bdsm-fiction Chapter 1042 - 1039: Is It Because of His Looks?
Chapter 1042 - 1039: Is It Because of His Looks?
After Feng Zhihuai left, Qin Zhan lay on the lawn, letting the rain fall on his body. He slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth and took a sharp breath. This Feng Zhihuai was quite heavy-handed. Thinking of this, Qin Zhan curled his lips into a smile.Taking a deep breath, he turned over and got up, raised his hand to smooth his short hair dampened by the rain, and walked towards the house. Just as he entered, he heard his phone ringing incessantly.
Frowning slightly, he picked up the phone. Looking at the caller ID, Qin Zhan paused before answering it, "What’s up?"
"A Zhan," Old Sir Qin held the phone cautiously and asked, "Are you doing well today?"
"Very well." Qin Zhan replied indifferently.
"Everything’s fine?"
Qin Zhan walked up the stairs, opened his room door, put the phone on speaker, and said calmly, "I’d be even better if you would bring fewer people to my place."
Old Sir Qin: ...
The old man knew Qin Zhan was referring to him giving Qin Zhongyang Qin Zhan’s address and bringing Chen Buqun to see him, but... Sighing lightly, Old Sir Qin said, "A Zhan, I know you don’t want to see them, but... if it wasn’t absolutely necessary, I wouldn’t have brought them to you."
"What you consider absolutely necessary is nonsense to me," Qin Zhan said coldly.
No matter what Old Sir Qin’s reaction was on the other end, Qin Zhan took off his shirt and threw it into the laundry basket, then said icily, "Old man, you know why I came back and why I joined Junmen."
"But since those people over there see me as a threat, I, Qin Zhan, don’t have the patience to stay there," Qin Zhan paused in his actions and said slowly, "My brothers have all been sacrificed over there. It’s already decent of me not to ask them to pay with their lives for my brothers."
"If it weren’t for you elders, I’d make sure to turn their world upside down! I have the ability to do that."
Hearing Qin Zhan’s words, Old Sir Qin fell silent. He turned to look at the calendar, recalling the day three years ago when his grandson was carried into the hospital bloody on a stretcher, no one allowed near, no one to accompany him. When his grandson truly returned to him, he had transformed from a living person into a cold weapon-like individual.
Old Sir Qin tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "Have a good rest. Grandpa has nothing else."
"I’ve almost dealt with everything about the Qin Family," Qin Zhan suddenly spoke, "There’s one last thing, and I think it’s best if you handle it personally."
"What?!" Old Sir Qin was caught off guard, "And what about you?"
The initially cold phoenix eyes softened for a moment, "Going to find a wife."
Old Sir Qin: ...
Suddenly thrown a bucket of dog food!
"Qin Zhan!" Old Sir Qin roared, "You’re the future family head!"
"Mm," Qin Zhan responded blandly, "The future family head."
Old Sir Qin: "... You should get familiar with the Qin Family’s affairs in advance..."
"Ha," Qin Zhan sneered, "In recent years, the Qin family affairs, company matters, they’ve all been handled by me. Don’t you feel embarrassed saying this as the official family head?"
Old Sir Qin: ...
Realizing he couldn’t out-argue Qin Zhan, Old Sir Qin was furious, "You’re just bullying me because your grandma passed away!"
"Don’t misunderstand," Qin Zhan walked closer to the bathroom with the phone, turned on the shower, "I’m merely telling you I’m going to find a wife, not bullying you because you don’t have a wife now."
Old Sir Qin only felt a sudden blockage in his chest. This rascal, he’s not afraid of making him so mad that he might not catch his breath!
"By the way," Qin Zhan paused, casually said, "Be careful not to lose your breath. Otherwise, not only would I be greatly responsible, but it would also be quite a joke for the esteemed Qin Family Head to die from holding his breath."
Old Sir Qin: ...
This grandson of mine must be fake! Was he born just to rile me up!
"Don’t worry! I just won’t die of anger!" Old Sir Qin fumed, promptly hanging up the phone, panting and leaning on his cane. After a long while, he helplessly laughed. This brat, even his way of showing care is awkward. Sigh, I wonder what that future daughter-in-law of mine sees in him?
Could it be his face? Old Sir Qin thought for a while, finally nodding. Probably just the face. After all, besides that face, there’s nothing else to like about this brat.