Under the eaves, the parrot really started to quack, giving the garden a little more joy.

Qi Lingyang looked at Su Xiang's back, his face slowly fell down, and a little coldness appeared in Wenrun's eyes.

He hopes that in front of her, the gentle and humble Qi Lingyang will always be the one who can let her rely on, but now, he can no longer let go of this...

Su Xiang changed the red Han skirt to Pearl, which is now popular in Chinese clothes. It feels very ritual to wear such skirts to salute elders during the Chinese New Year.

The little girl looks pink and white as jade, beautiful and cute like a jade carved doll. Du Ruohan herself has classical beauty. The pearl appearance inherits her beauty. She looks so beautiful when wearing a Khan Ru skirt.

This girl must be a beauty when she grows up.

After Su Xiang packed the pearl, she smiled slightly and took her little man downstairs.

In the garden, Qi Lingyang stood in front of a wintersweet. At this time, the wintersweet had already grown buds, and the thin petals were hugged into a ball. When the wind blew, the branches swayed slightly, and the buds also began to shake lightly.

Pearl looked at Qi Lingyang and shouted softly: "Damn..." She threw herself into his arms like a small-birthed swallow.

Qi Lingyang picked her up easily with one hand. He looked at Su Xiang, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

The skirt she wore was relatively ordinary. Compared to the simple and elegant clothes, this red retro skirt made her look very energetic and also reflected the current New Year atmosphere.

He handed over and said, "Here." A thin branch of wintersweet was pinching between his slender fingers, and the flowers had not yet bloomed.

Su Xiang took it and pinched it in her hand and looked at it: "How can I pick the flowers?"

Qi Lingyang said: "Look at your beautiful clothes, it's very suitable."

Su Xiang pursed her lips and smiled. Pearl grabbed Qi Lingyang's clothes and shook: "Dad, I, Huahua..." She also wants beautiful Huahua.

Qi Lingyang scraped her little nose and said, "Your flower, I have to wait for your boyfriend to give it to you in the future."

It seemed like a casual sentence, but it was hinting at Su Xiang. He glanced at Su Xiang and walked towards the gate with pearls in his arms.

Su Xiang lowered her eyes and looked at the wintersweet flower and gently bit her lower lip. The driver was moving the New Year gift to the car. Zhang Ma carried a basket of eggs in her hand and put them in the shape of an ingot, and muttered: "These are all from my hometown, and they are definitely free-range eggs. Say hello to the old man."

Qi Haipeng gave bonuses during the Chinese New Year and gave all the servants in his family a big red envelope. Even Xiangyuan took care of it. Zhang's mother was very happy and gave the bacon and other things she sent from her hometown to the old man.

The rear car was filled with a full car, and the rear hood was covered with a bang, and it was over.

When Su Xiang got into the car, Pearl sat up to her and leaned on her. The little girl pointed at her clothes and her skirt: "Red."

"By the way, red."

The pearl was in the recognition stage, so Su Xiang took the opportunity to teach her to identify the colors and pointed to the wintersweet and said, "Yellow y color."

Qi Lingyang glanced at them and found that the clothes of both of them were customized by him with a designer. He said that he should look like parent-child outfits, but they should not be made too obvious.

He didn't know if every man had such a childish idea. Seeing his wife and daughter wearing parent-child outfits was very warm and homey.

But Su Xiang was not married to him yet, and she was worried about Fu Ying. She would definitely feel sad when wearing parent-child outfits, so he could only do this calmly.

Qi Lingyang slowly rubbed his fingers, lowered his eyes, and hid the little bit of humility in his eyes.

The car soon arrived at the old house of Su family. After cleaning the old house of Qi, there were two big red lanterns hanging at the door, and several osmanthus trees in the yard also hung small lanterns, which looked very happy.

Pearl had already become familiar with Qi Haipeng. He shouted loudly in the yard. Qi Haipeng was wearing an apron around his waist and covered in flour. He walked out to respond to her: "Oh, he came so early."

Pearl looked at him with a smile, holding his hands like Ah Fu bowed to him: "Grandpa, happy New Year."

In those days in Beicheng, Xiaocheng and his friends were bored in dancing, they used pearls to make fun of them and taught her these tricks to please the elders. They didn’t learn the words "Pearl" clearly, but this sentence was a pure and singular voice.

