Lin Chen was shocked: “You are coveting my free after-sales service?”

Qi Jingming was shocked: “Do I need to save that little bit of money?”

Lin Chen: “What’s wrong with Xiu Yi now?”

Qi Jingming: “Nothing is wrong, just preparing for a rainy day.”

Lin Chen raised an eyebrow: “Businessmen never make a loss-making deal.”

Qi Jingming lamented: “Can there be a little more sincerity in this world?”

Lin Chen listened attentively: “Tell me about the salary and benefits for the godson.”

Qi Jingming: “One backer, one share of the family property.”

Lin Chen: “Tell me about the godson’s job description.”

Qi Jingming: “From life to death, watch over my biological son.”

Lin Chen: “Can the family property be put into a written contract?”

Qi Jingming: “Morality is declining, people’s hearts are not what they used to be; is there not even this little trust between people?”

Lin Chen: “Aren’t you afraid I’ll take the family property and run?”

Qi Jingming: “I’ll have my subordinates prepare it tonight; come over tomorrow to sign the contract.”

Lin Chen lamented: “Morality is declining, people’s hearts are not what they used to be; is there not even this little trust between people!”

After agreeing on a time to go to the Qi family home tomorrow to discuss the contract details, Lin Chen opened the door and got out of the car.

He paused slightly at the car door, bent down, rested his arm on the door, and looked at Qi Jingming through the window with his head sideways.

Lin Chen: “Really going to be my godfather?”

Qi Jingming: “Words have already been spoken; of course, they can’t be fake.”

Lin Chen smiled: “Oh. See you tomorrow then, Daddy.”

The system in Lin Chen’s brain hadn’t reacted yet.

Until this moment, it spoke in shock: “W-Wait, Host, you and Qi Jingming just… established a godfather-godson relationship in three minutes?!”

Lin Chen was surprised: “Why, is there a better father than Qi Jingming? If I don’t take him, should I hold onto the original body’s gambler father who is in the police station and refuse to let go?”

The system hesitated and fretted: “But, but the system thought you would first hesitate about whether to acknowledge a godfather!”

Lin Chen laughed.

He didn’t answer the system’s question but waved to Qi Jingming inside the car, turned around, and returned to Cheng Huanzhen’s side.

While waiting for Lin Chen, Cheng Huanzhen was holding his phone, whispering busily to instruct someone about something. Bored, he was digging a small hole in the dirt pile under the tree with the toe of his leather shoe.

Seeing Lin Chen come out, he immediately hung up the phone, expressionlessly leveled the dug-up dirt with his sole, stomped on it, and quietly filled the hole.

Then he trotted forward: “Little Uncle.”

Lin Chen walked towards the car with him and said, “I’m going to the Qi family home tomorrow.”

Cheng Huanzhen let out an “Oh”: “Then I’ll go with you, Little Uncle.”

The calm night breeze brushed past fingertips, and the gentle moonlight was no different from the moonlight of every past and future day.

However, the moonlight falling in the present moment was always the most beautiful light.

Cheng Huanzhen sat in the driver’s seat, watched Little Uncle get into the passenger seat, and leaned over to fasten his seatbelt tightly.

Little Uncle propped his head up, tilted his head with a smile to look at him, and asked, “What were you doing just now when I hadn’t come out?”

Cheng Huanzhen said vaguely, “Communicating some matters with someone, Little Uncle.”

Little Uncle raised an eyebrow: “What vague literature is this? What, having little secrets now?”

Cheng Huanzhen was a bit embarrassed.

He pursed his lips and said, “Not a little secret. Little Uncle, can I tell you later?”

Little Uncle seemed to be in a good mood now, propping his head up and smiling at him again.

Little Uncle sat up straight, reached over, past the wind chimes in the car, gently patted his face, and said gently, “Relax. I have little secrets, so of course, you can have them too. If you don’t want to say it, then don’t. I’m not a petty person; I won’t be angry. Alright, drive carefully, don’t get into an accident.”

