Qin Mufeng has always wanted to talk to the old marquis about his tenure as the head of the household department, but he was delayed because of his relationship with Yun Xi.

The saint's attitude towards himself just now made him even more eager to talk to his father.

For some reason, he was inexplicably a little unsure.

And he firmly believes that his father can help him.

"Father, my son has something to ask you for."

The old marquis glanced at him: "If it's a matter of the household, you don't have to say it." ”

Qin Mufeng knew that he was trying to avoid suspicion, but he still felt uncomfortable at first hearing, he thought he was used to it, but the truth taught him another lesson.

"The father is too worried, and the son asks about other things."

Qin Han was silent, and just when Qin Mufeng thought he would refuse, he suddenly sighed: "Say something." ”

There was a rare hint of love in his stiff tone.

This made Qin Mufeng's words that Qin Mufeng had prepared to persuade him in advance swallow all the words back into his stomach.

Abnormal, so abnormal.

He was a little suspicious that he was dazzled just now, otherwise how could he see himself praying for the love he had been yearning for many years in his father's always serious and rigid eyes, which were so cold that there was no temperature?

This is ridiculous.

Qin Mufeng seriously suspected that he was affected by the emotions of the saint.

Qin Han couldn't help frowning when he saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Qin Mufeng's heart suddenly let go, look, this is his father, he must have been dazzled just now.

He stabilized his mood: "Father, let's go to the study and talk." ”

Qin Han glanced at him with a complicated look in his eyes, and took the lead in turning around and walking in the direction of the study.

Qin Mufeng couldn't understand what he meant by that glance, so he followed with doubts.

The door to the study was closed, and the father and son sat opposite each other.

Qin Mufeng thought of what he was going to ask next, and he was faintly nervous.

"Ahem." Qin Han cleared his throat and took the lead in speaking.

"What's the matter, say?" In a word, conciseness and competence are his style.

To be exact. It is his style for Qin Mufeng's son.

Qin Mufeng knew that for the other brothers and sisters, this grandfather Hou was still very willing to say a few more words.

Thinking of this, my heart was bitter again.

He suppressed the sadness in his heart and subconsciously tried to make himself look more obedient.

"Father, you don't really hate your mother, do you?"

"I see the portrait of your mother hiding under the table."

"You're not like your grandmother told her son, are you?"

In just a few words, he sealed the words that Qin Han wanted to refute when he first heard it.

Qin Mufeng looked at his changed face, and a touch of sickly happiness burned in his heart.

It seems that the grievances he has suffered over the years have suddenly found an opportunity to take revenge and go back.

His mood was a little complicated, and the pleasure of revenge and grievances were anxiously entangled.

Just when he thought that Qin Han would compromise in embarrassment, the other party yelled at him like crazy.

"Who let you enter my study without permission and move my things?"

Qin Mufeng was stunned for a moment because of this sudden roar, and the next second he saw his father, who had always been steady, and opened the drawer under the table with a roar.

The panic in his eyes shocked Qin Mufeng so much that he couldn't speak.

Qin Han trembled with a pair of wrinkled hands, and gently took out the portrait hidden under the drawer.

The cautious appearance seems to be a treasure that will crumble into slag when touched.

Qin Mufeng's heart trembled, this was the first time he had witnessed his mother's status in his father's heart.

It's not enough to describe it as a treasure.

But why, the sourness that swelled up in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

Since my father loves my mother so much, why would he slander her worthless in front of everyone?

Why did he treat his mother and mother like this?

What did my grandmother tell me to be true? And which ones are fake?

Many questions accumulated into a heavy mountain that seemed to crush him to death.

Qin Han unfolded the portrait and breathed a sigh of relief after repeatedly confirming that the portrait was intact.

He realized that his son's tone seemed to be heavier.

As he carefully put the painting away, he thought about what expression and tone he should use to face his son for a moment.

Also, how could he suddenly ask such a question?

Qin Mufeng sighed when he saw him, and the whole person seemed to be much older.

His heart jumped, and he suddenly retreated.

"Feng'er, speaking of which, what you asked is my own private matter, and it has nothing to do with you and your mother."

"For the sake of your mother, but also for your own good, don't mention what you said in front of anyone in the future."

Qin Han's earnest words made Qin Mufeng's incomprehension grow bigger and bigger like a snowball.

"Why? How can this be your private business? I am your son, and my mother is your ......"

Qin Mufeng's words came to an abrupt end, what is there to take for granted, the deep-rooted things are about to explode from his mind.

"You're a smart boy, and you should know that I won't hurt you."

What was in Qin Mufeng's mind still exploded in his "I" word.

His eyes widened in disbelief and he looked at the man who had calmly and self-contained himself as a father for more than twenty years.

He moved his mouth, and it took him a while to find his voice.

"You're my father, aren't you?" The words trembled with a tremor that he had not even noticed.

Qin Han's eyes turned completely red almost instantly, and his muffled voice was something that Qin Mufeng couldn't be familiar with.

"In my heart, you will always be my son."

These words were tantamount to directly affirming the guess in Qin Mufeng's mind, and with a bang, he was completely dumbfounded.

He wanted to say something, but found that his throat was dry and astringent, and he couldn't speak at all.

"You have to remember everything your grandmother told you so that you can be worthy of your mother."

Why?

Who is my father?

Why did my mother leave me in the backyard of Anlehou's Mansion?

Why remember your grandmother's deceptive lies?

Qin Mufeng has countless questions to ask in his heart?

Qin Han took the first step to block all his doubts.

"Your grandmother won't harm you, and I won't hurt you, and you'll rot in your stomach when today's incident comes out of this study."

"Don't ask anything, don't look into anything, the time has come, with your intelligence, no one will say you can guess."

Qin Mufeng got up and walked out in a daze, and before leaving the study, he heard Qin Han say apologetically: "Child, it is not my intention to treat you like this for so many years, I have to do it, I hope you don't blame it." ”

Qin Mufeng didn't respond, and silently closed the door.

A heart that was indescribably sour and complicated, he raised his hand to wipe it on his cheek, and put it in his hand to be cold.

It turned out that he was crying?

He didn't know what the truth was, blamed it or not, he wouldn't make a decision easily.

Some parts of my heart are loose, and some places seem to be more blocked......