Upon hearing this, Qi Kun was shocked.
"That brat actually did such a thing? When did he poison my grand-disciple? How could I not know?"
He was obsessed with dicine, dedicating his entire life to pharmacological research.
As for Chu Yelin and the two little ones, he rely thought they were suitable for studying dicine and could inherit his knowledge.
He didn’t pay much attention to Chu Yelin’s private affairs.
Little did he know that the child was stolen by Chu Yelin.
"A few months after Ziyang was born, Chu Yelin poisoned him."
Lin Qian had already cald down, but her eyes were still a bit red.
Thinking that her son had been fed poison since childhood made her heart ache terribly.
"What? You say my grand-disciple was poisoned by Lin just months after his birth?"
Qi Kun furrowed his brows and sneered, "Are you kidding ? The little guy has been with learning dicine in the valley since he could speak. If he were poisoned, how could I not know?"
That little gem with such talent was always by his side. How could he not notice if the little guy was poisoned?
Absurd!
"Old man, are you saying that Ziyang wasn’t poisoned?"
Lin Qian was stunned, staring blankly at Qi Kun, disbelief written all over her face.
Yin Moran, standing aside, had already narrowed his dark eyes at these words.
The old man was Chu Yelin’s master, and he seed like a hidden expert.
If Ziyang were poisoned, he certainly wouldn’t miss it.
So, was Chu Yelin lying?
They were all deceived by Chu Yelin!
Chu Yelin, that bastard!
"Ha, young lady, what do you an by this? Are you questioning my dical skills?"
Qi Kun hated having his skills questioned more than anything and imdiately glared at Lin Qian.
"I..."
"Enough, can we eat in peace? Let’s deal with those troubleso matters after dinner!"
Nie Fang, having listened just enough, annoyedly glared at the group before continuing to eat.
"Yes, yes, Fang, don’t be mad. Try my braised pigeon, specially made for you."
Qi Kun diligently served Nie Fang so dishes.
Nie Fang slapped away his hand, disdainfully saying, "Disgusting, don’t I have my own hands?"
"Yes, yes, I’m just afraid you couldn’t reach it."
Qi Kun wasn’t upset, fawningly pushing the dish towards Nie Fang.
Seeing their exchange, Lin Qian opened her mouth as if to say sothing, but Yin Moran wrapped an arm around her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze.
Lin Qian looked at him, her eyes bright and eager.
She, of course, hoped what the old man said was true.
Because that would an her son wasn’t poisoned at all.
That would be good news!
However, her heart was still in turmoil.
She wanted Qi Kun to step in and bring the child out of the lab.
Only by bringing her son out of the lab and verifying he wasn’t poisoned could she be at ease!
Yin Moran understood Lin Qian’s thoughts.
At this mont, his feelings weren’t much calr than hers.
But he also knew that haste wouldn’t help.
He would eventually find a way to get the old man to step in and safely bring their son out of the lab.
Yin Moran served Lin Qian so food, giving her a reassuring look.
Lin Qian suppressed her impatience and quietly ate her al.
During dinner, Lin Qian lost her appetite, but Nie Fang seed very satisfied.
She wiped her mouth and looked at Lin Qian, who was eating forlornly, happily saying, "You, young lady, have good cooking skills. Why not stay in the valley and keep this old lady company?"
Hearing this, Lin Qian’s wandering mind ca back. She looked at Nie Fang sowhat bewilderedly and was montarily speechless.
In Nie Fang’s view, this silence seed like a refusal.
Imdiately, she put on a sour face.
"Hmph, it’s my honor, Nie Fang, to have you stay. What a sha, you may look like soone from ten years ago, but unfortunately, you’re not nearly as pleasing as that woman."
Lin Qian: "..."
What did she do wrong?
She was just lost in thought.
But, that woman from ten years ago?
Who did her ordinary face resemble now?
Lin Qian’s eyes flickered, about to ask, but Yin Moran had already helped her out.
"Senior, you say my wife looks like a woman from ten years ago? Is that woman nad Chen Xiaoman?"
Could the woman from ten years ago be Lin Qian’s biological mother, Chen Xiaoman?
"What Chen Xiaoman or Wang Xiaoman. She said she had no na and was amnesiac."
Nie Fang looked impatiently at Yin Moran, then stood up and glanced at Lin Qian, "Clean up after dinner, or I’ll keep you here forever."
The old lady’s fierce manner looked intimidating, but Lin Qian didn’t feel an ounce of danger.
A sharp tongue with a soft heart, that’s exactly her.
Unfortunately, the woman she resembled wasn’t her mother, Chen Xiaoman.
"Fang, don’t get angry! If the younger ones don’t want to keep you company, let it be, you won’t have much in common with them anyway. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you company forever."
Qi Kun got up obsequiously and followed Nie Fang.
"Qi Kun, stop pretending, or I’ll shut you up. Don’t follow , stay away."
"Fang, where are you going? Going to sun the herbs right after eating? Don’t tire yourself, let help!"
"Scram!"
Nie Fang showed no courtesy toward Qi Kun, who wanted to follow but feared actually angering Nie Fang, so he just watched her walk away helplessly.
Yin Moran witnessed the entire interaction between the two, a slight smile on his lips.
He turned to look at the sowhat distracted Lin Qian, holding her hand and silently mouthed, "Don’t worry, I’m here."
Lin Qian understood what he said and imdiately felt motivated.
"I’ll clear the table first."
She couldn’t rush; this ti, they would definitely find a way to rescue their son!
After Lin Qian took the dishes to the kitchen, Yin Moran stood up and walked toward Qi Kun.
"Old man, may I have a word with you?"
Qi Kun snapped back to reality, the servile expression he wore for Nie Fang gone, replaced by his usual stern deanor.
"What’s the matter?"
"Well, I do have a favor to ask, sir," Yin Moran began. "However, before that, I’m more curious about the story between you and Senior Nie. It’s evident she’s a sharp-tongued, soft-hearted woman. She claims to have lived here in seclusion for decades; I guess you’ve accompanied her all along. I’m quite impressed with your dedication, sir."
Hearing Yin Moran’s subtle complint, Qi Kun glanced over toward Nie Fang, his old face showing a hint of emotion.
"Yes, she is my master’s daughter. She was very pretty in her youth, full of life. Unfortunately, she t the wrong person."
Qi Kun’s expression turned a bit wistful, while Yin Moran quietly stood by without saying much.
Because he knew, without prompting, Qi Kun would reminisce and seek soone to confide in.
And all he needed to do was patiently listen, closing the distance between them.
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