萌白酱金丝旗袍在线

Chapter 441: 205 Relics (First Update)

“My master is Xi Yu…he won the championship of the martial arts tournament.”

He excitedly climbed onto the stage, wanting to share the joy with his master, and more and more people crowded onto the small stage, making it packed with no room to move.

“Where is my master?” Zhu Shaodan looked confused.

More people came, Zhu Shaodan was caught in the middle with a look of confusion on his face.

Everyone was immersed in the excitement and didn’t notice that the person they were shouting for had already disappeared from the stage.

Zhao Qin chased after him, shouting, “Xi Yu, you stop right there!”

The young man paused for a moment, quickly disappearing into the cold night wind of the basement.

Zhao Qin stomped her foot, “Even if you hide at the ends of the earth, I’ll still find you.”

Echoes came again and again in the basement, Zhao Qin shivered suddenly, feeling cold.

Fortunately, she was prepared, making a phone call out, “If you guys lose him, don’t bother coming back.”

Just as Zhao Qin was about to turn around, she saw Ye Shuang supporting Ran Qing walking out. Zhao Qin immediately rushed over, “Mom, what’s wrong with you?”

Ran Qing’s face and hair were wet, her complexion pale, and she was mumbling something in her mouth. Zhao Qin listened closely, it seemed like she was saying something like “she’s back”… something incoherent like that.

Zhao Qin looked at Ye Shuang and asked coldly, “What happened to my mom?”

Ye Shuang shook her head, “Master Xiao asked me to take Auntie Qing back, I don’t know anything else.”

Zhao Qin thought for a moment, “You take my mom to the car first, I’ll go find my cousin.”

Just as Zhao Qin was about to leave, Ran Qing suddenly grabbed her wrist and whispered, “Let’s go home.”

Zhao Qin hesitated for a moment, nodded her head, and left with Ye Shuang, supporting Ran Qing on each side.

After Ye Shuang left, Zhao Qin asked, “Mom, what happened? Did you have a fight with my cousin?”

A hint of gloom flashed through Ran Qing’s eyes, “She’s back.”

Zhao Qin was utterly confused, “What do you mean ‘she’s back’?”

Ran Qing looked at her daughter’s beautiful face and raised her hand to touch her silky hair, “It’s alright, Mom will protect you. Go back to your room and rest.”

Zhao Qin could sense there was some unpleasantness between her mom and her cousin after she left.

Zhao Qin returned to her room deep in thought.

She saw the maid carrying a box from the storage room and hesitated, “Isn’t this my dad’s legacy?”

In Zhao Qin’s memory, her parents often quarreled, sometimes even getting physical. Their unhappy marriage was no secret. When she was twelve years old, her father Zhao Yuan fell ill and died. After his death, her mother wanted to burn all his belongings, but she stopped her. Since then, the items were locked away in the storage room, never to see the light of day again.

Later, she found out that her father did something unforgivable to her mother when he was young. She resented him and didn’t want to touch his belongings. It seemed she and her mother had forgotten that their father’s belongings still existed.

The maid replied, “Madam wanted it.”

Her mom wanted it? Didn’t she hate dad? Why would she suddenly think about his belongings?

Zhao Qin felt that something was off about tonight’s events.

Seeing the maid walking away, Zhao Qin thought for a moment and quietly followed her.

The maid delivered the box and left. Zhao Qin sneaked over and cracked open the bedroom door.

Ran Qing opened the wooden box, and dust accompanied by the musty smell immediately hit her face. She covered her nose and coughed, fanning the air with her right hand.

Ran Qing tremblingly took out the items from the box.

It was a stack of drawings.

Zhao Yuan was very talented in painting. When he was young, his artistic talent attracted Ran Qing. Ran Qing pursued him relentlessly until he agreed to marry her. She even used the power of the Ran family to force Zhao Yuan to marry her. However, a marriage forced like this ended up hurting both of them.

Zhao Qin remembered that her dad loved to paint, especially good at painting people and was once quite famous.

She watched as Ran Qing flipped through the paintings one by one. From a distance and with the glare from the light, she couldn’t see what was drawn on them, but she could tell they were the human portraits that her dad was best at painting.

“Zhao Yuan, oh Zhao Yuan, you couldn’t forget her even in death. What is so special about an ordinary woman like her that made you miss her for so many years?” Zhao Qin heard Ran Qing’s angry and unwilling voice. Suddenly she grabbed a painting, crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash bin.