…

Qi Xiuyi’s life these years had been relatively fulfilling.

At least compared to the days before Qi Wendong arrived, it was countless times more fulfilling.

Recalling his childhood now, Qi Xiuyi couldn’t even understand what childish things he was doing every day during all that good time back then.

“…Curator Qi, really very sorry, your request is indeed somewhat difficult. Currently, the number of teams globally that can achieve this technology does not exceed the count of one hand. Although our team is one of the best in the country, compared to international teams, our strength is still limited. The sixty-day deadline is really not quite enough…”

The lament of the outsourced team leader came from the phone.

Qi Xiuyi briefly came back to his senses.

He skillfully responded with comforting words: “Completing such a big project within sixty days is indeed somewhat difficult, but things are achieved by human effort; the road ahead is trodden out. As a top domestic team, isn’t what you are undertaking exactly this responsibility of turning the impossible into the possible?”

“If this project succeeds, your team’s name will become a permanent milestone in the domestic technological field, forever looked up to and chased after! Since I can entrust this project to you, it naturally represents my trust in you. Do you not even have the ability to bear this trust and attempt the challenge?”

“This…”

The voice on the other end suddenly became hesitant.

Qi Xiuyi struck while the iron was hot, casually painted a few more pies (made empty promises/painted a bright future), and successfully fed them full.

The other party was full of fighting spirit and quickly agreed to go back and discuss with team members how to overcome difficulties.

The Wendong Pie Painting Method won another victory!

Qi Xiuyi hung up the phone, his mood not becoming much brighter due to the success of the pie painting.

He sighed faintly, staring blankly at the garden outside the window. It was late winter and early spring, still a bit cold but with less snow, and the weather was gradually warming up. Logically speaking, it was a good season.

However, Qi Xiuyi always disliked all times related to winter.

After all, mentioning winter, he would always involuntarily think of certain people and certain things.

He would think of the old Maserati that had been sealed up by the family, think of the figure walking from the golden avenue more than once, think of the weight that once fell on his back but was so light it could hardly be felt, think of the tactile sensation when all this weight turned into a heavy small box landing in his hands…

…Ah, he thought of Qi Wendong again.

The pen tip paused on the white paper.

The ink quietly spread, but Qi Xiuyi seemed unaware, his eyes losing focus and landing somewhere in the void.

Four years…

He suddenly thought.

It turned out Qi Wendong had been gone for four years.

But clearly, so much time had passed, yet those special times that briefly existed in his memory miraculously did not fade gradually with the passage of time.

Just a slight recollection, and Qi Xiuyi could recall the joy and delight that arose from the bottom of his heart every time he called out “Qi Wendong” back then.

At that time, he liked calling Qi Wendong’s name very much.

Called it when there was something, loved to call it even when there was nothing.

Sometimes Qi Wendong would find him annoying and say a few sharp words to him, but when he really encountered trouble, he would patiently and practically help him solve the problem together.

So much so that when Qi Wendong had just gone abroad for treatment, he couldn’t adapt for a long time, and even unknowingly ran to Qi Wendong’s empty dormitory several times by mistake.

But perhaps starting from that time, he slowly got used to a life where he called Qi Wendong but no one answered.

He didn’t know since when, but when he saw delicious, fun, and interesting things and wanted to share them with Qi Wendong, he also got used to closing WeChat directly after sending a voice message and shouting “Qi Wendong,” no longer waiting.

He hadn’t had the fantasy that Qi Wendong would reply to him for a long time.

But that was right.

He called Qi Wendong, and Qi Wendong ignored him. What a normal thing!

Qi Xiuyi thought unknowingly.

Thinking and thinking, he actually chuckled softly.

It was just that this laugh, after all, was not light and joyful.

Qi Wendong.

He thought of Qi Wendong again…

“Knock knock knock.”

