Novel Full Thinking of his dream, He Bai couldn’t help but cast a sidelong glance at Di Qiuhe who seemed calm but wore a repressed look, which threw him in a real mood. Despite his indifference to Di Bian, Di Qiuhe was after all his son and grew up in his company. How could he sever ties with his father easily? But the dream sounded extraordinarily dreadful, and if Di Qiuhe learned the truth…
“After meeting Qin Li, he made three announcements: first, a subsidiary of Huangdu is to be set up in Qin’s charge; second, his marriage with Qin Li would end in divorce on the premise that he gives up custody of Di Chunhua and allows Di Xiasong to replace Qin Li in the company; at last, I can get a large sum of money and innumerable real estates I simply don’t need as long as I’m willing to return to D District.” Di Qiuhe fiddled with a teacup and said, his eyes fixating on the tea, “He drove me off with money while empowering Di Xiasong to save the face of Qin Li and her clan… What he intends was no more than disgracing me.”
Di Qiuhe was right. When Di Bian went into a coma, Di Qiuhe directly tore a strip off Qin family to support him. However, he let those villains off and sent his eldest son away the moment he regained consciousness. How disgusting this behavior was!
He Bai’s brows were tightly knitted, dying to even tear Di Bian into shreds. People like that were the sheer scum of the earth!
“I guessed that he must be partial to Di Xiasong, but I didn’t expect he would tolerate Qin family to such an unprecedented degree.” Di Qiuhe raised his teacup, reclined in the chair and squinted at the tea misting up, saying in an indifferent voice, “I’m not angry with his partiality and unfair treatment, but curious about and unreconciled to the sudden change in his attitude. If my memory serves me right, he made up his mind to completely break off his relations with Qin family before the accident.”
He Bai dropped his eyes and gently stroke a teacup like a nervous wreck, hesitant about telling him about the dream but not upsetting the guy badly…
“Then I made a rough guess, pondered it over and analyzed all the details within memory.” Di Qiuhe suddenly turned around to look at He Bai, cast a glance at his constantly scratching fingers, and flashed a smile, “Then it occurred to me that Qin Li married my father during pregnancy and that my mother passed away abruptly.”
He Bai closed his fingers, turned his head and stared him with eyes wide open.
“Judging from Di Bian’s temperament, he can never accept being a cuckold and incest of this kind, but he did. So I guess Qin family must have some evidence against him. Before the secret talk, he wasn’t ready to put up with them, which fully proves that I was right. Besides, the thing must have happened so long that Di Bian couldn’t recall it until Qin Li reminded him.” Di Qiuhe put down the teacup, propped his head on his hands and gave He Bai a gentle smile, saying in a low voice, “I’ve thought a lot in solitude since Di Bian came round… Please tell me, Little Puppy, what on earth did you dream about on the way to the airport? Why did you warn me to be on the alert? You said you would tell me something when I came back, what’s that?”
Questions came one after another, while Di Qiuhe sounded clear and calm all the way.
He Bai bit his lips and slowly lowered his eyes.
He suddenly understood what message Di Qiuhe’s look had conveyed—hatred, deep and bitter hatred. Despite his previous indifference to Di Bian, he never hated his father, but now he did. The reason behind was nothing but what he had guessed.
“I…” He Bai slightly adjusted his mood and opened his mouth. Facing Di Qiuhe’s seemingly knowing gaze, he tried to utter in a normal way, “I dreamed that a much older Di Bian lay in a sickbed, quarrelling with Qin Li who stood in front of him. I didn’t catch what they said, except Qin Li’s last word.”
Di Qiuhe dropped his eyes and touched the teacup, “what did she say?”
“She said…” He Bai reached for his teacup and took it away. Making sure that there was nothing around him that might hurt him, he continued, “She said, ‘No! You were also involved in Fan Lianxiu’s death. How could you shift all the blame onto me?’ Qiuhe, my dream is not necessarily true, perhaps…”
“No,” Di Qiuhe looked up at He Bai, suddenly smiled, reached out one hand to touch his face, and said, “you are not only a Taoist priest who grew up in an abbey but also my lucky charm. Your dream also saved my life, so I believe you.”
Feeling Di Qiuhe’s fingers slightly cool, He Bai couldn’t help holding his hands but had no idea how to comfort him. After some hesitation, he uttered, “I’ll keep your company, Qiuhe.” Somehow, he felt a little breathless.
He Bai hoped that the childlike Di Qiuhe would never be contaminated by the cruel and terrible reality and that the guy was able to live an easy life without extra burden.
But his hope was likely to be shattered…
“Remember what you’ve promised, and never leave me alone.” After a brief silence, Di Qiuhe held He Bai’s hand, picked up his mobile phone, logged on WeiBo, then took out a folded paper from his pocket like magic, spread it out on the table, took a picture and uploaded it, typing quickly.
Dumbfounded, He Bai glanced at the document and asked in surprise, “Will you give up your right of succession to Huangdu?”
“Yeah,” Di Qiuhe nodded, posted his edited blog, lounged in the chair, looking sideways at him, and said jokingly, “I would rather get the company demolished than inherit it from the slaughter.”
He Bai picked up the mobile phone to take a look, only to find that Di Qiuhe declared a waiver of his inheritance to Huangdu under his account and tagged its official account, with a stamped file photo attached.
The post went viral rapidly, and news came one by one. Bombarded with messages, He Bai’s antiquated mobile was about to crash.
“I’ve cancelled my WeiBo account, so I have no choice but to use yours.” Di Qiuhe gave a seemingly reasonable cause. He took He Bai’s mobile phone away, logged out WeiBo in case it collapsed, and flung his hands round He Bai’s face, poking his dimple, “I’m flying to D District tonight and may come back in a long while. Come on, give me a smile.”
He Bai would have told him off but somehow he paused, only forcing a reluctant smile.
“Look at your smile, too ugly!” Di Qiuhe laughed at him freely, and then said generously, “But I still like it, for you are my lucky charm. I’ll be damned if I abandon you.”