Qi Haipeng was very happy with this freshness, and smiled and bent his eyebrows and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay."

Pearl straightened her waist, blinked her long eyelashes like a palm-leaf fan, and spread her hands: "Grandpa, where is the bag."

Qi Haipeng has no daughter in his life, and Du Ruohan's daughter-in-law is a normal wife. She obviously can't handle the little girl's weird move. He glanced at Su Xiang and Qi Lingyang who were standing aside and laughing, and then said to Zhenzhu: "Okay, grandpa is full of flour now, I'll give you a bag later."

Su Xiang and Qi Lingyang walked up to say hello to the old man. Qi Haipeng nodded, and Su Xiang asked, "Uncle Qi, what are you doing?"

There are servants in the Qi family, and the old man never goes to the kitchen.

Qi Haipeng glanced at the flour on his hand and said, "Knead the dough and make the skin of a small bun." Then he turned around and walked into the room.

Qi Lingyang followed him and joked: "Father, you are getting more and more relaxed now."

After Qi Haipeng handed over the company to Qi Lingyang, he rarely interfered in the company's affairs, which was quite like enjoying happiness in his later years.

Qi Haipeng was in charge of Qi before, and Qi Lingcong took over. After some of the turmoils in the past few years, the old ministers began to get ready. Qi Haipeng didn't ask about this, relying on Qi Lingyang's handling of what Qi Lingyang should do, and the relegation should be cut. After some action, Qi's family has stabilized and no one dared to question the gentle second young master.

Qi Haipeng glanced at Qi Lingyang, and a light flashed through the elite's eyes.

He kneaded the flour in the basin, and Pearl waited for the bag with his eyes wide open. He obediently looked at Qi Haipeng kneading the dough. After a while, he became interesting and reached out his little hand and got involved.

Qi Haipeng quickly grabbed her little hand, grabbed a small piece of the dough and gave her a playful touch.

Qi Lingyang glanced at the pearls sitting on the stool, pinching flour and playing with it, turned to Qi Haipeng and said, "Father, do you have something to say to me?"

The look just now was a bit sarcastic, but Qi Lingyang was very sure that it was not directed at him.

Qi Haipeng said: "A few days ago, I chatted with Fu Zhengnan at a party of a group of old guys."

...

A few days ago, a wealthy businessman who had retired had long since invited some old friends of the Chamber of Commerce to go to the fun. Fu Zhengnan and Qi Haipeng were both invited.

Fu Zhengnan is the president of the Chamber of Commerce. It was at its peak that he was surrounded by a group of people to praise him. Qi Haipeng sat in a corner and drank tea leisurely and listened to the Peking opera on the stage.

It was just when I could hear it so well that a cold voice penetrated from the side: "Qi Haipeng, my son, how can you use it easily?"

Qi Haipeng held the teacup lid and slowly took a sip of the tea. He looked up at Fu Zhengnan, who was standing behind him, and sneered, and put the teacup on the tea table with a click, and a few drops of tea splashed on the table.

"Just, your son?"

Since Yu Kelan married Qi Haipeng, the two of them never contacted each other easily, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and avoided each other in business. Even if they competed for the position of president of the Chamber of Commerce a few years ago, they were as calm as they saw on the surface. Over the years, Fu Zhengnan never said this in front of Qi Haipeng.

Fu Zhengnan's face froze, he paved and sat down on the other side of the teahouse, and said coldly to Qi Haipeng: "Whose species is he? Do you need to verify it?"

At this time, the stage was singing at the climax, and the gongs and drums were pounding in a intensive manner, which was quite thunderous.

Qi Haipeng rubbed his wrist slowly: "Kelan married me, and the son he gave birth to was my household registration. I raised him with one hand. Fu Zhengnan, where did you come from and say that it was your son?"

Fu Zhengnan was so angry that it was exactly this. Although he recognized Qi Lingyang and taught him the skills, Qi Lingyang always kept a distance from him. Until now, he actually went to do things for the Qi family.

Fu Zhengnan said with a tense face: "If Kelan hadn't concealed it, Ling Yang wouldn't--"

"Nothing?" Qi Haipeng interrupted him and said with a sneer, "Will you not become my son? Haha, if your wife Zhuo Ya knows, I'm afraid she may not even be born."

At that time, Mrs. Zhuo Ya was the eldest lady of the Zhuo family, and no one took it seriously. Can she let the woman who stole her husband?

