A heavy rain struck the roses that had climbed to the top of the wall with great difficulty and grown gorgeous buds, leaving them broken and messy. The flowers that had not yet bloomed fell to the ground and mixed into the wet and muddy soil, becoming nutrients for the roots. I don't know whether this is fortunate or unfortunate.

The tall black iron gate of the Qin family's old house was opened, and some vines circling around the gate were pulled off, but it did not affect its growth. A Rolls-Royce Phantom drove into the gate, followed by six black Maybachs.

Seven luxury cars entered the gate. Along the way, there were flower beds on both sides of the road, with flowers of various colors competing for beauty. When they got inside, the first thing they saw was a double-layer fountain with a sculpture of a soldier. After the fountain, there was the mansion.

At that time, the eldest lady of the Qin family, Tang Rongran, and the third lady of the Qin family, Zhao Linlin, were supporting the old lady, and were waiting for Qin Younian together with the butler Zhang, who was standing at the door with the servants to greet them.

Qin Younian had been away from home for many years and had never returned during these years. The old lady waited for him day and night, but he had never returned once. She had always known that her second son was stubborn and a lovesick man.

But she didn't expect that he would be so stubborn that he even didn't want his parents and brothers. How could she not be disappointed? How could she not be worried?

Now that Qin Younian was finally willing to return home, the old lady couldn't wait any longer, so she came out directly from the living room, and stood waiting at the door without caring about Mr. Qin's reaction.

When Qin Yanqin, the eldest son of the Qin family, heard that his second brother was coming back, he immediately took a leave and rushed back from the army to welcome him. When he heard the roar of the vehicle, he came out of the house. Following him was Qin Ruochen, the third son of the Qin family, who also took a leave and came back.

Qin Ruochen is the president of a media company. In the eyes of Mr. Qin, he is not doing his job properly. Every time he comes back, he has to quarrel with the old man. How dare he sit in the same place with the old man now? He is just waiting to be scolded.

The door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom was opened by the bodyguard, and the old lady walked forward a few steps with the help of her two daughters-in-law. She looked at the familiar figure in the car and said in a trembling voice, "My Niannian, you are back."

Everyone looked at the open car door, and Qin Younian got out of the car just as the old lady finished speaking. He was wearing a suit that was so black that there was no other color, and a white paper flower on his left chest.

He was holding an exquisite wooden box between his hands, and there seemed to be a document under the box. He was looking at the box, and he looked very haggard and decadent. What he exuded was not indifference, but deadness and lifelessness, as if he would die in the next second.

"Year after year..."

Everyone was frightened by Qin Younian's appearance. It took the old lady a long time to come back to her senses and she called his name in a trembling voice.

Qin Younian came to his senses after hearing the shout. He looked up at the gray-haired old lady. He was stunned for a long time before he called her with red eyes and trembling voice, "Mom..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Younian knelt down and shouted in a deep voice, "Your unfilial son has come back to see you."

"Hurry up," the old lady walked forward and helped Qin Younian up, repeating with eyes full of heartache, "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back, my Nian Nian."

Qin Younian stood up. From beginning to end, he never let the wooden box in his arms get a speck of dust on it. He regarded it as a treasure that no one could intrude upon.

"Niannian, what are you holding? Why are you wearing a white flower on your chest? It's unlucky."

After the old lady finished expressing her concern for her son, she looked at the wooden box in his arms and said a few more words out of concern.

Qin Younian looked down at the wooden box in his arms, pursed his lips in silence, and said calmly after a long silence, "This is Qing'er's ashes. She is dead."

Just one sentence caused a huge uproar in an instant. The old lady took two steps back in shock and was supported by Tang Rongran and Zhao Linlin who were equally surprised. The brothers Qin Yanqin and Qin Ruochen were no less surprised than anyone else present.

"I came back today because I wanted to bury Qing'er in the Qin family's ancestral tomb and include her in the Qin family tree as my wife."

Qin Younian looked at the old lady, his eyes as persistent as ever. Even with tears in his eyes, he could not hide his determination to do this.

The two brothers Qin Yanqin and Qin Ruochen looked at each other, then looked at Qin Younian. The meaning in their eyes was very clear. It would be useless if their mother agreed, and their father had to agree.

Qin Younian knew what they meant, but he was determined. The old lady knew that she couldn't persuade him, so she had to take him into the house. When they entered the living room, Old Man Qin was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, and he didn't even look up at Qin Younian.

Butler Zhang walked up to Mr. Qin and whispered something in his ear. Mr. Qin's pupils shrank slightly, and he was as shocked as everyone else. He finally put down the cup, looked at Qin Younian who was walking over, opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"despair!"

Qin Younian put the wooden box on the coffee table. When everyone thought he was going to quarrel with Old Man Qin again, he knelt in front of Old Man Qin in public.

Everyone was surprised and didn't dare to speak for a moment. Qin Younian kowtowed three times to Old Man Qin, then he straightened his back and took out the document from under the wooden box.

"Dad, I hope you can let me bury Qing'er in the ancestral tomb as my wife," Qin Younian stroked the wooden box, his eyes red and his voice trembling, "and include her in the Qin family tree. Apart from this, I really can't think of any other way to make up for my debt to her."

Without waiting for Mr. Qin to speak, Qin Younian flipped through the documents and placed them in front of him. He choked up and said, "I always thought that she would return to her hometown and live a good life after she and I separated. Over the years, I didn't dare to look for her until not long ago, when I received a letter from her in the mail. It was her last wish before she died."

Qin Younian thought that Yu Hongqing believed that he had married and had children until his death, and his heart ached unbearably. "I just found out... because she was pregnant with my child, and they didn't want to hurt the child, she was kicked out by her family. She ran to a remote mountainous area to teach alone... She was a pregnant woman living in a mountainous area with poor living conditions..."

"I chopped wood and made fire, carried water and washed clothes by myself... I also had to endure the pain of pregnancy and childbirth alone... She thought I abandoned her to marry and have children. She hated me and resented me. She didn't want to see me even until she died. If that child hadn't been helpless, I'm afraid I would never have known in my life... that I actually had a son."

Qin Younian looked at the pale old man Qin and burst into tears, "Dad, are you satisfied with the outcome between her and me?"

Qin Younian's words stabbed into Grandpa Qin's heart like a steel knife, making him unable to hold the heavy documents in his hands. He let the documents fall to the ground with a dull sound.

"Niannian, it's mom's fault, it's mom's fault!"

After hearing Qin Younian's words, the old lady thought of how she and her husband had tried their best to stop him from being with Yu Hongqing. She felt heartbroken and full of regret.

"Niannian, get up quickly. It's all my fault that I agreed to let her enter the family tree. Tell me quickly, where is that child? Where is that child? He is the blood of our Qin family. How can he be left to suffer outside?"

The old lady helped Qin Younian up and burst into tears. Tang Rongran and Zhao Linlin had already shed tears. Qin Ruoqin and Qin Ruochen frowned and remained silent, not saying a word.

Qin Younian was stunned for a moment, looking quite lonely, with tears streaming down his face. He reached out his hand to wipe away his tears, his voice choking with sobs, "The child is missing. When I went to look for him, he was gone. Someone saw him get on a truck. My people and the police are looking for him. I will never let my child live on the streets and suffer."

Old Master Qin stood up from the sofa, as if he had aged a lot in an instant, "Come back, find a suitable day and give her a proper status."

After Old Master Qin finished speaking, he and Butler Zhang turned around and went upstairs. Qin Younian stood downstairs and looked at his back. He was stunned for a long time before kneeling in his direction, kowtowed three times, and said in a deep voice, "Thank you, Dad."