Just as Han Fei was speculating about Xiao Qi's true identity in the original story and what his purpose was in faking his death.
The door to the break room in the office opened, and Xiaoqi, who was taking a nap, came out. The little girl's hair was messy, her face was flushed, and there were suspicious traces of drool at the corners of her mouth.
Grandpa, your pillow is so hard!
The little girl pouted, puffed out her cheeks, and glared with wide eyes.
Her pair of crystal eyes were filled with accusation and resentment, looking wronged, pitiful, and even a little fierce.
Han Fei looked at the little guy. Just now, he had imagined Xiao Qi from the original story as a hidden big boss, but now it seems that it doesn't match up at all.
"Grandpa, are you even listening to me?!"
Little Qi is both cute and fierce, hands on hips, stomping her feet.
Han Fei frowned when he saw her bare feet on the ground: "Put your shoes on first."
"I don't want to wear it..."
Han Fei narrowed his eyes, his face turning serious.
Xiaoqi lowered her voice: "I'll wear it, but Grandpa, can you give me a different pillow?"
Han Fei nodded: "Okay."
Xiao Qi cheered and became happy again, skipping and jumping back to the rest room to put on her shoes.
Han Fei sighed, thinking to himself: What makes this little girl seem like a hidden big boss?
...
Back home, Grandpa Tang remained silent and quiet.
Tangshan pulled Old Yang aside and asked, "What happened to my grandfather?"
“Back home, he used to dislike me and would curse at me every three minutes.”
"But now, I've walked past him several times and haven't uttered a single curse!"
The housekeeper, Old Yang, was speechless for a moment.
What's wrong with this young master? A scoundrel?
He actually felt uncomfortable when his boss didn't scold him.
"The boss seems to be preoccupied, young master, please don't disturb him."
"What's on your mind?"
"I can't talk about it, it all happened twenty years ago."
The more Lao Yang refused to talk about it, the more curious Tang Shan became, and all sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind.
"Could it be... an old flame from twenty years ago has reappeared?"
Old Yang: "..."
"Old Yang, if you don't tell me, I'll really start to overthink things!"
"Well……"
Old Yang wanted to take a detour, but Tang Shan grabbed his arm tightly.
Old Yang sighed helplessly: "The boss met one of his former trusted subordinates. That man was originally dead."
Tang Shan was astonished: "Dead? Bringed back to life?"
"That man faked his death back then," Old Yang said with a resentful look in his eyes.
Back then, he treated that kid quite well; he never expected that kid to be an undercover agent.
When they met again, he had transformed into a high-ranking military official. Just by looking at the number on his shoulders, you could tell he had made quite a few contributions over the years.
"Fake death? Wait, the person my grandfather has been visiting to pay respects to all these years... could it be the one who faked his death?"
Old Yang glanced at him, giving him a look that said, "You'll have to figure it out yourself."
It turns out that his grandfather had given his heart, but the other party had been playing him all along!
No wonder Grandpa couldn't understand it!
Tang Shan asked worriedly, "My grandfather is sitting there blankly. Will he become demented?"
“…Young Master, if the Boss hears you say that, you might be hung from a tree and whipped for ten days and ten nights.”
"I'm just worried about him! How dare he fake his death and fool my grandfather! I'm going to avenge him. Tell me where that person is, and I'll go right now!"
Old Yang glanced at him sideways: "He's a soldier from China. You go ahead, he should be in the army."
"Wait a minute!" Tang Shan picked at his ear, wondering if he had misheard. "When did gangsters become eligible to join the army? You can't just whitewash your image like this!"
Old Yang continued to glance at him sideways: "Do you think it's possible that he was originally white?"
Tang Shan's mind started to clear up, and he asked in confusion, "How could he be white? Back then—" He paused, staring blankly at Old Yang, their eyes meeting in a wide-eyed stare.
"Have you figured it out?" Old Yang asked jokingly.
"No way, he's... an undercover agent infiltrating my grandfather's inner circle?"
Old Yang sighed: "That's exactly it."
"My grandfather paid respects to an undercover agent at his grave for twenty years during the Qingming Festival?"
Old Yang couldn't help but chuckle, then quickly stopped, his face turning serious: "Let's not talk about this anymore."
Thinking about how his grandfather had been deceived and had even visited the grave for twenty years, and how he might have remained in the dark forever if he hadn't had the chance to meet him now, Tang Shan couldn't help but burst into laughter: "My grandfather's lifelong wisdom is nothing but a joke!"
"Shh!"
"Hahaha……"
"Shh!"
"I can't hold it in, it's just too funny!"
Old Yang covered his eyes.
Standing behind Tang Shan, Old Master Tang lowered his voice and asked in a gloomy tone, "What's so funny? Tell me so I can have a good laugh too?"
"Let me tell you—" Tang Shan turned around, his smile stiff.
"Tell me what you were laughing about. Tell me so I can laugh too."
"I didn't laugh. I didn't laugh about anything."
Are you laughing at me?
Tang Shan waved his hands repeatedly: "No! Absolutely not!"
Old Master Tang snorted, walked away with his hands behind his back, his back view lonely and desolate.
Tang Shan stopped laughing and became worried: "How can I cheer Grandpa up?"
Old Yang glanced at the usually unreliable young master and offered a word of advice: "Originally, the eldest brother was going to see Miss Xiao Qi. He really likes Miss Xiao Qi."
"Is she our benefactor's sister?" Tang Shan clapped his hands. "Then I'll invite our benefactor and his sister to our home. Grandpa will definitely be in a better mood when he sees her."
...
Han Fei took Xiao Qi's hand and went home after get off work.
Han Fei looked down at his granddaughter, whose mouth was covered in sugar stains from eating candied hawthorns, and sighed again, thinking to himself: My little Qi looks so cute and innocent, could she really become a hidden big boss?
"Grandpa, why do you keep looking at me and sighing?" Xiaoqi tilted her head, her big eyes full of confusion.
Han Fei patted her head: "Eat your candied hawthorn. Grandpa just has some work-related issues that he can't figure out."
"Grandpa, tell me, and Xiaoqi will help you think of a solution!"
Xiaoqi straightened her back: "I'm very smart!"
"You just need to focus on eating, drinking, and having fun. Grandpa can handle the work-related matters himself."
When I arrived at my doorstep, I saw a person standing there; it was Tang Shan.
"Grandpa Han, Xiao Qi, we've finally been waiting for you!"
"Have you been waiting here for a long time?"
"You've waited for two hours, but that doesn't matter. I'm here to invite you to come home with me!"
"To the Tang family?"
"Yes, my grandfather is in a bad mood, like he has dementia. I want to cheer him up, so I would like to invite you to my house to have some fun."
"What is Alzheimer's disease?" Xiaoqi tilted her head and suddenly asked.
Tang Shan awkwardly touched his nose: "I said the wrong thing again! Don't tell my grandpa, if he finds out I said he seemed to have dementia behind his back, he'll definitely beat me to death!"
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