But he couldn't stop his adopted daughter from assassinating him.

Through the phone, the confidant seemed to be able to foresee the image of Zhou Yi lying in a pool of blood. The blood was like water stains spreading on the screen, and if someone gently wiped it with their hand, not a single trace of water would remain on the phone screen.

After changing into a camouflage vest, the confidant prepared to go out for a run of several dozen kilometers to calm himself down.

Passing by the young lady's room, I saw that the door was open.

The confidant hesitated for a moment, then stood at the door and looked inside.

"Grandpa, are you thinking about Miss again so early in the morning?"

Grandpa Qi stood in his daughter's room, looking sadly at the layout that hadn't changed in over twenty years.

It's been over twenty years, my daughter, why haven't you come home yet?

Grandpa Qi reached out and touched the dressing table.

Even though he had it repaired many times, each time with flawless finish, the cracks would reappear soon afterward.

There was no crack on the table yesterday, but it appeared this morning.

"Have someone apply a layer of protective adhesive to this table later."

Old Master Qi seemed to be talking to himself. His back was to his confidant, and the once upright figure he remembered was now showing signs of aging, with his shoulders slightly hunched.

The confidant looked at the old man, whose heart was already riddled with wounds, with complicated eyes. Even though the old man had his back to him, he still nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I'll have someone come and fix it right away."

Just as I was about to leave, Old Master Qi's voice came again, trembling slightly: "I don't know why, but I've been feeling uneasy these past few days."

"As soon as I close my eyes, I feel like I can hear my daughter crying and screaming in pain in the dark."

"I wanted to go find her, but her voice was sometimes near and sometimes far, and I couldn't see or touch her. No matter how I called out, she couldn't respond."

The confidant remained silent, not answering; Old Master Qi didn't need a real reply from him.

Turning around, Old Master Qi had regained his usual dignity and composure, hiding his sorrow very well. At this moment, he was the aloof patriarch of the Qi family, not an old man missing his daughter.

Have you heard anything from my daughter lately?

"Have they sent out any messages overseas to look for them?"

The confidant bowed respectfully and replied, "Master, the photos and information have already been sent. They've already announced that they'll notify us immediately if they get any leads on the young lady."

"Don't worry, I will inform you immediately as soon as I have any news about Miss."

There was still no news.

More than twenty years have passed. How many twenty-year periods does one have in a lifetime?

Despite repeated periods of silence, Grandpa Qi never gave up the search.

But this time, when Grandpa Qi heard the reply that there was still no news, he suddenly seemed to have aged twenty years.

"Cough cough..."

Old Master Qi suddenly coughed, his face turning red and his body leaning slightly forward, as if the violent coughing made him unsteady on his feet.

His trusted aides rushed forward to help him, but Old Master Qi, supporting himself on the dressing table, slumped into a chair, letting out a sorrowful sigh.

"I'm too old, I can't wait a few more years."

The adopted daughter walked in from outside, her eyes narrowing slightly in a deep, mysterious way.

She walked past her confidant without glancing to the side, went behind Old Master Qi, and considerately patted his back to help him breathe more easily.

"Dad, sit down and rest. You're not old at all. You're so strong and healthy, you'll live to be a hundred more."

“We will definitely be able to wait for our sister to come back. Maybe she is living in a place we don’t know and is doing well. She just contacted us because of some accident.”

"Who knows, maybe she even has a child?"

Grandpa Qi was amused by his adopted daughter's words. After his breathing improved, he looked at her with loving eyes and said:

"Your words are like honey, always trying to make me happy. But you're right, no news is good news."

"Sigh, if I could really live another hundred years, wouldn't I be an old monster?"

As he spoke, Grandpa Qi looked at his adopted daughter with emotion, murmuring, "It's a good thing I adopted you back then, otherwise how lonely I would be as an old man."

“You were less than five years old when your father died in battle. I took you in and raised you.”

"In the blink of an eye, you've grown so big, and I've gotten old too."

Looking at his adopted daughter, Old Master Qi couldn't help but feel sad again. He thought that if his daughter hadn't disappeared, he would have had a house full of children and grandchildren long ago.

Her own daughter is a few months older than her adopted daughter. Her adopted daughter was married years ago and already has a son, who also takes the surname Qi.

But he's not a member of the Qi family by blood, not his own grandson!

Even if people refuse to admit they're getting old, they're never as healthy as they were when they were young.

He felt he didn't have many years left to live, and that his life was coming to an end.

If his daughter still doesn't come back by then, he will be forced to hand over the entire Qi family to his adopted daughter and his grandson who has no blood relation to him!

With his adopted daughter's comfort, Old Master Qi seemed to have temporarily escaped his longing, but after his adopted daughter went to the company...

When only Grandpa Qi was left at home, he sat on the sofa for a long time. He missed his daughter so much and longed to have a child who was related to him by blood.

"Get the car ready, I'm going to the Shen family again."

His trusted confidant stood far behind him, motionless like a statue.

"Yes, I'll arrange it right away." Upon hearing Old Master Qi's words, the confidant arranged a car without saying a word.

An hour later.

Grandpa Qi sat in the Shen family's living room again. His comrades-in-arms, whom he hadn't seen for decades, met twice in just half a month.

Old Master Shen was still thinking to himself that they had been visiting each other more frequently in the past two weeks than in the previous decades. It seemed that Old Qi was really anxious and afraid that if he couldn't find his daughter, he would never see her again in his life.

Thinking this way—

Then Old Master Qi's voice came from beside him: "Old Shen, don't blame me for bothering you, there's really no other way. Looking around Kyoto, your Shen family has the widest network of information."

"You must do everything in your power to help me find my daughter this time."

"No matter the cost, I'll give you anything if you can find my daughter!"

"I can feel my body getting worse and worse. It might be a year, it might be several years... I don't know when I will close my eyes."

"I don't want to leave this world with regrets before I close my eyes."

"I've waited for over twenty years, and I've longed for it for over twenty years. I've been regretting it in my dreams, regretting why I didn't protect her back then. Now, my patience has run out, and I can't wait any longer."