Inside the Wulong Yaju of Wolong Teahouse.

The tea waiter was holding the tea set, brewing tea patiently.

"Um?"

Cheng Si sat by the window, his eyes passed the waiter pouring tea, and fell on the man getting off the car downstairs: "Isn't that the one from the Qin family?"

He stared at Qin Mo's graying temples and became curious: "Didn't the eldest son of the Qin family die not long ago? How could old man Qin have the leisure to come to the teahouse to drink tea?"

"The Qin family is in such a mess right now, and he actually left it alone. This is not the old man Qin's personality."

You have to know that Qin Mo was a cold-blooded work machine back then, and he even turned his eldest son Qin Xiao into a workaholic just like him. He immersed himself in work and never got married or left any children until his death.

As a result of Qin Xiao's death, the huge Qin family was instantly in chaos, and everyone was eager to get a piece of the pie.

The clear tea soup falls into the teacup, and the subtle aroma of oolong tea lingers in the quiet tea room.

The tea waiter washed his hands and pushed the teacups to the sides.

Yu Ci leaned against the backrest of the sofa, his posture lazy, his eyes half closed, and a sense of laziness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

He propped his chin up and glanced lazily downstairs.

The people downstairs had already entered the teahouse, leaving only a bodyguard in a suit standing at the door, looking like he was waiting for someone.

Cheng Si also saw it.

He stretched his neck to take a look and suddenly remembered something: "I heard that Old Man Qin seems to be looking for his grandson recently. What do you think he is up to?"

Yu Ci changed his posture and leaned against the wall. His eyes, which were half-closed just now, completely closed. "Nothing else, just a saying that good things should be kept within the family."

Cheng Si rolled his eyes at him and said, "When did you start to learn to be so pretentious?"

"Also," he glanced at Yu Ci's lazy appearance and said disdainfully, "Sir, did you go steal last night?"

Cheng Si clicked his tongue twice: "You haven't opened your eyes completely since we met, but my face isn't that unbearable to look at, is it?"

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes, half-raised his crimson pupils, and smiled: "Who should I blame for my sleepiness?"

"We only drank until two o'clock." Cheng Si looked away guiltily: "And I didn't know the wine was so strong. I got drunk accidentally."

As for what Yu Ci said about him getting drunk and acting crazy, and insisting on holding onto someone's thighs and shouting for help, Cheng Si didn't believe it.

Are you kidding? He has been drinking in the bar for so many years, how could he get drunk and act crazy?

Besides, he vaguely remembered that after he got drunk, Yu Ci answered a phone call and ran away, leaving him in the lounge of the bar.

The fact that he could remember this incident showed that he was not very drunk.

To sum up, Yu Ci’s sleepiness had nothing to do with him.

Thinking this way, Cheng Si successfully put aside the last trace of guilt in his heart and became curious about another thing: "By the way, who called you last night?"

Yu Ci's hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

Cheng Si was waiting for his answer when he caught a glimpse of a black figure out of the corner of his eye.

She is tall and graceful.

An absolute beauty.

Her eyes were faster than her brain, and before he could react, her gaze followed him: "Huh?"

He stood up and took two steps: "Is he the person Qin Mo is waiting for?"

Although the man's face was covered by a black umbrella, it could be seen from his thin figure and the hand holding the umbrella that the person Qin Mo wanted to meet was a young man.

"Could it be that Qin Mo has already found his grandson?"

Yu Ci glanced at him: "Is this hard to find?"

“It’s not hard to find, but it’s definitely not easy to find.”

"Uncle Yu didn't force you to inherit the Yu family, and he probably didn't tell you much about these things."

As they were talking, the two people downstairs had already entered the teahouse. Cheng Si retracted his gaze and lowered his head to pick up the teacup: "Back then, the eldest daughter of the Qin family, Qin Zheng, ran away from home resolutely because she wanted to marry a poor painter despite Qin Mo's opposition. Qin Mo just treated this daughter as if she didn't exist."

"But after all, she is a daughter who has been pampered since she was a child. Although Qin Mo said that he didn't care, he actually sent people to keep an eye on her information after she left the Qin family."

"Qin Zheng married the painter the year after she left the Qin family. She gave birth to a son and a daughter two years later."

"Later, Qin Zheng abandoned her two children when her son was five years old, and the couple fled abroad. Qin Mo only had feelings for his daughter, not for his two grandchildren, so he ignored them all these years and treated them as if they didn't exist."

Cheng Si touched the earring on his earlobe and said, "When Qin Zheng left, her son was already five years old. He should be able to remember things."

So, after so many years, the so-called grandfather suddenly showed up, and everyone would be upset.

After thinking for a while, he added: "But that's not necessarily the case. If Old Man Qin really intends to find this grandson to inherit the Qin family, who knows, he might be very happy."

"You said so—"

Cheng Si looked up, but saw only an empty tea room.

He blinked: "Where are the people?"

——

Shi Jin followed the guide all the way and finally stopped in front of a carved mahogany door.

