Chapter 58 So Cool

Liu Ziyan admired his brother-in-law. At that time, the Wei family and the Liu family had used all their connections but still had no way of knowing Qingcheng's whereabouts. Only he firmly believed that Qingcheng was still alive.

Despite all the obstruction from the court officials, he still maintained his status as a widower and refused to accept any concubines sent from the palace.

On this side, Wei Qingcheng recognized Wei Minghui, her grandfather, grandmother, and Liu Ziyan as her relatives, and was welcomed into the house by the whole family.

After meeting the Liu family, Wei Qingcheng finally felt the true family love. It was different from the Yan family. It was the mutual care and concern among family members.

Although he couldn't remember everything, seeing everything in Liu Mansion made his eyes wet.

Liu Zhengqing pointed to the red-painted swing under the pear tree in the yard.

"Qingcheng, this was your favorite when you were a child. You begged your grandfather to make it for you. At that time, your little mouth was very sweet, calling him grandpa all the time."

Wei Qingcheng looked in the direction of his skinny fingertips. Many years had passed, but the swing was still not covered in dust and had even been specially repaired.

As he listened to Liu Zhengqing's narration, scenes from his childhood emerged one by one.

He couldn't help but hold the old man's arm and called out, "Grandpa!"

Liu Zhengqing took one hand off the crutch and placed it on the back of Li Wei Qingcheng's hand.

The pupils in his eyes were no longer the same as in Wei Qingcheng's memory. They were gray as if covered by a layer of fog, but they were still kind and friendly.

He patted the back of Wei Qingcheng's hand happily and responded, "Hey, Qingcheng, grandpa's little Qingcheng, you haven't come to see grandpa for so many years. Your grandma and I have been thinking about you in our dreams."

Wei Minghui walked with him for a while and then felt a little tired. She always felt a little sleepy during pregnancy. Liu Ziyan helped her back to the room to rest.

His grandfather arranged a place for him and Xie Jingyu to stay. Seeing that they were exhausted from the journey, he asked them to take a shower first to wash off the dust from the road.

The old man was already used to the relationship between the two, so he asked the servant to put their luggage and packages in the same room.

Wei Qingcheng waited for the servant to bring hot water, then hurriedly told the man that he wanted to take a bath, and went behind the screen.

Although they slept together in Jiangnan Courtyard before, Xie Jingyu would always go to another room when bathing.

As far as he could remember, he had never bathed in the presence of others. He soaked his body in hot water, rubbing the soap nuts with his slender jade fingers.

After rubbing the soap nuts, Wei Qingcheng touched the area around her eyes. She frowned in excitement.

The more he rubbed his eyes, the more painful they became. He replaced the skin on his arm, but the pain did not improve.

I could only squint my eyes and call out, "Jingyu, my eyes hurt a little, can you come over and help me?"

The man responded almost immediately: "Okay," but his voice was a little hoarse.

Xie Jingyu looked at the pink jade body in front of him. The red skin was soaked in hot water, giving off a charming luster.

The owner of the body leaned against the inner wall of the tub without realizing it, closed his eyes, and slightly raised his chin, as if in a kissing posture.

Wei Qingcheng heard footsteps approaching him for a long time without any movement, and urged: "Jingyu? Help me, I feel so uncomfortable."

The man lifted his chin with his finger.

"Open your eyes a little,"

Wei Qingcheng's eyes felt sore and uncomfortable, and her eyelids and eyelashes fluttered hard.

The man poured some clean water into his other hand, and then he closed his palm slightly to make a funnel shape, and dripped it onto his trembling light brown pupils.

“…hiss~ it’s so cold,”

Wei Qingcheng squinted her eyes due to the coldness.

The man grabbed her chin and she couldn't move: "Don't move, it will be fine soon."

Wei Qingcheng could only passively endure the cold until the soapy water in her eyes was washed out. The man turned away from the bathtub without saying a word.

If they were a couple, why would they avoid each other? Wei Qingcheng couldn't understand Xie Jingyu's behavior. He had become more and more dependent on men these days.

He couldn't suppress his desire to get closer to the man, but Xie Jingyu's ambivalent attitude made him feel a little overwhelmed.

They said goodbye to their grandparents and promised their sister that they would come back to see her soon.

He and Xie Jingyu set out on the journey back to Bianjing again, but unexpectedly, Yan's mother, who had not appeared for a long time, came to find them.

Her clothes were tattered, her hair was no longer piled high like before, but scattered in a mess, her fingernails were full of dirt, and she hugged Wei Qingcheng's thighs in a trance.

"Ningning, don't leave... Zijie has already left, you can't leave Asan too..."

Wei Qingcheng frowned when he heard her address. Xie Jingyu did not let Yan's mother get close to him. He pulled Yan's mother's hand away from his clothes and led him away.

Wei Qingcheng shook her head at him and walked to Yan's mother, "A-Sang, what's wrong with you? Why are you dressed like this? Why doesn't Yan Zijie care about you?"

Yan's mother laughed loudly, as if she was very happy: "Zijie... Zijie went to find Yan Yi... Hahaha... He went to find Yan Yi..."

Wei Qingcheng couldn't describe how he felt. The people he once regarded as his family were now all going crazy. What happened behind this?

Yan Yi... Yan Yi... a very familiar name. Oh yes, it's the name on the spirit tablet.

During the first year of coming to the Yan family, during the Qingming Festival, Wei Qingcheng saw Yan's mother burning incense at the spirit tablet.

But the tablet was covered with dust and even spider silk. Yan's mother seemed to be blind and had never wiped the tablet.

Sometimes I would stand in front of the shrine and talk to myself.

Wei Qingcheng confirmed her inner thoughts and asked tentatively: "Is he Yan Zijie's father?"

He didn't want to follow Yan's mother's words and continue to be treated as Yan Ning and call Yan Yi father. He now has his own father and mother.

Mother Yan stood up, looked at the void and said hatefully: "Zijie's father... he doesn't deserve it! He doesn't deserve it, damn thing!"

She looked at Wei Qingcheng again, and with trembling hands, she grabbed Wei Qingcheng's wrist with terrifying strength.

"... Ningning, don't leave... Asan won't force you to study... Ningning, don't go to the sea... Asan was wrong..."

Xie Jingyu scolded her, "Let go!"

He rescued Wei Qingcheng's wrist, rubbed his wrist for him, and protected him behind him.

He stared at Yan's mother's cloudy eyes as if he was looking at a dead object: "Yan Ning is dead, he is not your son,"

As she heard these words, the strength that supported Mother Yan's actions was suddenly taken away, and she collapsed on the ground.

"I'm sorry, Ningning... it was Asan who forced you to death...

Zijie...A-Shan has cooked a lot of food for you...Please have a bite...A-Shan will never let you go hungry again...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Wei Qingcheng listened to her words and could probably infer something: strict parents forced their own children to death.

Then when he appeared, I deceived myself into thinking he was Yan Ning.