Chapter 372: Chapter 269 Shame_3

Qin Yaoru’s residence was slightly secluded, a small two-story villa that still looked somewhat old.

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The elder saw the confusion in Liu Wentian’s eyes, sighed, and said, “You should have heard about the master and his wife’s affairs. At that time, because of his relationship with his wife, the master was almost expelled from the Qin Family, but he preferred to die rather than be separated from her. Then he bought this place, and the two lived here together. After the wife died, the master continued to live here, unwilling to leave.”

Liu Wentian, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but be somewhat moved. This Qin Yaoru was indeed a man of deep affection.

No servants were seen in the villa, and the elder opened the door, leading Liu Wentian inside, all the way to the second-floor balcony.

On the balcony, two men appeared before Liu Wentian―one a plump man with a round belly, fat-faced, with a broad and kind countenance, dressed fastidiously, and the other man, looking very scruffy, with disheveled hair, messy clothes and holding a bottle of violet liquor, with many more bottles laid out on the table beside him.

“Master, I have brought the person,” the elder said to the man holding the liquor bottle.

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Liu Wentian now fully confirmed that this man was Qin Yaoru. From what he knew, Qin Yaoru was just over forty, not old for a man, especially a wealthy one—it should be his prime time, yet his appearance was now decrepit and forlorn.

From his facial features, it was apparent that he had been a very handsome man in his youth.

Hearing the elder’s words, Qin Yaoru and the plump middle-aged man both turned their heads to look. Upon seeing Liu Wenmei, Qin Yaoru squinted his slightly drunken eyes, sizing him up.

The plump middle-aged man, curiously, said, “Big brother, do you have guests? That’s really rare.”

Qin Yaoru nodded and said, “A young friend, I need to speak with him for a bit. Ah Fu, you go back. Don’t worry, I’ve survived these many years, what, am I going to seek death now?”

The plump middle-aged man nodded and said, “Then take care, big brother, I’ll be going. Look after your health, and about the alcohol—”

He had not finished speaking when Qin Yaoru interrupted with a wave of his hand, “Why have you become more and more nagging, just go back.”

The plump middle-aged man smiled ruefully, stood up, and left, nodding kindly at Liu Wentian as he passed by him.

The elder also walked down.

“Come, sit down,” Qin Yaoru gestured to a chair next to him, took another sip of liquor, his face flushed from the alcohol.

Liu Wentian walked over and sat down. Qin Yaoru didn’t speak further, and he, too, remained silent, his expression neither servile nor overbearing.

“What are you doing in Guangyang City?” Finally, Qin Yaoru spoke.

“Do you know me?” Liu Wentian countered, although he wasn’t much surprised inside. It wasn’t difficult for the Qin Family to investigate his background.

He came from the small village where Qin Keqing had once taught, and he had connections with her, which they could have found out.

Indeed, Qin Yaoru was very direct, saying, “Haha!! Of course, I know—a country bumpkin eyeing my daughter!”

Liu Wentian frowned, his eyes sharp and cold.

“What, you think you’re not a country bumpkin?” Qin Yaoru also frowned as he spoke.

Liu Wentian looked at him coldly, too disdainful to reply.

“Do you understand, I really dislike you!” Qin Yaoru’s gaze was icy as he spoke.

Liu Wentian was somewhat puzzled within. He seemed not to have provoked the man. Or perhaps, was it because he had once provoked Qin Keqing, and he thought that Wentian wasn’t worthy of Keqing, seeing him as a toad lusting after a swan’s meat, and thus detested him?

Suddenly, Qin Yaoru shook his head, took a sip of his liquor, sighed, and said, “I understand you have some abilities now, but go back, from where you came, and return to there. Being here, you’ll only bring trouble to Keqing, and in the end, you’ll lose your life!”