My Nightclub Landlady Chapter 172

Qin Feng sighed . "But anyway, he is my father after all . No matter what, I won't really blame him . There are a lot of things in the world that can't be avoided . Just please continue to look after him . . . ”Qin Feng didn't finish speaking all of his thoughts .

Xing Meng parked the car on the side of the road, then lit a cigarette and looked at Qin Feng .

"You should know that I've done everything in my power to help him all these years . In my eyes, he is like my father . Of course, I wouldn't dare to call him my father, but I'll pay him the same respect . He saved my life . Without him, I would have starved to death . "

Hearing Xing speak, Qin Feng felt relieved . How could he question Xing's loyalty? During an a.s.sa.s.sination attempt two years earlier, if Xing had not stepped in front of his father at the airport, the old man surely would have died . The bullet had been blocked by an ancient coin that Xing had in his chest pocket, so neither man was harmed .

"Good brother . "

Qin Feng embraced Xing, patting his back, "It's been hard for you . "

"What are you talking about? As long as the old man says the word, I'll give my life at any time . I am willing to do anything for him . "

After Xing spoke, he extinguished his cigarette and changed the subject . “Your father heard that you wanted to come back and didn't say anything, but took out the pistol in the safe and wiped it for a long time . Every time he misses you, he wipes that gun . ”

"Wiping the gun means he misses me? You think that's it? He just misses his past . " Qin Feng laughed .

"How can I guess wrong? I know him too well . All his thoughts are on you . Your every move affects his mind," Xing said . "When you see him, don't make him angry . Say something he is willing to listen to . "

"Then I have to use formal speech and endlessly praise our country . I don't like it . "

Xing reluctantly shook his head, "Your old father is good in many aspects except he has such deep feelings for the motherland . He always feels that men should give everything for the development of China . "

"Alzheimer's," Qin Feng sneered as they entered the Qin family compound .

This was one of the best places in the second Ring Road . The courtyard was composed of three yards connected together . It was wide and open with excellent lighting . There were as many as 40 rooms scattered throughout the property . Hallways connected the rooms around the courtyard, and thoughtfully selected flowers were planted throughout the yard . There were gardens, pavilions, rock formations, fish ponds and even small shooting ranges and training fields .

The courtyard had been preserved from olden times . It had survived since the Qing Dynasty and was almost destroyed during the War of Resistance against j.a.pan . Even so, many valuable flower carvings and sculptures in the courtyard had been smashed . At that time, the heads of the family took charge of a certain department in Central Province and held a high position until they were framed for adultery and killed . From then on, the Qin family had lived with lower status but were able to keep the courtyard . When Qin Wannian grew up, he brought the former brilliance back to the Qin family .

Coming into this familiar courtyard, Qin Feng felt the air become different . He strode into the courtyard and shouted, "Mom Zhang, where are the steamed buns?"

Qin Feng had been brought up by Mom Zhang . She had worked for the Qin family for nearly 20 years . She was very nice and considerate, and deeply appreciated by Qin Wannian .

"Oh, young master is back! I just heard the master say . . . " Mom Zhang excitedly wiped her flour-covered hands on her ap.r.o.n . She was trying to push two of Qin Feng's favorite leek meat buns into his hands when from the house came the old master's cough . The tone of the cough suggested that he was deliberately signaling .

Mom Zhang curled her lips and lifted her eyebrows to Qin Feng . "Come on . The master is calling . "

"Mom Zhang, leave the buns in the kitchen for me . I'll eat them in a while . "

These were Mom Zhang's best work . Qin Feng had eaten them since childhood, but he had not eaten enough .

“Are you sure just these two will be enough?” Mom Zhang laughed .

Qin Feng stuck his tongue out and went into the house .

Qin Wannian sat on a chair in the middle of the room holding a newspaper in his hand and looking at it through thick gla.s.ses . When Qin Feng arrived, he didn't show any emotion or acknowledgment, as though he was too lazy to lift his eyelids .

“You're back?”

The old man waited a few seconds for an answer . When Qin Feng didn't speak, he finally looked up and asked, “What's the matter?”

"Can't I come home if I have nothing to do?" Qin Feng asked casually as he looked around before sitting on a yellow sofa and planting his feet on the coffee table . "Your newspaper is from last month . Needed to read it again?"

Qin Feng knew that Qin Wannian was deliberately trying to appear composed . He'd done similar things in the past, but Qin Feng had never indicated that he was aware of it .

It was time for them to open their hearts and talk to each other . They were both as stubborn as mules, but after years of this type of relations.h.i.+p, Qin Feng really didn't want it to continue . This was his home, a harbor where he wanted to feel warmth . Home was a place where a person should be able to rest after suffering in the world .

Qin Wannian, a little embarra.s.sed, put the newspaper aside, stood up and stared at Qin Feng, saying loudly, "Take your feet off the table . What are you doing?”

Qin Feng said frustratedly, "Come on, I'm tired . Let me rest!"

Even if his mouth did not agree, he still took his feet off the table .

Qin Feng ate nuts and drank a gla.s.s of water as he asked, "How are you doing recently? Smoke less . Watch out for your lungs! Don't make people worry!"

"Xing told you?"

Qin Wannian humphed and said, "You don't need to manage my business . Manage your own life . "

"Can you talk to me in a different way? Like a normal father? I am not your service soldier nor your slave . Can you be gentle?" Qin Feng said bitterly .