The room door was suddenly knocked on, and Qi Xiuyi snapped back to reality.

“Young Master, you can come out for dinner!”

The butler called at the door.

Qi Xiuyi responded: “Coming right away!”

He briefly tidied up the work documents on the desk.

Grabbing his phone and getting up, intending to go out for dinner, Qi Xiuyi suddenly paused hesitantly.

Then he lowered his eyes, opened WeChat, habitually clicked on the pinned chat, and sent a sentence to that person’s message box: [Qi Wendong, let me tell you! Tomorrow our museum is going to hold a joint exhibition with the Big E Museum! I’ve prepared for this event for a long, long time, and it’s super great. I’ll show you tomorrow!]

Many times, he was accustomed to sharing his life with Qi Wendong in this way.

It seemed that this way, he could keep Qi Wendong in his life forever.

So much so that sometimes his newly met friends would always ask him why he didn’t like to initiate messages to them.

Qi Xiuyi was really embarrassed to say that because when he thought of sharing his life and mood with someone, the first choice that popped into his mind was Qi Wendong.

…Already shared with Qi Wendong, so of course, there was no need to repeat it to others!

Qi Xiuyi felt this made a lot of sense.

When leaving messages for Qi Wendong, he would always subconsciously use his past speaking style.

Presented in text, it looked like this, full of exclamation marks.

This was the appearance of him that Qi Wendong was most familiar with.

He didn’t want Qi Wendong not to recognize him.

…Even though after these few years, his personality in reality was no longer like this.

—Current him was ten thousand times more mature than the him of that year!

Qi Xiuyi forcefully pulled himself out of the whirlpool of memories, then came to the dining room and sat opposite Qi Jingming.

Qi Jingming poked the steak with a fork and asked him calmly: “Not at home during the day today, where did you go?”

Qi Xiuyi sighed: “Where else could I go? Dad, of course, busy with work. Busy with company affairs in the morning, a problem occurred at the research institute at noon, and went to the museum to check the preparation for tomorrow’s event in the afternoon… Holding three jobs, I’m dying of busyness!”

Qi Jingming said calmly: “Oh, that’s a pity. Today I just adopted a godson. He came to the house during the day. If you were here, you two could have met.”

A mouthful of steak was chewed halfway between lips and teeth.

Before the other half could be chewed, Qi Xiuyi’s movement stopped abruptly.

Qi Xiuyi stared blankly at Qi Jingming, unable to believe what he just heard: “…What? Dad, you said you adopted a what???”

Qi Jingming said calmly: “Adopted a godson, his age is slightly older than you. Someday I’ll call him to the house and let you meet…”

Qi Xiuyi’s eyes widened instantly.

Anger soared to the sky; he slammed his palm on the table angrily, and his whole person stood up abruptly!

Qi Xiuyi was incredulous and questioned loudly: “Found me a godbrother?! Dad, did you ask for my opinion? I don’t want any godbrother; my brother is and will only be Qi Wendong alone! …If Qi Wendong knew you found me a godbrother after he left, do you think he would be happy? Would he agree? Did you ask Qi Wendong!!”

Qi Jingming: “.”

Qi Jingming looked at him strangely: “Why so agitated? If you don’t acknowledge him, then don’t. I adopted the godson, not you.”

Qi Jingming continued to fork the steak leisurely and said: “Besides, how do you know I haven’t asked for Qi Wendong’s opinion? I really went to ask in front of the grave, and he said my decision was very good.”

Qi Xiuyi couldn’t listen to anything at this moment.

His eyes turned red, he left the dining table abruptly, turned around, and rushed quickly to Qi Wendong’s room door with thumping steps.

Then he turned back, his whole face red with anger, and said loudly to Qi Jingming: “I don’t care! Dad, if you want to adopt a godson, that’s your business, but don’t drag me and Qi Wendong into it! If he wants to come to live in the house, he is not allowed to touch Qi Wendong’s room!”