"Dr. Yu, the truth behind your daughter's death has finally been found. What are your thoughts?"
"Miss Yu, you've exposed the Huang family's true colors. Will there be a new twist in the case of Lord Qin III from back then?"
"Miss Yu, you've sent the Fourth Madam to prison. Have you considered how you and Seventh Master will live in the Qin family from now on?"
"..."
As Yu He, supporting her grandmother, alighted from the car, a group of reporters immediately swarmed them. Ruan Tianxin shielded Yu He's left side, afraid the frantic reporters might aggravate her injuries.
Qin Beiting emerged from another car. His bodyguards quickly arrived, blocking the media and clearing a path.
As the group entered the courthouse, they saw Qin Yongchao with a stern expression.
Yu He remained expressionless, while Qin Beiting frowned.
"What do we do? Is the head of the Qin family coming to settle scores with you personally?" Ruan Tianxin whispered in Yu He's ear.
"Stay calm, and let's see what happens," Yu He replied.
Qin Yongchao might not be coming for her.
"Seventh Master, would it be convenient to speak in the backstage lounge?" Butler Qin stepped forward to ask.
The words were polite, but only Qin Beiting knew that Qin Yongchao had specifically come here to intercept him.
It was undoubtedly about him returning to the Qin Corporation headquarters.
Not wanting Yu He to witness him arguing with Qin Yongchao, he said to her in a low voice, "You guys go in first, I'll be right back."
Yu He nodded, and along with Ruan Tianxin and her grandmother, entered the building.
Qin Beiting followed Qin Yongchao and the others into the backstage corridor. Qin Yongchao intended to keep walking, but Butler Qin arranged a room for them, complete with tea and snacks, intending for the two brothers to have a good chat.
However, Qin Beiting stopped. "What is it, say it directly."
His plan disrupted, Qin Yongchao was displeased. He said with a straight face, "Are you in such a hurry? The court session is still twenty minutes away."
Qin Beiting: "Seeing you annoys me. Even one minute feels too long."
Qin Yongchao: "You..."
Seeing that Qin Yongchao's temper was about to flare, Butler Qin quickly whispered in his ear, "Patriarch, don't be angry. You are a kind elder brother now. Come, take a deep breath, maintain a forgiving heart, smile, and talk to him calmly."
"..."
Qin Yongchao believed him, took a deep breath, and then forced a smile.
However, for someone who had always had a stern face, a sudden smile looked particularly strange, to the point of being described as more unsightly than crying.
"If your face is cramping, go see a doctor. Who are you trying to disgust out here?" Qin Beiting said disdainfully.
"..."
The smile on Qin Yongchao's face instantly froze, then vanished. He even cast a resentful glance at Butler Qin.
He must have been bewitched to believe him!
"You see, it's working. Although Seventh Master's words are unpleasant, he still cares about you," Butler Qin quickly whispered in his ear.
Qin Yongchao: "..."
What kind of care was this?
He was a fool for trusting Butler Qin so much to act like this.
Qin Yongchao rubbed his face with his hands, his stern and serious expression returning. He questioned, "Did you block my number?"
Ever since Qin Beiting hung up on him last time, he had tried several new numbers without success. He had even been blocked on WeChat. He had no other choice but to come here to intercept him today.
"Is that surprising?" Qin Beiting countered instead of answering.
"You!" Qin Yongchao was choked with anger. Only Qin Beiting could so easily provoke his temper. "Unblock all my numbers."
Qin Beiting sneered, "You say unblock, and I unblock? Why should I listen to you?"
Qin Yongchao's blood pressure was about to soar from his anger. He had truly grown up and become unruly; he could no longer control him.
He took several deep breaths, fearing that if he argued further about this, he wouldn't be able to discuss the reason he came today.
"I won't stop you and Yu He, but you must return to headquarters to work," he got straight to the point.
Qin Beiting laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke. "Do you think you can stop me?" he said sarcastically.
Seeing Qin Yongchao's face darken like Bao Gong's, a precursor to a major outburst, Butler Qin couldn't help but advise, "Seventh Master, after all, the Patriarch is your elder brother. Mind your attitude, don't always anger him..."
Mentioning this relationship ignited Qin Beiting's anger. "Elder brother? The elder brother who forced my mother to death and wanted to kill me too? Then he's truly a good elder brother!"
He glanced at Qin Yongchao. "Qin Yongchao, doesn't your face hurt? How did you protest my return to the Qin family back then? And how did you throw me into the military like trash? Now you're begging me to go back. How can you be so shamelessly thick-skinned?!"
Qin Yongchao's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything, as he had indeed done all those things.
Sending Qin Beiting to the military back then had also been with ulterior motives.
Seeing Qin Yongchao not explaining, Butler Qin quickly interjected, "Seventh Master, you've misunderstood. The Patriarch sent you to the military for your own good back then."
"Shut up! When is it your turn to speak?" Qin Beiting said coldly.
Butler Qin retreated sheepishly and then desperately signaled Qin Yongchao: Patriarch, explain quickly!
You two brothers already have enough misunderstandings. Life is short, there's no need to keep silent for the sake of so-called face!
However, even when Qin Beiting turned to leave, Qin Yongchao offered no explanation, much to Butler Qin's anxious dismay.
The Patriarch was like this. Towards the people he cared about most, his tongue became more clumsy, and he was less able to express his concern. Furthermore, he was too proud and unwilling to lower his guard.
Seeing that Qin Beiting was about to walk out of the corridor if he didn't speak up, Qin Yongchao slowly asked, "What will it take for you to return to the Qin family?"
Qin Beiting stopped. "Unless you die!"
His voice was icy, filled with his hatred for him.
Qin Yongchao watched his cold back disappear at the end of the corridor, his gaze heavy.
"He still wants me dead!" he murmured.
Butler Qin was startled and quickly comforted him, "Patriarch, you're overthinking it. Seventh Master is just saying that in anger."
"No..." Qin Yongchao shook his head gently.
Qin Beiting truly wished him dead. After all, if it hadn't been for him back then, Qin Beiting's mother would not have died.
He owed him a life, owed him for a lifetime.
——
In the court lobby.
The judge was ready, and the venue was filled with people from all walks of life. The Qin family was represented by Madam Song, who brought only a few people with no significant connections.
Grandmother Yu scanned the crowd, not seeing Ye Zisu, and felt a slight chill.
"Ye Zisu is truly heartless. She didn't even come for her own mother's retrial. Little He Miao, you shouldn't have let her off the hook back then," Ruan Tianxin said.
"It's more interesting to have her suffer without being dead," Yu He replied.
Ruan Tianxin agreed, thinking that the Qin family, with its internal power struggles, was a place where suffering was a form of torment.
At this moment, the police brought Madam Huang forward. In just a few days, all her hair had turned white, and her usually well-maintained face was haggard, making her look like a woman in her seventies or eighties.