Daddy Always Gets Jealous

Seeing that Qin Moting didn’t respond, Qin Shaojin wasn’t in a hurry either and slowly waited.

After a while, Qin Moting looked at Qin Shaojin, ”Xiaosan, go on down, you’ve been up here too long.”

Qin Shaojin looked at Qin Moting, thinking about the class he had on Wednesday the 7th, when he would go to the Law University. He had already contacted several classmates who had stayed at school from his fourth uncle and aunt’s time, and he should be able to learn a bit about the two’s affairs when they were young.

Of course, the condition for him going to the Law University was that these people cooperated with his investigation.

Seeing Qin Moting leave the study, he followed.

After a few steps, Qin Moting said in a low voice, ”I remember all the other people and things.”

Qin Shaojin slowed down his pace a bit—all the other people and things he remembered, but he had forgotten about his fourth aunt?

If the memory loss was caused by a cerebral contusion, it shouldn’t be so coincidental!

He looked at Qin Moting’s retreating figure, contemplating for a while, and thought of a possibility.

It seemed he should properly look into it!

Arriving in the living room, he saw Wen Nuan had already sat down with the little guy and Che Huan, laughing and talking with Wen Ru, with the elderly lady huddling by their side, unable to speak but listening with great interest.

He sat next to Huo Jinnan, leaning sideways elegantly crossing one leg over the other, and whispered a few words.

Huo Jinnan’s brows knitted slightly as he responded with a ”hmm.”

The Qin family elders looked this way—Xiaosan and Huo Jinnan’s relationship was indeed very close.

After sitting for a while, the housekeeper finished preparing dinner, came in, and looked at Qin Moting, ”Fourth Master, shall we dine now?”

Qin Moting acknowledged with a nod, standing up to tidy things up.

A little later, he arrived in the living room, ”Everyone, let’s head to the dining room.”

Che Huan watched Qin Moting push her mother, whispering softly and felt reassured—having someone to take care of her mother also put her own mind at ease.

However—

If her mother’s former lover was President Qin, why did they separate? Why would she marry someone like Che Zhiqiang?

Thinking of this, her gaze inadvertently drifted to Huo Jinnan, thinking of his and her mother’s attitude toward the Huo and Gu families; it must be related to Huo Jinyun.

She remembered that when she wanted to marry Gu Jizhou, her mother was very angry...

”Sister Huanhuan.”

Hearing Wen Nuan’s voice, she snapped back to reality, walking with her to the dining room, and sat down next to Wen Ru.

The elderly lady moved closer, sitting beside Wen Nuan.

The old master glanced over, did it have to be so obvious? But he refrained from saying anything, silently taking his seat beside the elderly lady.

Qin Moting saw, leaving only the furthest seat for himself. After settling Wen Ru’s wheelchair, he sat down opposite her.

The elderly lady turned towards Qin Moting, about to speak when her phone rang.

Seeing it was Fang Tong, her expression cooled considerably, answering, ”Tongtong, what’s the matter calling at this hour?”

Fang Tong felt something was amiss—the Qin family matriarch had grown much colder toward her recently, not calling as often or buying her anything. It seemed strange.

She smiled sweetly, ”Grandma, I want to come over to see you shortly.”

The elderly lady said softly, ”I am not home. I’m out, maybe another day.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she hung up directly.

The elderly lady thought of her third son again; he laid hands on his nephews, nieces, and Moting—clearly, there was a problem with Fang Tong.

Xiaosan had checked her out and even found Fang Tong’s surgical history, and realizing that her face had been deliberately made to look like Shaoling, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

However, since the third son had adopted her as his goddaughter, in Hong Kong, the Qin family still held a notable status and they could only continue to let her be the third son’s goddaughter, nothing more.