Chapter 172 Back to the Qin Family Compound. “Xing, you have taken care of him for all these years . You know, he never treated you as a servant . Even when I was a child, I envied you . He laughed with you and said normal things to you . But he always had an iron face for me . I never saw warmth on his face . Qin Feng sighed . But anyway, he is my father after all . No matter what, I won't really blame him . There are a lot of things in the world that can't be avoided . Just please continue to look after him . ”Qin Feng didn't finish speaking all of his thoughts . Xing Meng parked the car on the side of the road, then lit a cigarette and looked at Qin Feng . You should know that I've done everything in my power to help him all these years . In my eyes, he is like my father . Of course, I wouldn't dare to call him my father, but I'll pay him the same respect . He saved my life . Without him, I would have starved to death . Hearing Xing speak, Qin Feng felt relieved . How could he question Xings loyalty? During an a.s.sa.s.sination attempt two years earlier, if Xing had not stepped in front of his father at the airport, the old man surely would have died . The bullet had been blocked by an ancient coin that Xing had in his chest pocket, so neither man was harmed . Good brother . Qin Feng embraced Xing, patting his back, It's been hard for you . What are you talking about? As long as the old man says the word, I'll give my life at any time . I am willing to do anything for him . After Xing spoke, he extinguished his cigarette and changed the subject . “Your father heard that you wanted to come back and didn't say anything, but took out the pistol in the safe and wiped it for a long time . Every time he misses you, he wipes that gun . ” Wiping the gun means he misses me? You think that's it? He just misses his past . Qin Feng laughed . How can I guess wrong? I know him too well . All his thoughts are on you . Your every move affects his mind, Xing said . When you see him, dont make him angry . Say something he is willing to listen to . Then I have to use formal speech and endlessly praise our country . I dont like it . Xing reluctantly shook his head, Your old father is good in many aspects except he has such deep feelings for the motherland . He always feels that men should give everything for the development of China . Alzheimers, Qin Feng sneered as they entered the Qin family compound . This was one of the best places in the second Ring Road . The courtyard was composed of three yards connected together . It was wide and open with excellent lighting . There were as many as 40 rooms scattered throughout the property . Hallways connected the rooms around the courtyard, and thoughtfully selected flowers were planted throughout the yard . There were gardens, pavilions, rock formations, fish ponds and even small shooting ranges and training fields . The courtyard had been preserved from olden times . It had survived since the Qing Dynasty and was almost destroyed during the War of Resistance against j.a.pan . Even so, many valuable flower carvings and sculptures in the courtyard had been smashed . At that time, the heads of the family took charge of a certain department in Central Province and held a high position until they were framed for adultery and killed . From then on, the Qin family had lived with lower status but were able to keep the courtyard . When Qin Wannian grew up, he brought the former brilliance back to the Qin family . Coming into this familiar courtyard, Qin Feng felt the air become different . He strode into the courtyard and shouted, Mom Zhang, where are the steamed buns? Qin Feng had been brought up by Mom Zhang . She had worked for the Qin family for nearly 20 years . She was very nice and considerate, and deeply appreciated by Qin Wannian . Oh, young master is back! I just heard the master say . Mom Zhang excitedly wiped her flour-covered hands on her ap.r.o.n . She was trying to push two of Qin Feng's favorite leek meat buns into his hands when from the house came the old masters cough . The tone of the cough suggested that he was deliberately signaling . Mom Zhang curled her lips and lifted her eyebrows to Qin Feng . Come on . The master is calling . Mom Zhang, leave the buns in the kitchen for me . I'll eat them in a while . These were Mom Zhangs best work . Qin Feng had eaten them since childhood, but he had not eaten enough . “Are you sure just these two will be enough?” Mom Zhang laughed . Qin Feng stuck his tongue out and went into the house . Qin Wannian sat on a chair in the middle of the room holding a newspaper in his hand and looking at it through thick gla.s.ses . When Qin Feng arrived, he didn't show any emotion or acknowledgment, as though he was too lazy to lift his eyelids . “You're back?” The old man waited a few seconds for an answer . When Qin Feng didn't speak, he finally looked up and asked, “What's the matter?” Cant I come home if I have nothing to do? Qin Feng asked casually as he looked around before sitting on a yellow sofa and planting his feet on the coffee table . Your newspaper is from last month . Needed to read it again? Qin Feng knew that Qin Wannian was deliberately trying to appear composed . He'd done similar things in the past, but Qin Feng had never indicated that he was aware of it . It was time for them to open their hearts and talk to each other . They were both as stubborn as mules, but after years of this type of relations.h.i.+p, Qin Feng really didn't want it to continue . This was his home, a harbor where he wanted to feel warmth . Home was a place where a person should be able to rest after suffering in the world . Qin Wannian, a little embarra.s.sed, put the newspaper aside, stood up and stared at Qin Feng, saying loudly, Take your feet off the table . What are you doing?” Qin Feng said frustratedly, Come on, Im tired . Let me rest! Even if his mouth did not agree, he still took his feet off the table . Qin Feng ate nuts and drank a gla.s.s of water as he asked, How are you doing recently? Smoke less . Watch out for your lungs! Don't make people worry! Xing told you? Qin Wannian humphed and said, You don't need to manage my business . Manage your own life . Can you talk to me in a different way? Like a normal father? I am not your service soldier nor your slave . Can you be gentle? Qin Feng said bitterly .