Chapter 70 Qu Ge Meets His Biological Father
Nine o'clock in the evening.
Embers night, box.
Under the dim light, Qiao Xuan sat alone on the leather sofa, holding a half-burned cigarette between his fingers.
Amidst the smoke, his expression was dim and unclear.
He Qing arrived earlier than he expected.
"Bang--"
The door of the box was kicked open suddenly, and the door panel hit the wall heavily, shaking the wine in the glass.
Several bodyguards in black filed in and stood on both sides.
A tall figure walked in slowly.
"My daughter's life or death is uncertain, and you still have the time to hang out here?"
He Qing played with the ebony cane inlaid with rubies and looked at Qiao Xuan with cold eyes.
There was no expression of joy or anger on his face, but the aura around him was so powerful and terrifying that it almost froze the air in the entire box.
Qiao Xu'an slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly, "Mr. He, I'm waiting for you here tonight."
He knew that once the three-day deadline was up, no matter where he hid, He Qing would be able to find him.
So, he simply set up the table openly and waited for him to come.
He Qing didn't respond, but walked over and sat down opposite him, with an unknown meaning in his deep eyes.
He looked at Qiao Xuan coldly, and after a while he spoke in a deep voice.
"Since you've said that, I guess you know the whereabouts of my daughter?"
"Yes."
Qiao Xian didn't think twice.
Seeing that he was calm and unhurried, He Qing relaxed his brows with satisfaction.
"She's still alive?"
"Of course she's still alive," Qiao Xu'an confirmed. "Besides, she should be in the place you're most familiar with."
"You mean, Canada?"
"That's right."
As he spoke, Qiao Xuan personally poured wine for He Qing.
The glass landed on the table with a thud, like a chess piece dropping.
He Qing narrowed his eyes, did not touch the cup he handed to him, nor did he ask any questions, but waited patiently for him to continue.
Qiao Xian understood what he meant.
People like them never like to be led by the nose, and always feel at ease when they have the initiative firmly in their own hands.
Qiao Xu'an was now under someone's control. He had no choice but to speak up: "If I'm not mistaken, Qu Ge was taken away by Rong Zhoubai. As long as you find Rong Zhoubai, you can find your daughter."
"How do I know if what you said is true or false?"
"You can take me back to Canada with you. If you can't find Qu Ge by then, I'll be at your disposal."
Qiao Xian said these words without hesitation.
He readily handed his life over to He Qing.
Apart from this, he could no longer offer any more valuable collateral.
Hearing this, He Qing sneered.
He saw through Qiao Xuan's hidden thoughts at a glance.
This guy appeared to be surrendering to him, but in fact he just wanted to use him.
Right now, the Qiao family is bankrupt and embroiled in lawsuits.
It was extremely difficult for Qiao Xuan to escape abroad.
So, he could only use his hand and let his private plane bring him back to Canada.
He is quite good at calculating.
He Qing frowned and looked at Qiao Xuan in front of him again.
After a while, he picked up the wine glass he had just handed over and took a sip slowly.
"If you want me to take you to Canada, fine."
"But, when you get there, don't regret it!"
…
Canada, Hanshan Villa.
The sunlight from outside the window shone through the gauze curtains and fell on Rong Zhubai who was lying beside the bed.
He was peeling an apple with his head down, his slender fingers holding the fruit knife, the peel hanging down in a thin strip, his movements so meticulous that it was out of place with his usual casual demeanor.
Qu Ge leaned against the head of the bed, her eyes unconsciously following his hand.
"What are you looking at?" He suddenly raised his eyes and caught her gaze.
Qu Ge avoided his gaze, his ears slightly hot: "Nothing..."
Rong Zhoubai raised the corner of his mouth slightly and handed over the peeled apple: "Here, eat it."
She reached out to take it, but accidentally touched his fingertips, and they both trembled.
Qu Ge quickly retracted his hand, and the apple almost fell on the bed, but was caught steadily by Rong Zhubai with his quick eyes and hands.
"Clumsy."
He spoke with disdain and did not hand the apple back to her. Instead, he carefully cut it into small pieces and fed it directly to her mouth.
The ward fell silent for a moment, with only the regular ticking of the monitor.
Qu Ge was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he should open his mouth.
Rong Zhubai frowned and pretended to be unhappy, urging her: "Your hands are sore from lifting them, do you still want to eat?"
After hearing this, Qu Ge took a small bite of the apple.
While he lowered his head to continue cutting the apple, she secretly glanced at him again.
The man's handsome profile looked particularly soft in the morning light.
"Rong Zhoubai." She suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
"Thank you for taking care of me these days."
From the day Qu Ge woke up, Rong Zhoubai stayed by her side all the time.
His meticulous attention to detail towards her made it difficult for her not to be moved.
The sunlight gradually climbed up the bed and fell into the room, making it warm.
However, this rare peace did not last long before it was interrupted by the ringing of the cell phone again.
Rong Zhubai wiped his hands and answered the phone.
