Chapter 7
He Bocheng was stunned for a moment, then looked at He Qingchen in disbelief! After He Qingchen finished speaking, he strode out of the room, completely ignoring He Bocheng's disappointed expression!
However, before he even left the room, He Bocheng's loud scolding came from behind, "He Qingchen! He is your grandfather. Hasn't your grandfather come to accompany you for a period of time every year since sending you to the Taoist temple? He hasn't missed a year in over ten years!"
Speaking to this point, He Bocheng suddenly remembered something and angrily said, "At first, who knows who spread the word that you had amazing fortune--that with you in the He family, the He family would flourish, and without you, the He family would be destroyed--so many people eyed you and sent you away. It wasn't our original intention, but we also did it to protect you!"
He Qingchen interrupted without turning his head. His voice was cold, "Enough! Uncle San! I don't like hearing these things. Don't bring it up again in the future. I'm only saying this once!"
He Bocheng's trembling finger pointed at He Qingchen as he angrily said, "You, you, you..." After saying "you" for a long time, He Bocheng still did not say anything. After all, it was his nephew!
He Qingchen walked out of the room. Shen Xiaoheng took another look at He Qingrou, who was leaning against Gu Jiaying, then followed him out.
The Rolls Royce drove out of the old house. Shen Xiaoheng, who was in the passenger seat, pushed his glasses and said, "The old man has at most another month left."
Yes, just now at the old house, he did not tell the truth. In fact, the old man only had a month left rather than half a month as he said. By saying that, he wanted to see if He Bohuai would reveal anything.
"Mm," He Qingchen responded lightly.
Shen Xiaoheng glanced at him. In four years, he had never seen through him even once. Normally, someone raised in a Taoist temple since childhood should have a warmer personality, but he was the opposite--willful and moody!
Suddenly remembering something, Shen Xiaoheng asked him, "Why didn't you dispose of the wiretaps in the old man's room?"
He Qingchen had one hand on the steering wheel. He turned his head to look at Shen Xiaoheng and said, "My second uncle and aunt are listening right now. If I disposed of them, how could they listen for some 'news' they wanted?"
Shen Xiaoheng nodded. "That makes sense! But your third uncle was really angry just now." Most importantly, Qingrou's eyes were cried swollen!
He Qingchen smiled. "Of course he would be angry. Who told him to be too soft-hearted? Otherwise, I wouldn't have had to come down the mountain four years ago!"
Shen Xiaoheng suddenly remembered something. "By the way, when I examined the old man earlier, those two fu talismans had turned gray. Doesn't that mean the old man's illness this time is a bit suspicious?"
Not long after the old man first fell ill, He Qingchen had him put two fu talismans under the old man's mattress. At that time, Shen Xiaoheng was stunned for quite a while. Later, he thought that He Qingchen had grown up in a Taoist temple since childhood, so even if he wasn't a Taoist priest, he would have been immersed in it to some extent.
But he thought wrong. Later, He Qingchen told him that he had no talent for learning metaphysics at all. The two fu talismans were given to him by Xuan Yi Daoist when he came down the mountain. Xuan Yi Daoist also told him that if an elder in the family fell seriously ill and had these two fu talismans placed beside them, if the talismans turned gray, then the illness was unusual.
It seemed He Qingchen expected this already. "Mm, I know."
"Do you want me to call Xuan Yi Daoist down the mountain? He will definitely help you," Shen Xiaoheng asked.
He Qingchen just shook his head without answering.
Seeing this, Shen Xiaoheng stopped asking too. After all, it was his family's business. He wasn't anxious, so why should Shen Xiaoheng be anxious? He had wanted to tell him about meeting a very skilled young Chinese medicine practitioner on the plane, but now it seemed unnecessary to bring up since the old man's illness had a metaphysical cause. That young girl probably wouldn't be able to do anything.
The car became quiet. He Qingchen caressed the Five Emperors coin again.
It wasn't that he didn't want to find Xuan Yi Daoist, but rather he didn't have a way to contact him. However, when he left the mountain, Xuan Yi Daoist had told him that his grandfather was destined for a long life and someone would naturally come to help him through this tribulation, so there was no need for him to look for Xuan Yi Daoist.
He just didn't know when the person Xuan Yi Daoist mentioned would come and exactly who it would be.
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In the morning, before leaving the police station, Jian Xi remembered her master once told her that if she had problems after coming down the mountain, ask the police for help!
So cleverly, she asked the policemen to help check how many people named He Qingchen, aged 22, were in City B.
"Your brother is called He Qingchen?" A young policeman on duty looked up at Jian Xi. Could it be that He Qingchen he knew?
Jian Xi nodded. "Yes, his name is He Qingchen. He's 22 this year."
The young policeman looked at her clothing. He instinctively denied his speculation. The He family was a prominent family among prominent families. Besides, He Qingchen only had an older sister, so where did this little sister come from?
"Do you have any other information?" asked the young policeman.
Jian Xi pursed her lips and shook her head. She didn't know anything else!
Actually, Jian Xi felt quite depressed. After over ten years with her brother, she didn't even know where her brother's family was located, let alone who was in his family. She only knew he had a grandfather who came to stay at the temple for half a month every year.
Thinking of this, Jian Xi scolded herself in her heart. What kind of little sister was she, only knowing how to make trouble and cause mischief, completely neglecting her brother. She made a decision to pay more attention to her brother after finding him again. She would definitely not overlook anything about her brother ever again!
However, seeing that she was carrying a bundle and not dressed very nicely, the young policeman still helped check. "Little sister, there are a total of three 22-year-old He Qingchens in City B. Two of them are still in college. The last one..."
Of course those two in college wouldn't be her brother, because her brother had private tutors at the temple since childhood. He had already completed his university courses before leaving. She had even asked him if he needed to attend university afterwards. Her brother said it wasn't necessary since he already had all his graduation certificates.
But she had been curious at the time--how did he obtain so many certificates without leaving the temple? Later she learned that her brother had taken correspondence courses. (Let's just assume it's possible, don't take it too literally.)
After waiting half a day without hearing the rest from the young policeman, Jian Xi tilted her head slightly and asked, "What about the last one?"
The young policeman looked at her again. A few seconds later, he finally spoke, "The last one probably isn't your brother either. He's the CEO of the He Group in City B. He only has one older sister, no younger sister."
Jian Xi said, "May I see photos of them?"
The young policeman nodded and turned the computer screen to face her, because he felt the He Qingchen was definitely not her brother, so he didn't put his photo first.
"This isn't my brother," Jian Xi shook her head. "This one isn't either."
On the last photo, Jian Xi saw a familiar face. She was so excited that she jumped up from her chair, pointed at He Qingchen's photo on the computer and exclaimed, "This one! This is my brother, he is my brother!"