The tea waiter waiting outside the door smiled and pushed the door open, revealing a brocade green mountain screen facing the door.

Walking around the screen, an old man with gray hair was sitting in front of the tea table. Hearing the noise, his tiger eyes swept towards the door with a gleam of light in his eyes.

He looked Shi Jin up and down, and when his eyes touched the red mole on his forehead, his expression eased a little: "Shi Jin, right? I am your grandpa."

Shi Jin put down the black umbrella, his expression cold: "Master Qin, you might as well speak frankly."

Qin Mo pointed to the carved wooden chair in front of him and said in a gentle tone: "Sit down and talk."

Shi Jin sat down in silence.

Qin Mo's eyes followed his movements. After he sat down, he sighed and said with some emotion: "When your mother left home, she was about the same age as you."

"Over the years, you..." He seemed to be about to say something, but stopped midway and changed the subject: "The red mole on your forehead is the same as your grandmother's."

"Back then, your grandmother and I had a lot of jokes because of this red mole."

Qin Mo's eyes were filled with nostalgia: "Seeing you now reminds me of your grandma."

"Although I have not appeared in front of you all these years, I have been paying attention to your information." The gray-haired old man said with a gentle look: "Seeing that you and your sister are living so well, I thought of not disturbing you."

Shi Jin lowered his eyelashes to hide the slight mockery in his eyes.

The tea waiter puts the brewed tea on the tea table.

Qin Mo glanced at the old butler who was waiting beside him. The old butler nodded in understanding and invited the tea waiter to leave the tea room at the right time.

There were only three people left in the huge tea room.

Qin Mo picked up the teacup and poured a cup, then pushed it in front of Shi Jin: "Try it, this is the most famous jade tea in this teahouse."

Shi Jin glanced at the teacup in front of him, his face expressionless, and refused: "I'm allergic to tea leaves."

Qin Mo subconsciously glanced at the old butler.

The old butler shook his head at him.

Qin Mo frowned and turned his gaze back: "I remember you were not allergic to tea before."

Shi Jin saw clearly the interaction between him and the old housekeeper. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids and looked indifferent: "Sorry, I didn't make it clear enough."

He curled his eyes slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "I am allergic to the tea you poured."

Qin Mo's chest rose and fell vigorously, but he quickly adjusted himself and looked like a gentle elder who hadn't seen a younger person for many years: "Ajin is a little humorous."

Shi Jin frowned, glanced at Qin Mo's right hand holding the cup, and lowered his eyelids: "Just say what you want to say, don't waste each other's time."

"In that case." Qin Mo lightened the force of his right hand: "Then Grandpa won't be polite with you, let's just say it directly."

"Your uncle passed away due to an accident a few days ago. He was the only son of the Qin family, and your mother has been abroad for many years, so," Qin Mo looked directly at Shi Jin, his tiger eyes no longer showing the gentleness he deliberately put on, and his eyes were full of brilliance: "I need you to come back."

Shi Jin said coldly: "I refuse."

Qin Mo frowned: "You are the grandson of my Qin family, and you have the blood of the Qin family flowing in your body."

"My last name is Shi."

Qin Mo suddenly stopped.

Qin Zheng's surname is Qin, and the man she followed was surnamed Xie.

Shi Jin's original name should be Xie Shi Jin.

Changing his name was the first thing he did after he got custody of his child on the day he came of age.

His surname is neither Qin nor Xie.

Just Shi Jin.

——

“Hua La La—”

A stream of clear water gushed out from the faucet, washing away the stains on the translucent white porcelain.

The clear water swirled in the porcelain table, and was then dispersed by the falling water column, flowing down the drain to an unknown place.

Shi Jin raised his head and looked at the mirror in front of him.

The person in the mirror looked indifferent, and his pale face could not hide his exquisite facial features.

There is only a bright red mole on the forehead.

Qin family.

Shi Jin curled the corner of his mouth and turned off the faucet.

The water droplets on my hands were completely absorbed by the soft paper towel, and the snow-white paper was crumpled into a ball and rolled to the top of the trash can.

Shi Jin turned around, his eyes fell on the end of the corridor, and his footsteps paused slightly.

Opposite the tea room bathroom is a long corridor with tea rooms at both ends. At the end is a wall inlaid with jade porcelain. The wall is made of imitation bamboo material, which is elegant.

And right in front of that wall, someone was leaning against the bamboo wall with his head bowed.

He was wearing a simple black casual outfit, with one hand in his pocket, looking lazy, and a very thin necklace hanging from his collar.

As if hearing some noise over here, the man raised his eyes, and the necklace swayed twice with his movements, reflecting a dazzling light under the warm white light above his head.

"Come out?"

The man standing by the wall curled his lips, his sparkling peach eyes showing a smile.

He walked slowly towards Shi Jin, stopped at an arm's length away from him, and extended his hand.

Shi Jin subconsciously held his breath.

"roommate."

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes curved up, and her sharp eyebrows also frowned: "What are you nervous about?"