When Grandpa Qin arrived at his son and daughter-in-law's grave, his eyes welled up with tears and his nose tingled with emotion.
"I'm sorry, I didn't teach Xiao properly." He choked out, turned around and took two steps forward to his wife's grave, where he leaned against the tombstone and wept bitterly.
He saw so many people off, but he was left behind.
The elderly mourned the death of their children, and he lived on with a body full of illness.
The sunlight shone on him, but he felt no warmth at that moment.
If the Qin family is destined to be sacrificed in order to ensure peace for future generations, then the Qin family will not regret it.
As the sun gradually set in the west, it lengthened the shadow of Old Master Qin.
Lin Shaowen took a bouquet of flowers and slowly walked up the steps toward the Qin family's cemetery.
He had long since discovered his true identity, but had no intention of acknowledging his ancestry.
The Lin family is his true home; the Qin family is a blur in his memory.
Lin Shaowen and Old Master Qin passed each other by, not recognizing each other, and neither responded.
Old Master Qin stopped and looked back, his eyes shining brightly.
Lin Shaowen noticed his burning gaze, but did not stop and continued forward.
The clouds on the horizon painted a blush, illuminating the entire cemetery in a rosy hue.
He went straight to the tombstone of the old lady of the Qin family, and looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar photo, his eyes were filled with ripples.
His mother named him Qin Shaowen in the hope that he would study more and not go to the battlefield with his father.
Lin Shaowen knelt before the cemetery and bowed a few times before standing up.
"I kept my promise to you, but you broke your promise for many years. For all these years, I've thought I was abandoned, that I had no connection with my parents."
"Now it seems, perhaps I am destined to be a child of the Lin family, to be my mother's son," Lin Shaowen murmured.
He has lived a good life all these years and has lived up to his surname.
Regardless of whether his surname is Qin or Lin, he has done what he could.
Abroad, he is a Chinese businessman; in the country, he is merely his mother's adopted son.
The Qin Shaowen of the past is long dead, buried in the azure seabed.
What's past is past, so don't dwell on missed opportunities.
A dark shadow loomed down, and the red glow of the setting sun shone on Lin Shaowen.
He turned to look at the old man standing in front of him, his eyes completely calm.
“Awen…” Old Master Qin choked up, tears streaming down his face.
Lin Shaowen's gaze was complicated: "Mr. Qin, my surname is now Lin."
Recognition?
Impossible. Even knowing that the person in front of him was his father, he felt it was unnecessary.
Old Master Qin swayed slightly, and the butler beside him quickly caught him.
His son disowned him.
Lin Shaowen continued, "Qin Shaowen died many years ago; Lin Shaowen is the one who survived."
I kept my promise and did not go to the battlefield.
At that time, the best thing he should have done was join the army, not the sea.
Lin Shaowen nodded to him and walked past him down the steps with a relaxed air.
The setting sun cast its last rays upon him, as if all the light were chasing after him.
Grandpa Qin knelt before his wife's tombstone, weeping uncontrollably.
He found his son, but he was no longer his son.
"You got what you wanted, he's alive and well," Old Master Qin said in a low voice.
The butler beside him wiped away his tears, unable to utter a single word of advice.
Today was a day of extreme joy and sorrow; Old Master Qin fell ill as soon as he returned to the compound.
He refused all treatment from doctors, wanting only to let nature take its course.
The housekeeper stayed by the bedside and briefly recounted what he had found out.
Old Master Qin's lips curled up, his face was deathly pale, and his eyes were sharp as if in a final burst of energy before death.
“Old Chen, he’s a member of the Qin family, he’s a member to the core.”
Lin Shaowen established a Chinese university, helping local Chinese people become wealthy.
Even without the Qin family's brilliance, he still shines, projecting that brilliance back to his country.
"I can rest easy now..."
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On the other side
Lin Shaowen had dinner with Minister Hai and they talked about Old Master Qin's search for his son.
He looked up at his friend: "You don't need to pretend you don't know me anymore?"
Minister Hai laughed and said, "I'm retiring this year, so there's no need for me to avoid suspicion."
"But you, are you really not planning to acknowledge your ancestors?"
“I ran into him at the cemetery today. He should have understood what I said.” Lin Shaowen said calmly, without hiding anything.
When they first returned to China, they recognized each other when they met Minister Hai.
He was six years old when he went missing, and he was already old enough to remember things.
However, he didn't look for the Qin family. Instead, he deliberately avoided investigating or thinking about it, as if he had lost his memory.
"There's no room for maneuver in Qin Xiao's case," Minister Hai sighed.
Lin Shaowen raised an eyebrow but declined to comment.
The two discussed the development of Beijing and reached a consensus.
Lin Shaowen: "This place is more suitable for developing tourism. There are ready-made cultural relics and buildings, so why not make use of them?"
Minister Hai nodded. He had already submitted the proposal to his superiors and believed that a response would be forthcoming soon.
Over the next few days, Lin Shaowen accompanied him to various cultural relics and ancient buildings for inspection and to discuss how to promote them.
Lin Shaowen invested in a cultural tourism company and transferred people from Hairun Group.
With him leading the way, other companies followed suit.
Lu Qiuying had planned to take a month off, but Minister Hai suddenly assigned her a task to follow up on this project.
After staying in the hospital for a week, Lu Yunshen was discharged and returned to the compound to recuperate.
Lu Tianqi took the two children out and showed them around all the tourist attractions in Beijing.
Jiaojiao and Xiaoxiao followed Grandma Lu and Atai to visit various temples.
Lin Ziyan was the only one who stayed home reading and occasionally dealing with urgent documents.
Now that she has completely let go, she is not as busy.
The shrimp paste factory has a dedicated manager, the aquaculture company has Su Hui, and the electrical appliance group has Zhang Jiandong and Sister Fang.
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