The two were discussing Nie Qixing's matter.
"Dad, Qingru must have come back this time for Qixing."
"I know." Old Master Nie was lying on the bed, looking very weak. His head full of silver hair showed that he was already in his eighties.
Nie Tao said in a tone of regret: "Qixing is such a loser! How could he get involved in that kind of business! Even the most useless branch of the family would not touch this kind of business, he...sigh!"
Old Master Nie was lying on the bed, propped up with a pillow. He did not react to his indignant reproaches and seemed to be in deep thought.
Nie Tao cautiously tested his attitude: "Dad, many people in the clan are dissatisfied with what happened to Qixing. Several elders in the family have come to me. What do you think about my future successor..."
Old Master Nie glanced at him, understood his intentions, and remained calm without giving a clear answer: "I'll think about it..."
at this time.
The door was violently pushed open from the outside.
The two of them saw Nie Qingru walking in with an arrogant look like a king.
The traces of time can be seen in her eyebrows and eyes. The corners of her mouth are slightly raised. Her face is stern and the smile does not reach her eyes: "What do you want to consider? Let me hear it too. Hmm?"
When Nie Tao saw her, his face suddenly changed, and his expression quickly turned into fear. He hid the disgust and fear in his eyes, and forced a smile to greet her: "Qingru, you are here."
Nie Qingru walked to Old Master Nie's bedside. Without her having to speak, Shadow silently brought her a chair: "Queen."
Nie Qingru sat down slowly under the gaze of the two men. His smile remained unchanged, but his eyes were as fierce as a hawk staring at its prey. He glanced at Nie Tao and Old Master Nie and asked, "What are Dad and Big Brother talking about?"
Old Master Nie looked unnatural, and he covered his lips with his hand and coughed, "Nothing. When did you arrive?"
"Just arrived." Nie Qingru stretched out his hand to cover him with the corner of the quilt. His dark eyes stared at the aging face of Old Master Nie like ghost fire. Suddenly he said, "Those people outside don't remember how Qixing came here. Dad, you don't forget why Qixing came into the world, do you?"
Her words were like a thunderclap, making the expressions of the Nie family father and son become extremely interesting.
Nie Tao tried to smooth things over: "Qingru, why are you bringing this up again? Didn't we agree not to mention this for the sake of Qixing's growth?"
"I think you seem to have forgotten." Nie Qingru withdrew his hand.
Nie Tao smiled and said, "No, how could we forget?"
Nie Qing's ghostly gaze swept across his face, inch by inch, like a warning and a threat: "People's memory is limited. Especially when people get old, their memory will get worse day by day, and sometimes it is inevitable to forget important things. For example... Qixing is the gift you begged me to give me."
"Cough cough!" Old Master Nie started coughing violently.
"Water." Nie Qingru stretched out her hand slowly.
Shadow immediately poured a glass of water and handed it to her.
Nie Qingru fed the water to Old Master Nie who was lying on the hospital bed. Her movements were so gentle and filial. She also held Old Master Nie's back to help him calm down.
But this scene seemed like torture to Nie Tao, who stood there uncomfortably: "Qingru, why do you have to provoke Dad? He is old and can't stand it."
After Nie Qingru fed Old Master Nie the water, he handed the empty cup to Yingzi, then carefully raised the pillow, put the octogenarian back on the pillow, and tucked the quilt corner for him.
(End of this chapter)