Gentle’s face showed no extra expression, just a slight nod.
Chu Qing, having received a positive response, grasped the black-clad person’s wrist:
"Stand down."
The man in black’s expression did not change, but his arm remained motionless.
"Si Ye, he is older sister’s friend. Since sister is letting him in, you should let him pass."
A soft, weak voice from behind was heard, belonging to Wen Kerren.
The man nad Si Ye remained unmoved.
Chu Qing raised his eyes to look at him, and as their gazes t, Chu Qing smiled:
"You are Wen Family’s guardian? How should I address you?
"Your surna isn’t Fu, is it?"
"...Just call Si Ye."
"So, Guardian Si, are you planning to overstep your bounds now?"
Chu Qing glanced at Wen Kaiyuan and Wen Kerren:
"Or is it that your master is soone else other than Gentle?"
Si Ye’s gaze deepened:
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Wen Kerren’s voice also hurriedly ca through:
"Please, young sir, don’t speak recklessly.
"Brother Si Ye isn’t exactly a servant... He’s like family, having grown up with us."
Chu Qing ignored Wen Kerren and just lightly pressed down on Si Ye’s arm.
It seed so easy, as though Si Ye had lowered it on his own.
Only Si Ye looked on in disbelief; he hadn’t relaxed at all... yet he couldn’t resist.
The other hand suddenly reached for the back of his waist, pivoting on his foot, still trying to block the way.
Then, a violent cough ca from inside the door:
"Outside... cough, cough... what’s all the noise outside?"
Wen Kaiyuan quickly said:
"Big brother, Gentle has returned, and she wants to see you."
"Gentle... co in quickly!"
Hearing the voice from inside, Gentle moved slightly, but still did not go in.
Instead, she looked at Chu Qing.
Chu Qing scratched his nose, feeling sowhat complicated for a mont.
Since when did this little girl beco so reliant on him?
In theory, it was indeed inappropriate for him to intrude on their father and daughter’s reunion.
However, since Gentle was insistent on him accompanying her, that was why Chu Qing took action... the thod was also moderate, to avoid unnecessary conflict with the Wen Family.
After all, this trip was to return Gentle ho, and there was no need to beco enemies, even if no deep friendship with Luochun Manor was developed.
"Big brother, Gentle brought a friend and wants him to co in and see you too."
Wen Kaiyuan’s voice sounded again.
Then Wen Fusheng inside said:
"Gentle’s friend? Then let them co in together..."
Hearing this, Si Ye finally stepped back and gently rubbed his wrist.
Chu Qing smiled:
"Thank you."
"..."
Si Ye’s face darkened. Although they had not exactly fought, Chu Qing had given him a feeling of helplessness and resistance.
If this person really wanted to force their way in, he... wouldn’t be able to stop him!
Gentle, seeing him step aside, then took hold of Chu Qing’s sleeve and led him inside.
The room was spacious, with Wen Fusheng in the room on the left.
As soon as they entered the door, there was a strong sll of dicine.
A middle-aged man lay on the bed, his face pale but with decent looks, bearing a certain resemblance to Gentle.
He craned his head towards the door, seeing Gentle and Chu Qing walk in one after the other. First, his gaze swept over Chu Qing, then settled completely on Gentle.
"Gentle... my little Gentle!"
Wen Fusheng struggled to sit up, waving towards Gentle:
"Is it really my little Gentle back? Co, let Dad... let Dad have a good look."
Gentle quickened her steps slightly, approached the bed, and sat down.
Wen Fusheng grasped her hand, examining her up and down, then smiled:
"Little Gentle, my little Gentle has grown up.
"Cough, cough... over these years, over these years your father has been at fault, sending you to the Taiyi Sect, you... you suffered."
"I did not suffer."
Gentle said:
"Master, Mistress, and my senior brothers were all very kind to ."
Cui Bunu’s four disciples in total, with the youngest being a little girl, indeed received a lot of pampering.
Upon hearing this, Wen Fusheng smiled:
"Good, as long as you didn’t suffer..."
The words paused, then he looked at Chu Qing:
"Gentle, who is this?"
"He’s Third Brother. Along the way, he escorted back."
Gentle gave a simple introduction.
"I see. No wonder you insisted on having him co in with you..."
Wen Fusheng smiled, then said to Chu Qing:
"May I ask, young man, what is your esteed na?"
Chu Qing quietly looked at Wen Fusheng, instead of giving his own na, he asked:
"Manor Master Wen, Si Ye belongs to you, right?"
Wen Fusheng’s eyebrows twitched slightly; answering a question with a question, especially to an elder, was undoubtedly rude.
Yet Wen Fusheng did not get angry, he simply smiled:
"That child indeed grew up beside ."
Chu Qing shook his head:
"So the intention of not letting in earlier was not Si Ye’s, but rather Manor Master Wen’s?
"Is it that Manor Master Wen has sothing to say to Gentle, but doesn’t want junior’s ears to hear it?"
Wen Fusheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, the tiger’s might still lingered. Even though Wen Fusheng was seriously injured, he was ultimately a strong hero and a master of a generation.
His eyes narrowed, and the heavy atmosphere suddenly enveloped the entire room.
Chu Qing stood silently against him, with perfect composure, entirely unaffected by Wen Fusheng’s imposing presence.
Gentle looked at Chu Qing and then at Wen Fusheng, her face expressionless, as if whatever happened next with these two incompatible presences had nothing to do with her.
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