin, about the time when everyone was young together.

The four people who had agreed to never be separated for the rest of their lives, now he was the only one left.

The great grief caused Mr. Qin to close his tearful eyes tightly, and pressed his heart with one hand. His face suddenly turned pale and gray, and his body leaned back unbearably heavy.

"Old Master..." The butler looked horrified and shouted. He hurriedly stepped forward to support Mr. Qin, and half-supported and half-dragged him to the edge of the recliner.

Mr. Qin kept gasping for air and his face turned extremely ugly.

Wan Han was also frightened all of a sudden and didn't know what happened.

The housekeeper didn't have time to see Wan Han, so he quickly took out two white medicine bottles from his body, poured out a few pills from each bottle and delivered them to the old man of the Qin family.

"You should eat quickly..."

Wan Han also heard from Qin Yichen that the old man's health was very bad now. From the looks of it, he must be ill at the moment.

Turning her head hurriedly, she looked around and saw a purple clay pot and cup on the table nearby. She quickly stepped forward and poured a glass of warm water and brought it to the side of the bamboo chair.

"Please take some medicine with water." Wan Han carefully handed the warm water to Mr. Qin.

Mr. Qin glanced at her, said nothing, raised his hand tremblingly, and poured the medicine into his mouth.

After drinking half the glass of water that Wan Han poured, he leaned back on the bamboo chair and his disordered breathing gradually calmed down.

The housekeeper on the side immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his hand and kept stroking the old man's chest to help him breathe. He turned to Wan Han and thanked him: "Thank you, Miss Lin."

"It's okay..." Seeing that the situation was stable, Wan Han straightened up and stood aside politely.

After all this tossing, Mr. Qin's mood became much more stable. He raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes that were still moist. He looked at Wan Han's face up close and was startled again.

Really...so similar.

In a daze, he took a deep breath and said gently: "Girl, are you Wanhan?"

Maybe it's because of this similar face, maybe it's because Wan Han is well-behaved and sensible, and Mr. Qin has a very good attitude, kind and without any airs.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"You are a good boy. No wonder Yichen likes you." He nodded happily and said with a smile.

Hearing him mention Qin Yichen, Wan Han's eyes softened, and a gentle warmth spread in her eyes.

Mr. Qin has also been here, so he naturally knows what Wan Han's eyes mean.

It seems that these two children are really in love with each other.

Well, if Yichen really cares about her, it would not be a bad thing if they could be together.

"Come sit down and talk with me." Mr. Qin pointed to the fancy little stool on the small open-air balcony and motioned for Wan Han to sit next to him.

The housekeeper smiled and quickly brought the stool to Wan Han.

Looking at the old man leaning on the bamboo chair, Wan Han hesitated for a moment, then sat down obediently.

"Girl, where are you from? Where are your parents from?" Mr. Qin spoke to her warmly, asking insinuatingly as if in the most ordinary conversation.

In fact, he had known these things for a long time when he and Qin Yichen were investigating. He just wanted to make sure by asking Wan Han like this.

Moreover... Mr. Qin knew that Qin Yichen did not tell her that Wan Han was not the Lin couple's biological child...

"I'm from M City, my parents..." Wan Han was silent for a moment, her brows darkened, and then she said softly after a long time: "My parents have passed away, and now it's just me and my sister."

Mr. Qin raised his hand and touched Wan Han's hair comfortingly, looking kind and loving.

…

When Qin Yichen opened the door and came in, he saw Wan Han outside the open-air balcony, smiling and well-behaved, talking to the old man. The two people, one old and one young, were chatting happily as if they were friends for years.

Uncle Wen was smiling and listening to the two of them talking, while he was boiling water and making tea, interjecting a few words from time to time.

Such a scene was so heartwarming that Qin Yichen was stunned for a moment.

The old man seemed to be very happy, he laughed out loud from time to time, and the grayness and darkness of his illness disappeared between his brows and eyes.

As for Wan Han, Qin Yichen's eyes moved slightly and landed on that docile little rabbit-like woman.

Her side face is beautiful and delicate, with long eyelashes that flicker from time to time. When illuminated by the sun, her skin, as white as a baby's, feels vaguely hazy.

I don't know what he is saying, but his bright red and moist lips keep moving, and occasionally he purses the corners of his lips and smiles.

Qin Yichen felt itchy in his heart when he saw it. He wished he could hold those soft and sweet lips in his mouth right now, licking and sucking them.

With a thought in his mind, he couldn't help but chuckle, and walked towards the two most important people in his life on the balcony with his long legs.

"What are you talking about? You didn't even wait for me?" The clear and smiling voice successfully attracted the attention of both of them.

When Wan Han saw him, her clear spring-like eyes lit up slightly, the water was rippling, and she felt a trace of unconcealable happiness.

Her appearance made the itch in Qin Yichen's heart even worse. He hooked up his charming lips and strode to the two people.

"What else can we talk about? Why did you, such a brat, come up now?" Mr. Qin glanced at Qin Yichen dissatisfied, his tone was unkind, but his eyes were full of warmth.

Qin Yichen didn't answer and strode to Wan Han's side.

Regardless of whether the old man or the housekeeper were there, he just lowered his head as if no one else was watching, raised Wan Han's chin with one hand, and kissed hers hard with his cold thin lips.

Wan Han was shocked by such a strong, domineering and sudden kiss, her moving lips were slightly open, and she stupidly allowed Qin Yichen to take advantage of the opportunity.

When he reacted, his face turned red with embarrassment, but he still meekly didn't push Qin Yichen away.

Satisfied with her reaction, he sucked deeply and plundered the sweetness in her mouth. Then he straightened up and looked at the old man with a lazy and particularly unbeatable expression.

"I was pestered by Circe downstairs, so I didn't come up. After all, isn't this still the trouble caused by your talk?"

Qin Yichen, who is as charming as a fox, talks about everything, big or small, his phoenix eyes lazily squinting, and he sneers at Mr. Qin.
Chapter completed!