Rebirth: He refused to Divorce Again

Chapter 251: Chapter 251 Gu Qingfeng’s Pain Chapter 251: Chapter 251 Gu Qingfeng’s Pain He struggled to suppress his emotions and said in a heavy voice, “Gu Cheng is my adopted son, my biological son’s name is Gu Kun, also called Gu Dashan, who was your husband’s comrade-in-arms, Qiaoqiao’s grandfather, he…”

Reaching this point, Gu Qingfeng suddenly felt overwhelmed by sorrow, clenched the handle of his cane, held back his grief, and continued in a somber tone, “I’ve disturbed you today, I’ll visit again another day.”

With that, he began to walk towards the exit, leaning on his cane.

His silhouette was straight, but it appeared utterly desolate.

“Old Patriarch, take a rest before you leave,” Grandma Qin hurriedly suggested in a gentle voice.

Gu Qingfeng shook his head, continuing to walk slowly forward.

Gu Qiaoqiao’s heart softened, maybe Gu Qingfeng would never be able to get over Grandpa’s death.

Gu Qiaoqiao stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, but still offered her arm for support, “Uncle Gu is in the backyard, I’ll go call him.”

Gu Qingfeng didn’t say anything, but he didn’t refuse Gu Qiaoqiao’s support either.

Stepping out of the main hall’s door, they were in the Qin Family Old Residence’s spacious courtyard.

The begonia trees in the courtyard were laden with fruit the size of fingernails.

In the corner were blooming rose flowers.

Two dogs watched him warily.

The thick, solid wooden door displayed the depth of the Qin Family Old Residence’s heritage.

The bluestone slabs on the ground were clean and weed-free.

Gu Qingfeng discreetly averted his gaze, and soon after, Uncle Gu came running over.

The first thing he did was check Gu Qingfeng’s expression.

Then he relaxed somewhat.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the car Gu Qingfeng had arrived in drove off, disappearing from everyone’s sight.

Gu Qiaoqiao felt lost.

There was no joy in their recognition.

Only confusion remained.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

She hadn’t intended to acknowledge their relation so soon.

So many obstacles hadn’t been cleared, and Ning Wanru and Gu Cheng were still living comfortably.

How could she be content with that?

But even if she wasn’t content, she had to accept the reality.

Yet, what was it that she didn’t know within this whole affair?

Gu Qiaoqiao felt she should have a calm conversation with the Old Patriarch.

But obviously, the Old Patriarch saw her as a child; some things he might discuss with her father, but not with her.

Gu Qiaoqiao stood dazedly at the entrance, her mind still somewhat in turmoil.

Qin Xuan gave Qin Yize a glance, as he had already learned the full story from Uncle Gu.

Although it was sudden, he had quickly come to terms with it.

Now that Gu Qingfeng and Uncle Gu had left, only the Qin Family remained.

Qin Xuan moved his lips, about to say something, when Qin Yize looked worriedly at the distracted Gu Qiaoqiao.

He shook his head at his father and their relatives.

Then, he stepped forward, took Gu Qiaoqiao’s hand, and led her towards the back garden of the Qin Family’s residence.

Crossing through a Moon Gate, they arrived at a garden lush with greenery and blooming with vibrant roses.

Along the stone path, at the end there was a grape arbor.

Qin Yize led Gu Qiaoqiao to sit on the long wooden bench under the grape arbor.

Letting go of her hand.

He sat down beside Gu Qiaoqiao.

He stretched out his long legs lazily, slightly lifted his gaze, and the fragmented sunlight filtered through the verdant grape leaves from above.

The heat diminished slightly, yet it bore the distinct mottled pattern unique to summer’s sunlight.

It seemed as though the days of iron horses and clashing swords could also have such poetic and picturesque moments.

He subtly curled the corners of his mouth.

What Gu Qiaoqiao needed now was to stay calm.

But he was also worried about her overthinking things on her own.

Regardless, he had been involved in this matter all along.

He surely had some say in it.

Of course, that was if Gu Qiaoqiao was willing to listen to him speak.