Chapter 145 The Legendary Cheap Daddy (1)_1
It must be said that Shen Jia’s imagination was sometimes truly powerful; she could twist a perfectly normal situation into an utter mess.
"Jiajia, this is Old Qi and his grandson, Qi Zhuochen. They are our guests tonight," Wanqian’s voice was laden with deep exhaustion; she hadn’t slept at all for two days and two nights. She was truly spent, but she was terrified of falling asleep.
"Yes, the two of you will be staying here tonight," Shen Cheng said as he took off his coat and lazily sat on the sofa. Old Qi’s sharp eyes casually scanned Shen Jia’s family of three. His gaze then swept around the hall, his expression darkening. He had never expected, after all this time, to find himself here again.
So, the sister and wife Shen Cheng and Wanqian mentioned were originally Grandpa Shen’s granddaughter, the Shen family’s previous heir? How unexpected. This son-in-law, Shen Cheng, was quite capable, it seemed, to have connections with *those* people—they had even directed Shen Cheng to find him. Old Qi also felt a pang of sorrow for Grandpa Shen, and for his short-lived granddaughter.
Old Qi couldn’t help but let out a cold sneer. To change his grandson’s fate, he had spent two years searching far from Beijing. During that time, his relationship with Grandpa Shen had cooled. He never imagined that upon returning to Beijing, he would find Grandpa Shen dead from illness, and his granddaughter eloped, only to die mysteriously.
These matters were none of his concern; even if he wanted to intervene, he wouldn’t know where to begin. Yet, in the end, these matters still ended up involving them. Old Qi couldn’t help but sigh.
And now, because of a favor owed, he had returned to the Shen Mansion. It was truly a twist of fate. Grandpa Shen’s granddaughter ultimately hadn’t escaped her destiny, nor had Grandpa Shen himself. Although his own grandson’s fate had changed because of that girl, her appearance meant the entire course of everyone’s fate had altered. He had no idea what the future held now.
"Grandfather," Qi Zhuochen tugged on Old Qi’s hand. Why had his grandfather suddenly become so lost in thought here?
"Ah, let’s go upstairs and take a look first," Old Qi said, collecting himself and nodding at Shen Cheng.
"Wanqian, you stay and look after Uncle Qi. I’ll take him upstairs to look around," Shen Cheng instructed, already on his way, leading Old Qi and Qi Zhuochen up the stairs.
"Alright. You all be careful," Wanqian nodded, her face paling slightly as she watched the three of them disappear up the stairs, then she fell into a daze.
"Sister Wanqian! Sister Wanqian!" Shen Jia called out, shaking Wanqian, only to find her staring blankly up the stairs. The usually beautiful and gentle Wanqian looked somewhat haggard.
"Wanqian, what on earth is going on with you and Shen Cheng?" Duan Mei asked, equally puzzled. They had only been here for two days, but Shen Cheng and Wanqian had been acting strangely the whole time, both sporting dark circles under their eyes—a far cry from the impeccable appearance they had when Duan Mei first saw them.