Chapter Fourteen: The Old Friend Visits

  Looking out the window at the gloomy weather, the doctor couldn't help but start complaining again: "Dad, why did you make me become a doctor back then? What's so good about being a doctor? I've spent half my life stuck in this job, getting scolded and warned by people, with such huge pressure every day, and now...

  Who says fate is fair? I gave up on my youthful goals and chose this stable career, but after working hard for half a lifetime, I'm still mediocre.

  But wasn't that young man just now struggling in the muddy waters of his environment, even with an unbelievable appearance bestowed upon him by heaven?

  And also seems to have a slight dual personality?

  So, there is gain, and there must be loss!

  Not bad, that young man is indeed Shao Qi, and his mother's name is also Lin Xiao.

  So does Shao Qi really have schizophrenia?

  But for him, is schizophrenia a blessing or a curse?

  That's another story...

  On the other hand, Lin Ye was holding a broom and sweeping the yard's sanitation.

  Yesterday evening, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the leaves in the bamboo forest next to the house were blown everywhere. The bluestone slab paved courtyard was covered with fallen bamboo leaves.

  It's great, Shao Qi is going to take the college entrance examination soon?

  Her dearest son, he must be able to smoothly get into a good university, then graduate smoothly and find a down-to-earth good job.

  After all, past events have been gone for a long time, right or wrong, who can say clearly?

  Why bother forcing it?

  Just as she was thinking, someone suddenly walked into the yard, she was stunned, and subconsciously narrowed her eyes...

  The man's figure was robust and powerful. Because he was walking towards her with his back to the light, his entire body had a dazzling aura that made it hard for her to open her eyes.

  Lin Yu just looked at him, watching him step by step closer...

  The family environment of single-parent families is mostly not very good, and those that are barely passable are also considerable.

  But this world is always full of misfortunes, and tragic and sorrowful dramas will never disappear.

  Just like Shao Qi, every time he saw his own home that was about ten inches square, looking at the originally red clay bricks that had turned into a grayish pale appearance.

  He also involuntarily surged up a inexplicable indignation, as if a mysterious gate suddenly appeared in his heart, and the emotion burst out like a long-suppressed flood.

  At this time...

  The green leaves rustled and fell from the tree, a shallow layer of crimson blood floated on the weathered bark, and the air seemed to carry a faint scent of blood.

  Although it was clearly the palm of her hand that had been deeply pierced by the fingernail, it seemed as if a thorn had penetrated into her brain. The woman's pale forehead bulged with blue veins.

  "Ah..."

  "You've got the wrong person... sir!" Her voice was trembling despite her efforts to control it.

  She quietly looked at him, his figure was the same as in those years, the tailored suit made him look tall and straight, what had changed was that the smooth skin of the past now had fine wrinkles, and the temples also had sparse white hair.

  "I couldn't, how could I possibly mistake you? I know it's my fault...... How have you been all these years?" He subconsciously asked, and suddenly glanced at the narrow and simple house, only to awkwardly discover that his words were somewhat out of place.

  But she suddenly smiled and no longer concealed it, instead answering him openly and frankly, acknowledging: "Really? Well, in that case, I'm fine, really fine!"

  It seemed like his heart was stuck, "I've been looking for you all these years!"

  Lin Xiang's heart ached secretly, she thought about what he could do by finding her again.

  He loved himself back then, but what's the point of that?

  He didn't strive for and change back then, so what can he do now?

  After all, the past is gone, and they are no longer young. They no longer have the impulsiveness and helplessness of their youth. Besides, they were never a good match to begin with.

  She picked up the broom and continued sweeping the floor by herself.

  Let him just look at himself like this, listening to him talking to himself in front of himself.

  "Ah..."

  "Leave now, Mr. Shao Lian Tian, the master of Ya Sheng Group, this is not a place you should come to..."

  In the faintly gloomy weather, they seem so close yet so far away.

  "I've seen her!" wasn't a question, but a definite tone that coolly emerged from the car window, and through the glass he saw the man's mechanical and icy jaw.

  "How did you get here?" The middle-aged man frowned, his tone slightly angry.

  The voice in the car stopped speaking, only gave him a glance, with an eerie coldness in his dark pupils, as if looking at an ant, full of disdain and mockery.

  "You're so kind as to inform me of her news, what's your purpose?" he rebuked sternly.

  The man didn't speak or look at him, but just slightly raised the corners of his mouth with a hint of mockery.

  Another voice beside him suddenly interrupted his words, "Don't forget, it was the master who told you she was here. We can find her, and we can also make her disappear forever!"

  "What right do you have to speak? What kind of thing are you? Who raised you, follow whoever that is!" The middle-aged man was furious, his veins bulging as he glared at him, "You're just a dog that can't be fed enough!"

  "Dog?"

  Yan Fei walked up to him with a faint smile, "So now you can't even afford to raise a dog, or are you actually not as good as a dog yourself?"

  "You!" Unaware whether he had been struck at his weak point or intimidated by the stern tone, the middle-aged man was suddenly left speechless with rage.

  "No matter what, he is still my father, isn't he? Yan Fei..."

  That magnetic voice sounded again, clearly a warning, but with a hint of lightness and joy, as if he no longer cared about his casual approach to things.

  "Yes!" Yan Fei's voice was immediately very respectful.

  "Do you still think I'm your father, Shao Hua?" The middle-aged man's voice immediately rose by eight degrees, and he stormed to the car window, his sarcastic tone unmasked.

  "You're old, you should stay at home and rest. From now on, if there's nothing important, don't come out to see those idle people." The man turned his head, looking at him with a gentle curve of his lips.

  Yan Fei gave a slight nod, and the followers immediately took out a tranquilizer and injected it into the middle-aged man.

  "You this rebellious son......" Struggling, the middle-aged man roared at him like a torn heart: "Beast, I don't allow you to move them!"

  He gently opened the car door, and the man had a charming smile like a poppy. He looked at the person who was getting weaker and weaker, and burst into a smile that was almost demonic. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of them, especially my long-lost brother!"