The dusk dyed the sky red, bringing a hint of cool silence to the thin clouds. The sun set in the west, but was submerged in the darkness in just a moment, lying dormant quietly, waiting to appear again in the evening of the next day.

“Bang!”

The loud bang of a heavy object hitting the wall broke the silence, followed by the sound of someone vomiting blood. The man backed away in horror, breathing rapidly, as if he would faint in the next second.

"Master Chu, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong. I was just following orders. If I don't kill Young Master Mu, the Mu family will kill me. Please spare my life!"

The man who looked ferocious and wanted to kill Mu Qingji had completely lost his previous arrogance and domineering attitude. He was kicked hard by Chu Jinhan and crashed into the wall. He then rolled down the wall, spitting blood and shrinking back. He looked at Chu Jinhan with fear, whose face was gloomy, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"If you really didn't have the intention to kill, but were just afraid of death, when those bastards from the Mu family forced you, you should have died to show your determination instead of falling into my hands."

Chu Jinhan looked at the man, narrowed his eyes and curled the corners of his lips. The coldness and murderous intent in his eyes increased instead of decreasing. He turned his head slightly and glanced at his confidant Gu Yanqing, his eyes slightly condensed, "Yanqing, I leave this person to you."

Gu Yanqing bowed slightly to Chu Jinhan, then pulled out the whip tied around his waist and walked towards the man. The man, with a pale face, kowtowed to Gu Yanqing and begged for mercy. Gu Yanqing pretended not to see it and remained unmoved. The whip instantly hit the man.

Chu Jinhan turned and walked out of the basement. The man's screams became farther and farther away, until they finally disappeared.

"Send someone to deliver the gift I prepared to Qin Younian's home," Chu Jinhan walked to the end of the corridor and took off his coat. The housekeeper took it and stood quietly beside him. He tilted his head slightly, "He will like this gift."

"yes."

The butler bowed slightly, and after Chu Jinhan entered the room, he turned around and left to do what Chu Jinhan had asked him to do.

Mu Qingji was sitting on the sofa on the balcony, carefully making tea. When he heard footsteps, he immediately looked up, nodded when his eyes met Chu Jinhan, then shifted his attention to the tea set and poured two cups of tea.

"Qingji, uncle doesn't like to drink tea." Chu Jinhan walked to the sofa and just sat down when he saw Mu Qingji pouring tea. It was too late to stop him. "Oh, forget it, you actually poured it, then I'll drink it."

Mu Qingji held the teacup in front of Chu Jinhan with both hands. Chu Jinhan looked at him and smiled as he took it. He then looked over and paused when he saw his empty wrists. He stretched out his hands to take it and asked, "Qingji, where are the beads on your hands?"

Mu Qingji paused for a moment, and the cute little face of the little milk ball with a milky fragrance appeared in front of him. He looked at the tea set, his eyes flickered, and lied, "I hid it. Don't worry, uncle. I know my limits."

Chu Jinhan had lived for most of his life, how could he not see that Mu Qingji was lying, but he would never lie to him without a reason. Perhaps the beads were damaged or lost in the process of him being captured.

"That's good, you have to hide it well."

Chu Jinhan did not expose Mu Qingji's little lie. This string of beads was not a valuable thing. It was just one of the things his sister liked to play with when she was alive.

He had many beads like this in his safe, and although he thought they were unimportant, he would not let the lying child off so easily.

Chu Jinhan thought so, and took a sip of the tea that he didn't like very much, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "This is something your mother left for you to give to her future daughter-in-law. You can't throw it away."

After hearing this, Mu Qingji looked up at Chu Jinhan, a hint of shock and hesitation flashed across his gloomy eyes. He was still a child after all, and some emotions could not be hidden at all.

"What? You still don't believe what your uncle said?"

Seeing him like this, Chu Jinhan suddenly found it somewhat amusing. His little nephew rarely showed such rich emotions. How could he not tease him at this time?

"No, I believe my uncle."

Mu Qingji shook his head and looked down at the tea leaves floating in the teacup. A struggle flashed in his eyes, but the soft and cute face of the little baby appeared in his mind again, and the voice of the little baby calling him brother in the soft and tender voice came to his ears.

Mu Qingji picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. The tips of his ears instantly turned red. The struggle in his eyes instantly turned into relief, and then turned into determination.

Forget it, since I have already given him the beads, he will be mine from now on. When I grow up, I will go to Second Master’s house and propose to him.

The young boy quietly planted a seed in his heart and let the seed take root. As he grew older, the seed grew bigger and bigger, until it grew into a towering tree, but it never gave up.

Chu Jinhan had no idea what kind of seed his little joke had planted in the heart of the young boy Mu Qingji. Years later, when he recalled today's joke, he just wanted to go back to the past and slap himself in the face.

If he had known that his nephew had given the beads to a boy, he would have thought it was just a joke! The point is, the kid actually took it seriously, and he took it seriously for many years.

Many years later, little candy Qin Nianqing leaned against Mu Qingji's legs and looked at the crabapple tree above her head, and asked him with a smile, "Brother Mu, when did you start to like me?"

Mu Qingji recalled the joke his uncle made, scratched his nose, and was silent for a long time, "Probably a long time ago."

Qin Nianqing felt that he was perfunctory, and frowned to ask, but he asked back, "Guoguo, tell me, when did you start to like me?"

Qin Nianqing sat up and hugged him even more perfunctorily than Mu Qingji, acting like a spoiled child, "Brother Mu, my waist hurts~"

Many years later, they embraced each other under the crabapple tree, happy and satisfied. Of course, these are all later stories, so I will not talk about them for now and will talk about them later.