Chapter 318: Returning to One's Ancestors
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The night was already very dark, and the evening breeze was bleak and lonely, blowing through the treetops, making a rustling sound.
On the road leading to the shepherd's house, a car was speeding at an astonishing speed.
The two bright beams of light from the car's headlights seemed to break through the thick fog, finally revealing the dawn.
The scene outside the car window was rapidly receding, and the trees and houses on the roadside became blurry shadows.
Jiang Zhiyue looked at the scenery outside the window and felt it was unreal.
Perhaps everything was progressing too fast, or perhaps Sheng's father was too anxious. After seeing Jiang Wanrou's photo, he insisted on seeing her immediately, despite the doctor's strong dissuasion who was concerned about his health.
"If they are really blood relatives, even without the paternity test report as proof, they would recognize each other at first sight in a crowd of people, right?"
It was rare for Jiang Zhiyue to utter such an exclamation. Her voice was light and soft. She did not expect anyone to respond. She was just deeply touched by Sheng's father's obsession.
"Even if they are not close relatives, this is possible." A cold voice came from the side.
Jiang Zhiyue looked up and saw Qin Si's tall and straight figure standing beside her. The halo from his head shone from top to bottom on his cold face, adding a slightly peaceful atmosphere.
Jiang Zhiyue nodded slightly, with a sincere look in her eyes, and thanked him softly.
The Sheng family on the opposite side tried every means to obstruct them, and Sheng Huaian's car losing control was a clear proof of this. If Qin Si had not acted decisively and crashed into him to force him to stop, the consequences would have been disastrous.
Sheng Huaian did not tell Sheng's father about this, so Jiang Zhiyue naturally could not say anything. The most urgent thing was to get confirmation from Sheng's father.
This seems to be getting further and further away from Jiang Zhiyue's original trajectory. She wants to take Jiang Wanrou away from this country, but Jiang Wanrou is about to have new relatives.
Jiang Zhiyue already felt quite unfamiliar with the word "relatives".
Since she came into this world, she has been dependent on Jiang Wanrou and they have gone through the most difficult and bitter times together.
She was still surprised at her own bold guess.
Seeing Father Sheng so excited, Jiang Zhiyue lowered her long eyelashes and couldn't help but whispered again: "What if I made a mistake..."
Although he was completely confident, he was still worried about seeing disappointment on Sheng's father's face.
Mr. Sheng's physical condition was much worse than expected. He got down from the bed with difficulty, and after taking a few steps, he coughed up a few drops of blood, which spilled on the ground.
The bloody spots are extremely glaring.
"Then keep making mistakes." The man next to him said coldly again.
Jiang Zhiyue looked at him in surprise, and Qin Si showed a calm expression. He looked at her long curly eyelashes, which blinked gently as she raised her eyes. He reached out and touched them lightly.
Feeling the soft and tingling touch, Qin Si quickly withdrew his hand.
"Sheng Huaian is willing to be your brother."
I didn't expect that he could tell jokes.
The butterfly knife on the man's waist had obviously been replaced with a new one. The brand new scabbard was engraved with an eagle eye totem and exuded a cold metallic luster.
The knife he had given her before was given to her by the steward Mu after the last Mu family wedding.
Jiang Zhiyue would never dare to show it to others unless it was absolutely necessary. She took Qin Si's token to intimidate Lin's mother. This move would surely soon reach the ears of the head of the Qin family and would also cause dissatisfaction in the Bai family.
Whether you say she is selfish or dishonest, people must first survive, especially insignificant little people who need to find ways to survive.
However, this method can only be used once.
She had the knife in her pocket and was worried that she would not have the chance to return it to Qin Si. Whenever Jiang Zhiyue wanted to do something, the man could always see through her thoughts quickly.
"What you give away is yours."
His words were as direct as ever, as sharp as a knife, just like his frank and sharp eyes.
"Learning to protect yourself depends not on eloquence, but on a sharp sword."
Jiang Zhiyue's eyes trembled slightly, and Qin Si reached out and lightly touched the girl's soft long eyelashes.
Looking closely, the long eyelashes trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, as if being brushed by a gentle breeze as his fingertips stroked them.
"You have to learn to draw the sword," he added.
After saying this, Qin Si left.
Given his status, he shouldn't have gotten involved in any family's internal affairs. What he did today had already crossed the line.
If Jiang Zhiyue remembered correctly, when he was taking her to find Sheng Huaian, Qin Si frequently looked behind through the rearview mirror. It was obvious that the Qin family had also sent people to capture him.
Qin Si's position as the heir is set in stone. It is said that Qin's father plans to delegate power and hand over the baton to him within the next two years, and the people under him dare not offend him too much.
Jiang Zhiyue looked back at the man's decisive back. When Qin Si walked to the end of the corridor, he paused, suddenly turned around and looked at her again.
"What are you thinking about?" The road was smooth and the fully armed convoy stopped at Mu's house. With Sheng's father guarding it, no one dared to stop it.
Sheng Huaian keenly noticed that the girl was distracted and couldn't help but ask worriedly.
Jiang Zhiyue shook her head and said nothing more. She told Sheng Huaian that Jiang Wanrou was still receiving treatment for memory loss and it would be best not to disturb her.
She understood Jiang Wanrou's personality, and this kind of thing was really hard for Jiang Wanrou to accept for a while.
"Don't worry, my father knows what he's doing." The man patted her hand, his warm palm still pressed against the girl's soft back of the hand.
The lights in the car had long been turned off. After getting out of the car, Sheng's father refused the bodyguard's request to follow him and looked out from afar at the floor-to-ceiling window that was emitting a soft light.
The lights in front of the window were bright, and the woman's face was immersed in tranquility and serenity, with her hair tied up high and a gentle smile on her lips. She was concentrating on making a handmade bouquet on the table.
Then, Jiang Wanrou frowned again and looked at the clock on the wall.
It was not until the door was gently pushed open and someone came in and talked to her in a low voice that the uneasiness on Jiang Wanrou's face gradually dissipated after listening to the other person's words.
She devoted herself to making handmade bouquets again, pouring her heart and soul into each bouquet, which was specially prepared for Jiang Zhiyue.
The pastoral steward once told her that these works were perfect and could make huge profits if put on the market.
She felt that this was a good opportunity and didn't want Zhiyue to have any more burden because of her illness.
The smile on the woman's face was sincere and joyful.
She didn't know that someone was watching her from a distance, seeing her smile and the voice and appearance of an old friend gradually overlapping.
With just one glance, he was completely sure.
Mr. Sheng couldn't contain his excitement and took a few steps forward, but then he thought of something and stepped back.
He coughed bitterly and waved his hand.
The assistant hurried forward.
"Notify the old man..." He used all his strength to utter these words with difficulty, "Tell him that I want Sheng Yue to return to my ancestral home."
No one can stop it!
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