Unable to restrain himself, he held her in his arms
Qi Jinqian's eyes turned cold and he glared at Yinhan fiercely.
It's a thing that can't do anything good but is more likely to cause trouble. It can't even replicate something as important as the token!
Su Qingli's eyes accidentally glanced at Qi Jinqian, and his expression fell into her eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.
Why does he look like that?
Qi Jinqian was caught off guard when he met Su Qingli's gaze. He panicked for a moment, but maintained a fierce expression on his face. "Who on earth killed my father-in-law? If I find out, I will make him pay with blood!"
Su Qingli then looked away and looked at her heartbroken brother and mother, her heart filled with grief.
She must protect them well and find out the real culprit as soon as possible.
Coming out of the government office, Su Qingli supported her mother and said to Qi Jinqian, "I want to go home and spend the next few days with my mother and brother."
Qi Jinqian's eyes were filled with heartache. "Okay, I'll arrange for someone to take care of your father's funeral."
"Thank you." Su Qingli simply thanked him and took her mother and brother back to the Su residence.
After the three people walked away, Qi Jinqian returned to the carriage and asked Yinhan to stretch out his hand.
Yinhan didn't dare to disobey. The moment he stretched out his hand, Qi Jinqian cut his arm with a dagger again and again.
Watching the blood spread out and the flesh and blood come out layer by layer, Qi Jinqian felt relieved all over his body, and the anger in his heart was relieved little by little.
After he had slashed enough, he dropped the dagger and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep.
"If you do something wrong next time, it will be your sister who gets stabbed."
Yin Han's forehead was covered in sweat from the pain, and he said tremblingly: "I will never make the same mistake again!"
"Hide your wound and get out of here."
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Su Qingli personally went into the kitchen and cooked a table full of dishes. When the last dish of steamed shad was placed on the table, there were still red marks on her fingertips from being burned by the hot oil.
She called Su Zhaoming and helped her still crying mother to the table.
Mrs. Su looked at the table full of delicious dishes, but her expression changed. She suddenly glared at Su Qingli fiercely.
"Are you celebrating the fact that your father is dead and won't hold you back anymore?"
Su Qingli looked at her mother in disbelief, unable to believe that these words actually came out of her mouth.
Mrs. Su stared at the table full of delicacies, suddenly overturned the table, and accused Su Qingli in a state of collapse.
"Your father is a gambler and owes money everywhere, but he is your father after all. Aren't you afraid of chilling his feelings by doing this?"
"Who knows if it was you who caused trouble outside that caused your father's tragic death!"
Su Zhaoming scolded, "Mother! How can you say that about my sister?"
Su Qingli slumped in her chair, tears welling in her eyes. "I just wanted to take good care of you on behalf of my father. Why would my mother say that to me?"
She trembled and asked, "Am I really so terrible in my mother's eyes?"
Mrs. Su glared at Su Qingli fiercely, not moved at all by her words.
Such a hateful look made Su Qingli despair, she felt like she could hardly breathe.
Fearing his mother might say something more extreme, Su Zhaoming hurriedly took her back to the house. "Okay, mother, I'll help you get some rest first."
Su Qingli curled up in the chair, her whole body shivering. She took a deep breath to endure the pain in her heart.
In a trance, she seemed to see her father's figure, holding her in his arms and saying that he would give her the best things in the world.
She murmured, "Father, can you please come back?"
It was unknown how long it took before Su Qingli stood up and cleaned up the remaining books on the ground like a zombie.
She knew she couldn't fall down, otherwise the family would fall apart.
Su Zhaoming came out and saw her packing.
After thinking for a while, he spoke to comfort her, "Sister, don't be angry with mother. She just said that because she was too sad at the moment."
Su Qingli nodded, forced a smile, and said, "I didn't take it to heart."
Su Zhaoming breathed a sigh of relief, walked forward and hugged Su Qingli, and said coquettishly: "I knew that my sister was the best and most magnanimous."
"Okay, I'll make you a bowl of egg noodles. After you finish eating, go back to your room and rest." Su Qingli paused, "I'll make a bowl for your mother as well. You can bring it to her room and say you made it."
"Okay, sister."
After finishing the work, Su Qingli dragged her tired body back to the house.
She sat at the head of the bed, her hands tightly gripping the edge, her knuckles turning blue.
“Knock knock!”
The sound outside the door brought her back to her senses. She looked down and saw blood flowing from her fingers. The pain became the only evidence that she was still alive.
Su Qingli stood up and opened the door, looking up at the man wearing a veil.
"Mr. Tan, why are you here?"
Ever since the guards waiting outside Su's house told him that Su Huaihai's body had been found, he followed Su Qingli to the door of Su's house.
After hearing the guards report what Madam Su said to Su Qingli, he could no longer bear it, so he disguised himself as Tan Xi to see her.
Seeing the corner of her lip bitten, Fu Xuechen felt uncomfortable.
"I heard about your father and came to see you."
Su Qingli was stunned for a moment, then managed to pull the corners of her mouth together, "Thank you, Mr. Tan, but it's late now——"
She had barely finished her words when Fu Xuechen pressed his chest, frowned, and said, "I feel a little uncomfortable in my chest. Can I borrow Miss Su's chair to rest for a while?"
"It's been so long since I've walked such a long distance that I feel a little breathless."
"Mr. Tan came here on foot?" Su Qingli was a little surprised, but she stepped back to let Tan Xi enter the house.
Fu Xuechen walked into the house, took a quick look around, sat down at the table, and put the pastries he was carrying on the table.
"This is the cake I bought from Cuixuanlou. Try it."
Su Qingli sat down slowly, but shook her head, "I have no appetite."
Fu Xuechen didn't force her, but just looked at her quietly.
She has always paid attention to the boundaries between men and women, but now, sitting opposite him in the middle of the night, she just has a dazed look on her face, as if she has lost all her life.
"If you have any unhappiness, you can talk to me." Fu Xuechen said softly: "It's okay if you don't want to talk, I'm here with you."
Su Qingli turned her head to look at him blankly, trying to force a smile, but couldn't.
She only felt a dull pain in her heart, and she wanted to cry, but she couldn't.
The night wind blew her messy hair. Su Qingli said in a hoarse voice, exhausted, "Mr. Tan, I'm so tired."
Fu Xuechen tried his best to resist the urge to go forward and hug her. He stared at her hand for a while, gritted his teeth, and restrained himself from reaching out.
"I know that the most painful thing in this world is not the death, but the living who continue to breathe with the memory."
"If it hurts, just cry it out. No one can stop you from crying out in pain. I can listen to all the unbearable things you feel."
A line of tears silently fell from Su Qingli's eyes, and the grievances she had been holding back had nowhere to hide at this moment.
Su Qingli clutched the front of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turned white to the point of being almost transparent, and sobs escaped from between her fingers.
The moonlight shone on her violently trembling body, and her broken sobs made people feel pity.
Fu Xuechen could no longer restrain himself. He stood up and suddenly hugged her in his arms, pressing her tear-soaked face against his chest.
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