Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION

  On the other side of the road, Zhao Yuyi took half a step back and kept a distance from him. He said, “He, I’m afraid you’ve found the wrong person. I’m not the person you’re looking for. ”


  “That’s impossible, ” He Wenqing said.

  He was certain that Zhao Yuyi was his son, so he kept pestering him.

  “He, you’ve been looking for me over and over again because you want to say that you and I have panda blood. Perhaps I’m related to you by blood, but unfortunately, I’ve done a test and it has nothing to do with you, ” Zhao Yuyi said bluntly.

  He Wenqing looked at him in a daze and said, “I won’t. ”


  “That’s why you don’t need to look for me anymore. Right now, I don’t want to have any contact with the he family. If you want to be good to me, then don’t come near me. Otherwise, the Lu family will bite me to death, ” Zhao Yuyi said.

  He put on his mask and strode away, but his hands unconsciously clenched tightly.

  “How is that possible? ” He Wenqing said. He held something in his hand, opened it slightly, and stuffed it into his pocket.

  Seeing Zhao Yuyi leave, he Wenqing supported himself against the wall and struggled to leave. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground. He struggled to get up.

  He lanjin wanted to help him up, but she didn’t go forward after taking two steps.

  “It seems that he has decided that Zhao Yuyi is his son? ” He Lanjin said softly.

  It wasn’t easy for her to reconcile with this kind of blood relationship. After all, she and he Wenqing said that they were father and daughter, but in reality, they weren’t related by blood at all. At most, they were foster fathers.

  “Yes, ” Qiao Hanye answered.

  He lanjin stood there and watched he wenqing leave in a sorry state. That lonely figure had an indescribable sadness.

  “How is Tang Zhilin? ” She asked.

  She had been arrested and locked up for three days, but no one had questioned her. She was locked up in a dark room and couldn’t see the light of day. If she was a person with a poor mental quality, she would break down.

  “Wait a little longer, ” Qiao Hanye said.

  She answered and didn’t ask any more questions.

  Thinking of the blood disease on her body, just as Tang Zhilin said, it was given by Zhao Tianming, and Zhao Tianming was Qiao Hanye’s father’s trusted aide, these complicated relationships were…… ……

  “Hanye, do you think my aunt knows people from the Qiao family? ” She asked softly.

  She thought back to the time when she saw Shen biqiong standing alone at the Qiao family’s old residence. That gaze of hers was unforgettable, as if she had experienced something.

  “Ah Jin means that your aunt and my father are old acquaintances? ” Qiao Hanye asked with a frown.

  He lanjin leaned on his shoulder and said in a low voice, “I think she might know people from the Qiao family. ”


  “Oh right! Today is the opening of the theater. Why don’t we go there? ” As she spoke, she looked at the close proximity to the theater and felt a little like going to the theater.

  Every time there was something that she could not understand or repressed, she would go to the theater and sit quietly. When she left, she seemed to have thought everything through.

  “Okay. ” Qiao Hanye answered and let Han Beicheng go directly to the theater.

  The theater was quiet.

  A figure sat by the window. As he listened to the play, his heart grew angrier. He slammed the table, stood up, and walked toward the backyard.

  “You did it on purpose, right? ” Qiao zhenting was furious.

  It was one thing to read the script. Today, he had specially come early to listen to it. This play was really f * Cking infuriating. Others might not be able to see this play, but no matter how stupid he was, he would be able to see it.

  It was simply slandering him He had lived for so long, but he had been wronged.

  Qiao zhenting could not believe it. He was almost buried in the yellow earth, yet he was still crowned as a scumbag. This was simply outrageous.

  “What’s the matter? ” The centenarian sat there, quietly drinking tea, and asked after a long time.