Chapter 932: 932: Can't Return (2)

Chapter 932: Chapter 932: Can’t Return (2)

After saying this, Duan Xin added another sentence, worried that he hadn’t made his intentions clear enough: “That boy looks a lot like me.”

“You… what are you saying?” Duan Qianyang’s lips trembled as he struggled to get off the bed, but his body was too frail to allow such movement.

The moment he struggled, he fell straight off the bed. Even though there was a doctor by his side, he still fell.

This position was fatal for him; he immediately couldn’t breathe, and after being helped back by the doctor, he started to breathe heavily and his complexion grew worse.

The doctor didn’t dare to delay, and hurriedly asked the other two, one big and one small, to leave the sickroom.

Duan Xin hadn’t expected his words to agitate Duan Qianyang like this, and he stood at the door of the sickroom, his lips pale, feeling at a loss. He didn’t mean it, he really didn’t mean it.

The old master Duan gave him a cold look, glanced into the sickroom, and then walked towards the end of the hallway. Duan Xin thought for a moment and followed.

“What exactly is going on? Which eyes, where is the person from, what nonsense are you talking about!” The old master Duan tapped the floor with his cane, and even though the sound didn’t seem different, anyone could hear the reproof in it.

“I’m not talking nonsense.” Duan Xin pursed his lips: “I really saw someone who looks very much like one of our family, with green eyes.”

At this, Duan Xin glanced at the silent old master Duan, and added, “He is as smart as my uncle, from Fusu, specifically here to participate in the math competition.”

“Math competition?” Old Master Duan’s gaze flickered.

“Yes, a math competition, and he also returned from Fusu. I know dad just came back from Fusu. Grandpa, did dad find him?”

Old master Duan didn’t answer, but was reminded of the day Duan Qirui returned from outside, his unusual demeanor.

He was silent for a long while, then said in a stern voice, “Don’t talk about this matter with anyone else.”

Duan Xin didn’t understand, but still reminded, “They are taking the train back tonight, if it’s too late, it will be too late.”

Old Master Duan gave him a glance, his gaze scornful as he turned around. In this city, there was no person he couldn’t keep.

Duan Qianyang was extremely agitated, and after the emergency treatment, the little breath he was holding onto had depleted by half. However, unlike usual, his will to survive was strong. Although it was a close call, he still made it through.

The moment he opened his eyes, he begged Old Master Duan to see that child.

Just like Duan Xin had said, if it really was a child of the Duan Family, you would recognize it at a glance.

This time, Old Master Duan agreed promptly, which took Duan Qianyang by surprise.

After leaving the hospital and dropping Duan Xin at school, Old Master Duan sat in his car but did not leave; simultaneously, the butler delivered the information he had asked to be checked a few days ago.

Duan Qirui was a person with such severe mysophobia that it bordered on pathological, unable to even complete basic marital relations. Yet, on the day he returned, he didn’t rush to shower, leading Old Master Duan to doubt that he possessed the charm to encourage bathing, as delaying replies wasn’t a matter to be rushed. This was indeed too surprising.

Old Master Duan’s car was parked at the school gate, waiting for the person Duan Xin had mentioned, while looking at the document in his hand.

The document showed that Duan Qirui did not stay long in Fusu, almost leaving by train the same day he arrived.