Chapter 1299: 627 Emperor Yin: Patricide? Not the First Ti [2 more updates] Chapter 1299: 627 Emperor Yin: Patricide? Not the First Ti [2 more updates] Yu Qishan’s ears buzzed, and he suddenly looked up.
“At that ti, you were already eighteen, and I was away on a business trip when I t soone,” Old Master Yu said indifferently, “He handed a baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, saying that the child was endowed with great luck and would protect those around him. If I took good care of him, the Yu family could beco the top wealthy family within five years.”
This indeed proved to be true; after he brought the child ho, the Yu Group suddenly signed several significant contracts and beca unmatched.
Latter, Old Master Yu discovered that the child’s legs gradually went from stiff to immobile, and finally, he was completely crippled.
The Yu family’s business continued to thrive, and Old Master Yu stopped paying much attention.
At sixteen, Yu Xiheng suddenly changed profoundly; his temperant beca colder, and he moved out of the Yu family ho. Apart from Yu Qishan and Yu Tang, he did not initiate contact with any other mber of the Yu family.
Since the Yu family remained the top wealthy family, Old Master Yu gradually stopped caring.
Old Master Yu regretted not realizing that Yu Xiheng was biding his ti rather than truly finished.
If he had continued to follow that man’s advice and treated Yu Xiheng well, maybe the Yu family would have broken into the top ten companies in the world by now.
Unfortunately, there are no ‘ifs.’
To endure such mockery from the entire social circle and still remain indifferent shows such a temperant that made Old Master Yu only feel alard and fearful.
This matter was sothing Old Master Yu had never ntioned to anyone.
Today, by spilling it all, he finally relieved himself of a heavy burden.
Yu Qishan was so shocked that he lost his voice; for a mont, he even forgot that he was trapped in this small villa: “What… what are you saying?”
Yu Xiheng is not the biological child of Old Master Yu and Mrs. Yu?!
But it clearly was Mrs. Yu’s delivery of Yu Xiheng that led to her lingering illness, which also fueled her disdain for Yu Xiheng.
“Your mother… alas, I wronged her. That man also said that although your brother could protect the Yu family, the family might not withstand it, and soone had to bear that backlash,” Old Master Yu paused, “I chose your mother…”
He didn’t finish his words, but Yu Qishan had understood it all.
Mrs. Yu’s illness, the true manipulator behind it, was Old Master Yu.
Yu Qishan clenched his fist, utterly astounded: “Dad! Do you… do you still have a conscience?!”
“What good is a conscience? Worthless,” Old Master Yu replied composedly, “Qishan, you’re still too naive, and you like to take risks outside. Sooner or later, you’ll be killed.”
“At least now you can save your father and mother, you should thank .”
Yu Qishan laughed incredulously: “Thank you? For wanting to kill ?”
Old Master Yu shook his head and said nothing more.
He turned and respectfully said, “Mr. Takeshita, let’s begin.”
“Fine, but I’m still missing two ingredients,” Takeshita Takashi wrote two nas on a piece of paper, “Please fetch them, Mr. Yu.”
Old Master Yu nodded, morized the nas, and left.
With Takeshita Takashi, the powerful Master of Yin-Yang there, Yu Qishan had no chance of escape.
**
anwhile, at Xia University.
At seven o’clock sharp, Si Fuqing ca out on ti.
Yu Xiheng saw her forehead covered in sweat and took out a tissue to wipe it for her: “What happened?”
“Professor Li dragged to play badminton then table tennis,” Si Fuqing blinked, “He said there’s an event coming up with the state sports team, and he wanted to join their inner match to test my skills.”
“Oh?” Yu Xiheng pulled her into the car, “Broke a few more rackets?”
“How could I possibly break rackets?” Si Fuqing glanced at him, “I’m very gentle.”
Yu Xiheng chuckled softly, “Yes, the lady is very gentle.”
“Professor Li said there’s prize money in the team matches,” Si Fuqing clenched her fist, her fox-like eyes gleaming, “I’m going to work hard to earn money.”
“Mhm,” he replied leisurely, “support .”
The small white dog imdiately perked up its ears.
What’s going on?
Wasn’t it supposed to live with its owner?
Why is it competing for its place?
Si Fuqing turned her head: “You’re too expensive; I can’t afford to keep you.”
He propped his head up, smiling as he watched her, “Free of charge for the lady.”
Si Fuqing tugged at the small white dog’s ear: “Then I’ll consider it.”
Shen Ying chose to focus solely on driving with a closed heart and locked love.
As they were passing the second intersection, suddenly a figure crossed from the side, blocking the car’s path.
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