"You are not my and my wife's biological child, but your father and wife raised you and have a deep affection for you. However, that child is still my biological son, so Miao'er, your treatment will remain the same, only your status will be changed to adopted son. Everything else will be the same as before. Are you willing?"
Qin Yi spoke to Qingyin with deep affection, like a father who deeply loves his child. Unfortunately, what Qingyin saw in his eyes was not a father's love for his son, but lustful desire, which made this seemingly gentle and refined man even more repulsive and disgusting to Qingyin.
Qingyin lowered her head, as if she had been struck by the truth.
Madam Dong couldn't help but show pity, looking at Qingyin with a broken heart: "Miao'er! No matter what, you are my child, and your mother will always be your mother."
Looking at the cautious Madam Dong, Qingyin sighed inwardly, then smiled reassuringly at Madam Dong with a look of reliance: "I understand, Mother."
Inside the house, Qin Yi's eyes seemed somewhat obscure. Although he knew that the mother and son in front of him were simply deeply in love, he could still see Qin Miao, who was far away from him, acting spoiled in Madam Dong's arms.
Such drastically different treatment can't help but make people envious.
Suddenly, Madam Dong, who was holding Qingyin, caught a glimpse of Qin Yi's gaze out of the corner of her eye. Was she mistaken? Why would Qin Yi look at Miao'er like that?
In an instant, Madam Dong tightened her grip on Qingyin, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.
But Qin Yi had no time to appreciate the deep affection between the mother and son. He simply said a few words of concern for Qingyin and then turned to leave.
Today, Madam Dong stayed in Qingyin's courtyard until bedtime before leaving.
These past few days, the capital has been abuzz with news. First, there was the story of the real and fake young masters of General Qin's mansion. Then, General An Kui, who had just returned from a triumphant return, suffered a relapse of his hidden injuries and was no longer in good health. He voluntarily relinquished his military power to the Emperor. Furthermore, the young lady of the An family continued to propose marriage to the Qin family. Moreover, the person she was proposing to was not the real young master, but Qin Miao, the former playboy fake young master who is now her adopted son. People couldn't help but wonder what kind of bewitching potion the fake young master had given to the young lady of General An's mansion.
The wealthy young men sitting in the teahouse sized up the storyteller below, who was disdainfully recounting the tale of the fake young master, their eyes burning with anger. "Damn it, that young master Qin Miao is so handsome, how could he not be worthy of that fake woman from the An family!"
"Brother Ming, don't be angry. These people have never seen a celestial being like Young Master Qin Miao. They are not worthy of knowing Young Master Qin Miao's charm. If we get angry, it would only lower our own standards."
He was trying to persuade another young man in fine clothes, and he was trying to convince his friend with an air of self-assurance that he was the only one who was sober while everyone else was drunk.
Hearing his friend's words, the man was clearly less angry.
However, he held back, but some young masters and ladies who had become Qingyin's die-hard fans since they met her couldn't help it.
One by one, they jumped out, pointing their fingers at the storyteller and cursing, "Damn it! Young Master Qin Miao is a celestial being from heaven, how could he not be worthy of that wicked woman!"
"Idiot, if you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all!"
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Such a series of quarrels occurred in various teahouses in the capital. Although Qingyin stayed at his residence, there was still a group of people who fought for him.
Because of this situation, the people of the capital became curious about this fake young master Qin, wondering just how handsome he was that these young masters and ladies revered him as a celestial being descended from heaven.
Qingyin was at home, unaware that a large portion of the people in the capital were curious about his face.
These past few days, probably because his identity has been revealed, Madam Dong has been staying by her side all day out of worry, afraid that her precious son might be heartbroken because of this.
Qingyin obediently stayed in the room and watched over her, just as she wished.
No one dared to reveal any information about the other young master to him.
But Qingyin's meeting with that real young master was indeed unexpected.
Just as it was time for the warm moments spent with Madam Dong each day, Madam Dong finally understood that Qingyin was not too sad. Worried that he would be bored in his courtyard, she gave Qingyin a kite to play with.
The wind has been strong these past few days, perfect for flying kites.
Qingyin didn't explain that the original owner hadn't liked playing with kites much since he was ten years old. He obediently took the eagle kite handed to him by Madam Dong and walked to the west side courtyard, where there was an open space where the original owner had flown kites since he was a child.
Qingyin went to this place.
This courtyard is quite secluded from the main courtyard. It's probably where the only young master of the household likes to play. The courtyard is still kept very clean, without a speck of dust. The large open space next to it has only a few fallen leaves from the century-old trees. Not many, but they make the whole courtyard look beautiful and poetic.
When it came to flying kites, Guo Liu, who was following behind Qingyin, was clearly more interested than his master.
Holding a large eagle kite, letting out the string and choosing a suitable spot, Qingyin sat lazily to the side.
The maidservant following beside her diligently set up a chaise lounge for her languid and beautiful mistress, successfully earning Qingyin an appreciative look and a captivating smile.
The maid's cheeks flushed, yet she seemed to receive even more encouragement.
In no time, Qingyin was leisurely lying on the chaise lounge, with fresh fruit set up beside her, while Guo Liu was running around in front of her, carrying an eagle kite.
Hmm, what's wrong with that? He's flying a kite too, and he's enjoying the happiness.
Qingyin squinted her eyes comfortably in the sun.
But to the young man who had quietly entered the area, it seemed that his mind and soul were captivated by that slender figure.
Bai Weize, who had specially chosen a quiet place to study, was surprised to find that guests had already arrived at his chosen spot.
Ancient ginseng trees, lush and verdant.
Sunlight filters through the dense foliage, creating dappled patterns on the soft, muddy ground.
A young man in a pure white robe lay on a simple chaise longue, his eyes half-closed. His long, raven-feather-like eyelashes scattered the sunlight, which fell on his flawless white face like delicate diamonds. But even these diamonds bestowed by heaven could not compare to the slightest brilliance in his captivating eyes.
With red lips and black hair, she was incomparably beautiful.
It landed lightly in the young man's heart, yet it left behind a heart pounding with immense intensity.
That familiar face, that familiar boy who, after our first meeting, lingered in my mind day and night.
Bai Weize wasn't a fool. Upon seeing this person in an unfamiliar mansion, he already had a vague idea of his identity.
Despite being the victim himself, Bai Weize instinctively avoided the handsome young man, not daring to appear before him.
Because no matter what, his existence encroaches on the boy's life and takes away what he has.
The thought that appearing beside the boy would lead to his rejection and dislike made Bai Weize feel extremely resistant to the outcome, and the pressure in his heart became even heavier.
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