Said to Tan Xi, I loved Fu Xuechen
Su Qingli came to a mansion, walked through the nine-turn corridor, and saw Tan Xi sitting in the pavilion.
Fu Xuechen turned around when he heard the voice, with a half-finished poem still on his fingertips.
Because he was wearing a veil and couldn't see his face clearly, Su Qingli didn't know how he was doing, so she stepped forward and asked with concern, "Mr. Tan, are you okay?"
Fu Xuechen coughed, holding his throat. "It's not very good, but I don't have any hope for my health anymore. I'm afraid it will soon..."
He stopped talking mid-sentence and spent the rest of the time coughing violently.
Su Qingli wanted to reach out and rub his back, but she thought of the difference between men and women and withdrew her hand. She only said softly, "Mr. Tan, please don't say such unlucky words. I believe that Mr. Tan is such a kind person and will definitely live a long life."
Fu Xuechen caught sight of her movements from the corner of his eye, feeling a hint of anticipation, but then he saw her withdraw her hand with a somewhat gloomy expression.
He sat down on the chair, and with the help of the fence, he looked at her with burning eyes.
"Am I kind in Miss Su's heart?"
"Yes, Mr. Tan treats people as kindly as the spring breeze blowing on the willows. A few days ago, he accompanied me to take care of my father's affairs. I have never met someone as kind-hearted and selfless as Mr. Tan." Su Qingli praised sincerely.
Fu Xuechen was quite pleased and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
But when he thought that his identity was not real and Tan Xi was just a fictitious character, he felt a little lost.
"Ms. Su, have you ever met a bad person?" Fu Xuechen asked tentatively, feeling a little uneasy.
Thinking of the suffering she had endured since the decline of the Marquis' Mansion, Su Qingli felt a lump in her throat. She had been struggling for too long, but had no one to confide in.
Such a person with clear breeze and bright moon would not laugh at her embarrassment.
She sat down beside him, hesitated for a moment, and said softly, "The worst person I've ever met is probably the current Prime Minister, Fu Xuechen."
Fu Xuechen's breathing stagnated and his entire chest felt stuffy.
He breathed a sigh of relief, forced himself to remain calm, picked up the teacup and poured her a cup of Junshan Yinzhen.
"What kind of person is he?" Fu Xuechen asked in a hoarse voice.
Su Qingli's fingertips unconsciously rubbed the rim of the celadon cup. "He's so cruel and merciless, and has done so many evil things. I hate him so much!"
Fu Xuechen almost couldn't hold the teacup steady. His heart felt like it was being swirled back and forth by a blunt knife, and the pain was so severe that his breathing stopped.
Amidst the mist of tea, Su Qingli's eyes were red.
She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, then lowered her head, lost in thought.
Fu Xuechen didn't quite understand her. He handed her the handkerchief and asked, "If you hate him so much, why are you crying?"
Su Qingli sighed, tears falling into the teacup, "Because I loved him."
The celadon cup in Fu Xuechen's hand suddenly tilted, cracking the table and spilling scalding tea all over the floor, but he didn't feel the heat.
He wanted to ask her: when did she fall in love with him? Why did he never know? And why did love turn into hate?
But he couldn't ask with this identity, so he could only press his chest and endure the dull pain.
"Mr. Tan, are you okay? But your heart disease has relapsed?" Su Qingli didn't bother to avoid suspicion and stood up to support him.
Fu Xuechen felt her approach and reached out to hold her hand that was supporting him. "I just feel sorry for what happened to Miss Su. It must be extremely painful for someone you love to become someone you hate."
Su Qingli was a little stunned.
He was so nice that he didn't laugh at her.
Feeling the hot touch on her hand, Su Qingli quickly pulled her hand back and distanced herself from him.
"That's all in the past. From now on, he and I will go our separate ways. But if anything happens to my father, I will never let him go."
Even if it means risking my life, I will die with him!
When mentioning this matter, Fu Xuechen felt depressed. Why was Su Qingli so sure that she had captured Su Huaihai?
He pretended to be casual and asked, "Was your father captured by Fu Xuechen? Do you have any evidence?"
Su Qingli said frankly: "My husband said he found a clue, and it is probably the person that Fu Xuechen arrested."
Fu Xuechen frowned, as if a dagger was slowly spinning in his heart.
He said no more, but silently engraved Qi Jinqian on the assassination list in his heart.
"Mr. Tan, please keep today's events a secret for me and don't tell anyone else." Su Qingli came back to her senses and pleaded.
Fu Xuechen nodded and said, "Don't worry, Miss Su and I are sincere friends. Miss Su can confide in me about anything, and I will never let anyone else know."
Su Qingli was very grateful.
"Let me play the zither for Mr. Tan."
Fu Xuechen shook his head, "You look too pale, eat something first."
As soon as he finished speaking, several servants came up with dishes.
Su Qingli sat down again. The table was filled with carefully prepared dishes. She picked up the chopsticks, but the food tasted bland.
"Eat more. If your mother sees you looking like this, she'll be worried." Fu Xuechen picked up a piece of rouge goose breast with chopsticks and put it in her bowl.
Su Qingli then reluctantly ate some.
As the sky gradually darkened, Su Qingli stood up and said goodbye to Tan Xi, "Mr. Tan, I should go home now. Thank you for your hospitality today."
Fu Xuechen's eyes were full of reluctance. He felt uncomfortable when he thought that she was going back to Qi Jinqian.
But didn't he do all this himself?
He pursed his lips slightly and said, "Okay, be careful on the road."
Su Qingli returned to the Qi Mansion. As soon as she stepped into the room, she saw Qi Jinqian sleeping on his couch without even taking off his shoes.
She went forward to help him take off his shoes, but unexpectedly saw a bright red ribbon sticking out of his arms, which was the bellyband she had changed yesterday.
She covered her mouth and took a few steps back. Why did he do such a thing?
Su Qingli stood there for a few seconds, then finally turned and left.
When she came to the courtyard, Su Qingli still couldn't digest what she saw. How could a person as pure as Qi Jinqian do such a thing!
Besides, doesn’t he already have a woman he likes?
Su Qingli realized that she might never have understood the real Qi Jinqian. She looked at her door, trying to suppress the suffocating feeling that was surging.
Thinking about this, she called the servants of Qi Mansion and said, "If anyone asks about me, just tell them that I went home."
After leaving the Qi Mansion, Su Qingli took small steps back to the Su Residence.
Entering the room, Su Qingli was relieved to see Su Zhaoming lying on the table reading a book.
She looked around but didn't see her mother.
"Zhaoming, where is mother?"
Su Zhaoming closed the book and stood up to greet Su Qingli. "Sister, why are you here? Mother went shopping with some other women."
"I came to see you. Ever since father disappeared, I've been especially worried about you and mother." Su Qingli looked at the gradually darkening sky outside, "Let's go look for mother."
Su Zhaoming nodded and pulled Su Qingli out.
At this time, Mrs. Su came trotting in from outside the door, panting.
Seeing her mother lose her composure like this for the first time, Su Qingli hurriedly asked, "Mom, what happened?"
"Someone's dead! Someone's dead!" Madam Su was terrified, her voice trembling. "Just now, we were going shopping when a carriage hit us. If I hadn't dodged in time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to see you."
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