After Marriage With A Disabled Gangster [BL] [MTL] [✔]

CHAPTER 4; Part 1

Shen Ci turned around.

　He saw that familiar wheelchair stopped silently at the door of the piano room without knowing when.

　"Shao Qin, that... why did you get up so early today?" The man's forehead slipped in a cold sweat, and he changed his arrogance before saying, "Is your health better?"

　Qin Yi was sitting in a wheelchair, his pale face was extremely cold, he didn't say anything, but his body showed indescribable pressure, causing the man in front of him to bow down and dare not look at him.

　Shen Ci took a step back and held his breath slightly.

　Qin Yi didn't look at him, but silently stared at the person in front of him, as if waiting for him to give a reasonable explanation for this dispute.

　The cold sweat on the man's forehead was getting more and more, almost to the point where he was trembling. Finally he raised his head and gritted his teeth and said: "Shao Qin, you said you don't like others touching your things, this Shen...Young Master Shen just touched your piano, I am afraid that you will be angry, so I stopped him with words, I..."

　Shen Ci frowned: "I didn't touch the piano."

　Qin Yi didn't seem to hear his excuse, his eyes still stopped on the man, his expression was even more gloomy, his bloodless lips slightly opened, his voice was low and hoarse, mixed with almost cold anger: "My things, when is it your turn to point fingers?"

　"Shao Qin!" The man knelt to the ground all of a sudden, "I am worried that your piano will be broken!"

　The repeated mention of the word "piano" seemed to make Qin Yi even more unhappy. He twisted his eyebrows, tightened his fingers on the wheelchair armrest, and said angrily: "Go away!"

　When the man's body became stiff, he knew that he was making Qin Shao angry again.

　"I said go away," Qin Yi squinted at him coldly, "Get out of Qin's house and disappear in front of me forever."

　"...Qin Shao!" The man turned his head in astonishment, "I was really wrong, can you give me another chance!"

　"Don't let me repeat it a second time."

　The man's face was pale, with blue veins on his forehead, he glared at Shen Ci viciously, and rushed out of the room without looking back.

　Shen Ci felt that he was wronged. This person was obviously asking for it, so he was embarrassed to stare at him. This kind of brave and prestigious guy in front of Qin Shao had better driven out early.

　As he was thinking, he saw Qin Yi's wheelchair passing by, and quickly wanted to stop him and say thank you, but before he had time to speak, the wheelchair suddenly stopped, the man in the wheelchair turned his back to him, and his voice was still low and hoarse: "Do you like piano?"

　Shen Ci was taken aback, nodded desperately, and remembered that the other party could not see him with his back to him, so he had to say, "I like it."

　The boy's voice was very obedient, with a clear and clean voice that was unique to this age.

　Qin Yi didn't say anything, his pale and slender fingers pushed on the handle of the wheelchair and left the piano room.

　Shen Ci: "..."

　Gone again?

　He stood there a little confused. As soon as he looked up, he saw the butler who was approaching him. The latter seemed to have just gotten up and smiled apologetically at him: "I'm really sorry, Qin Shao just... did you scare you? "

　Shen Ci said "Ah": "It's okay."

　It was not shocking, but it was a bit strange.

　He knew that Qin Yi was moody, but his attitude just now... didn't look at him from beginning to end, but asked him if he liked the piano before leaving?

　Moreover, when he scolded the man just now, he seemed to be deliberately suppressing his tone, not as irritable as he was yesterday.

　The voice was also duller than before.

　Shen Ci had many questions in his heart, but now that Qin Yi was gone, he couldn't ask clearly, so he had to say, "I'll go back to the room first."

　"Little Master, please."

　The housekeeper watched him leave, sighed inaudibly, and turned to Qin Yi's bedroom.

　Qin Yi's wheelchair was parked by the window. The windowpane was already covered with creepers. Occasionally the wind blows the leaves, and only a little sunlight can penetrate through the gap.

　He slowly turned the wheelchair, his eyes stopped on the face of the housekeeper: "Why don't I know that everything can come to Qin's house to get a share of the pie?"

　There was still an unquenched anger in his tone: "Let him go."

　The housekeeper naturally knew who he was talking about. For two days in a row, Qin Shao was angry. The whole family couldn't find the second one. He quickly lowered his head and said cautiously, "But he belongs to you..."

　"Cousin far from the room?" Qin Yi sneered suddenly, tapping his fingertips on the armrest of the wheelchair, "Is it another good thing Qin Qian did? Tell him for me, don't interfere with my life, if you dare to stick to me in the future, I don't mind severing his father-son relationship with him."

　The butler lowered his eyes: "Yes."

　"A trash who doesn't even recognize his own legitimate child, his son but who cares a lot about his distant relatives, is really ridiculous."

　The butler did not dare to take his words-Qin Qian is Qin Yi's father and the chairman of the Qin family company. The prestigious "General Qin" can be summed up in Qin Yi's eyes. He didn't even bother to call him his father, as he always called him by his first name.

　It was not a day or two for the Qin family's father-son relationship to disagree, and people had already taken it off.

　The housekeeper had been with Qin Yi for many years, and he knew his temper very well. At this time, there was no need to say anything, just listen.

　Suddenly, Qin Yi ended his anger ahead of time, and turned his attention to him again: "Tell him to come back quickly."

　"he?"

　"You know who I'm talking about."

　The butler nodded: "Yes."

　Qin Yi's tone eased slightly: "And... the piano, how long has it been useless?"

　"Except for routine maintenance, it has been five months."

　Five months...

　It had been so long since his car accident.

　Qin Yi's tight back slackened slightly, and he leaned back on the back of the wheelchair. A tired expression rose between his eyebrows: "Find someone to try the piano, tune it, and then..."

　The steward guessed his intention: "Do you want to use it for Young Master Shen?"