After hearing what was said on the other end of the phone, he frowned, as if a little worried.
Qu Ge quickly asked, "What happened to Jiangzhou City again?"
"No." Rong Zhubai hesitated for a moment before saying to her, "He Qing has returned to China. He guessed you're not dead and said he wants to see you. Do you want to see him?"
“…”
Rong Zhoubai's words made Qu Ge fall into silence.
To be honest, she didn't want to see He Qing at all.
However, at the beginning of her "deal" with Rong Zhoubai, she promised him that she would meet He Qing.
And now, Rong Zhoubai could obviously bring He Qing to see her directly, but he chose to ask her opinion first and respect her decision.
The more he indulged her, the more uneasy she felt.
After all, she knew from the beginning that the relationship between them was just one of mutual exploitation.
She has always accepted Rong Zhoubai's kindness to her with peace of mind because she keeps telling herself that he does all this for a purpose.
But, these days, she can't see clearly anymore.
She clearly felt that the bond between them was no longer just a "transaction".
"Do you think I should meet him?"
After thinking it over, Qu Ge threw the question back to him.
Now, he is the only one she can trust.
She trusted the decisions he made for her.
Seeing the trust in her eyes, Rong Zhubai's heart trembled.
He reached out and gently touched her hair. It seemed like he was answering something irrelevant, but in fact he was giving a positive answer: "Don't worry, I'm here."
Half an hour later.
Qu Ge finally met her legendary biological father, He Qing.
His temples were slightly frosted, his face was clear and vigorous, and his brows revealed a calmness that was not angry but intimidating. The deep nasolabial folds did not make him look old, but instead added a bit of majesty.
Qu Ge looked at him seriously, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
The person in front of her seemed completely different from the hideous scumbag father she had imagined.
The moment his eyes met Qu Ge's, He Qing felt as if twenty years had frozen in time.
That face, similar in outline to his, carried the stubborn look of her mother when she was young...
His jaw tightened unconsciously, and his Adam's apple rolled, as if he had swallowed some old bitterness.
He took a cautious step forward and almost lost his balance.
Fortunately, the cane fell with a "click", which helped him to stabilize his body a little.
"You... look a lot like your mother."
After a long time, He Qing spoke, his voice low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor.
When Qu Ge heard him mention Qu Shunzhi, a frown of displeasure appeared between his brows.
In her opinion, the person in front of her was the least qualified person in the world to talk about her mother.
Seeing her frown, He Qing realized that he had said the wrong thing.
This business tycoon, who has been a big shot in Canada for many years, now looks as panicked as a child.
He quickly changed the subject: "I heard you were seriously injured. Are you feeling better now?"
"Much better." Qu Ge replied coldly.
This was the first sentence she said to him.
He Qing's eyes instantly turned red, and the fingers that were tightly gripping the cane trembled slightly, almost out of control.
"Okay, that's good." He was a little incoherent. "Don't worry, you'll be kept here. With Rong Zhoubai here, you'll be safe."
He knew that Qu Ge didn't trust him, so he just said that Rong Zhoubai would protect her.
Qu Ge nodded, said "hmm", lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him.
He Qing knew that this was her order to expel him.
She didn't want to talk to him too much, and he didn't force her.
For him, as long as she was willing to see him, he would be satisfied.
He took a deep breath and tried hard to suppress his joy at meeting his daughter and not lose his composure in front of her.
"Then you should have a good rest. I will come to see you in a few days."
"good."
Qu Ge did not refuse.
Just one word "good" made He Qing ecstatic.
He turned and left reluctantly.
Just as he was about to go out, Qu Ge suddenly called him again.
"Mr. He."
"ah?"
He Qing could hardly believe his ears.
He turned around in surprise, his eyes full of anticipation as he looked at Qu Ge.
But Qu Ge's tone remained indifferent, without much emotion. "My mother's ashes are temporarily placed in the pagoda of the Rongshan Temple in Jiangzhou City. If you have the chance, please burn some incense for her on my behalf."
"well."
Qu Ge said this deliberately just to test He Qing's reaction.
The trembling in his eyes made her see his guilt...
…
He Qing returned to his private residence.
The excitement in my heart took a long time to calm down.
However, he simply adjusted his cuffs lightly, and in the blink of an eye he returned to his expressionless appearance.
After living under someone's roof in Canada for many years, he had long learned not to show any emotions on his face.
He walked slowly up the stairs and pushed open the door into a dark windowless room.
In the middle of the room, there was a dog cage that was only half a person's height.
Rough steel bars were welded into a square cage. Each iron bar was as thick as a thumb, with dark red stains mixed in with the rust.
A man in a suit is being locked in a cage.
The narrow space restricted his range of movement. He could only kneel there, unable to stand up, sit or lie down.
His bent knees pressed against the cold steel bars, and his skin had already turned blue from the cold.
With every breath, the smell of rust penetrates into the nostrils.
Even in this situation, he still spoke calmly and steadily.
"Mr. He, how is it?"
"Have you seen your daughter?"
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