Yu Kelan got married with a child. It can be said that she was revenge on Fu Zhengnan's betrayal, or it can be said that she was to protect her children. With such a big backer in the Qi family, Mrs. Zhuo Ya dared not attack her. She also resolutely refused to take care of Fu Zhengnan and would never drag her down.

Fu Zhengnan was so angry that he became angry. He shouted: "Qi Haipeng, don't pretend to be great here. Ling Yang was raised by you, but how did you treat him? You never really treat him as your own son!"

If he was sincere to him, he would not ignore him. Even though he knew that Qi Lingyang and Du Ruohan were good, he still asked Qi Lingcong to marry Du Ruohan.

"If your son hadn't died, would you let him take over Qi? If you had no one, you would have to keep him!"

Qi Haipeng raised his eyes and refused to deny it: "Yes, Ling Cong is dead, I have to find Ling Yang to come back. As the saying goes, good will be rewarded with evil will be rewarded. He is willing to come back because he is willing to repay me. This is not a conflict."

"Fu Zhengnan, I don't understand why you are coming to argue with me at this time. The dispute over the heirs of your Fu family has ended. If you have left everything to Fu Hanchuan, why should you whisper to me here?"

Qi Haipeng looked at Fu Zhengnan's red face coldly. The threshold for the Qi family is not as high as that of the Fu family, but he did not take the current president seriously.

Fu Zhengnan was calm and stared at Qi Haipeng with red eyes. This old bastard didn't say that he stole his son, but he was also going to make a big joke for their Fu family.

He said: "For your granddaughter, you asked Qi Lingyang to marry Su Xiang and Qi Haipeng. How dare you say you are a good person?"

"In order to let Qi Lingyang serve you, you hand over Qi's family to him. When your granddaughter grows up, you kick him away. Qi Haipeng, how dare you say you are a good person?"

Qi Haipeng smiled coldly: "The whole world only knows that Fu Hanchuan is the only one in the Fu family. What does my son marrying Su Xiang have to do with you? I don't mind what kind of woman she is. A love ambassador of the Disabled Persons' Federation and a career in hand. Although he is not as good as those famous daughters, he can make a living by himself."

"Why, she's eating your rice again?"

"You--" Fu Zhengnan was so angry that he wanted to slap the table and pressed the table and moved, but due to the coming and goings of people around him, he could only endure it.

Qi Haipeng snorted coldly in his nose and continued, "If I want to say that I have set up all this for the sake of pearls, I admit it. Our Qi family is just like this. Is there any problem with it?"

"If you want to say that I will use Qi Lingyang and do whatever I want to do to him in the future, haha, Fu Zhengnan, you and I are all people who are going to the death..."

Qi Haipeng drew a long tail sound in the last few words, and looked at Fu Zhengnan disdainfully. Since Qi Lingcong passed away, he understood many things, power is like a cloud, and children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

Fu Zhengnan's eyes twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you afraid that Ling Yang would steal Qi's family?"

Qi Haipeng glanced at him: "I forgot to say that you don't doubt people. Even if Qi Lingyang occupied Qi's family, his surname is still Qi. I don't look like you. I handed the Fu family to Fu Hanchuan, and I have to think about reaching back."

Given Qi Lingyang's feelings for Su Xiang, he would not be able to go back to be the eldest son of the Fu family, so Qi Haipeng didn't have to worry at all.

Only in the Qi family can Qi Lingyang marry Su Xiang in.

In Fu Zhengnan's view, Qi Haipeng's move was to win over Qi Lingyang and prevent him from recognizing his ancestors. He clenched his fists and glared at Qi Haipeng with resentment.

At this time, someone came over to say hello: "President Fu, Brother Haipeng, why did you two get into a chat?"

Fu Zhengnan put away his expression, Qi Haipeng picked up the teacup and took a sip, and the debate just now seemed to have no existence.

...

The white dough was getting tougher under Qi Haipeng's hands. He poked the dough and raised his eyes to Qi Lingyang and said, "He means to make you recognize your ancestors."

Qi Lingyang looked at the round flour dumpling in the basin and said lightly: "The dust has fallen to the ground."

In his opinion, the battle for the heirs three years ago has ended and each has its own place.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the face that Fu Hanchuan was bound to Su Xiang appeared in his mind, and his fingers bent.
To be continued...