Chapter 57 - Loving What You Love, Hating What You Hate (1)
writer:Imperial Songs      update:2022-08-15 16:38
  Qiao Jiusheng’s eyelashes trembled a little. She lowered her head, afraid that someone would notice the water in her eyes.

  Suddenly, the arm around her waist tightened. Then, Fang Yusheng’s voice entered her ears. “Qi Yunsheng, what are you doing?”


  Qiao Jiusheng suddenly regained her senses.

  She turned around and looked up, revealing a beautiful face. Smoky makeup covered her face, and one could tell that she should’ve looked pure and beautiful. Qiao Jiusheng smiled at Qiao Sen and Qiao Yunfan, then said in a low voice, “I believe that this gentleman is the eldest brother of the Qiao family. Then, this elder should be Old Master Qiao, right?”


  As Qiao Jiusheng spoke, she walked closer to Qiao Yunfan and Qiao Sen. She faintly smiled at the two of them and said, “Old Master Qiao, hello. I’m Qi Yunsheng.”


  Qiao Sen looked at Qiao Jiusheng with flickering eyes.

  Qiao Yunfan stared at Qiao Jiusheng in a daze. His originally surprised gaze suddenly turned into sorrow.

  He grabbed Qiao Jiusheng’s hand and started sobbing.

  “D*mn it! Who ruined your face? Look at you! How did you change?” Raising his trembling right hand, Qiao Yunfan touched Qiao Jiusheng’s face. He cried as he said, “Xiao Sheng, Grandpa had a dream last night. I kept dreaming that you were crying and shouting for me to save you. After that, you stopped shouting and only cried. God, you actually had your tongue cut off.

  “My poor child, you couldn’t even speak. Grandpa’s heart aches!”


  Qiao Yunfan sorrowfully cried, and tears covered his face.

  Qiao Jiusheng, who stood in front of him, was stunned.

  “Master…” She had just opened her lips when a voice suddenly interrupted her.

  “Old Master Qiao, don’t be agitated. Look carefully. This is my wife, Yunsheng.” Fang Yusheng calmly pulled Qiao Jiusheng into his arms.

  When he pulled her, he even squeezed her palm.

  Qiao Jiusheng stood beside Fang Yusheng and tried to straighten her body to hide the tears that were about to fall.

  “Yes, Grandpa, you’ve got the wrong person.” Qiao Sen held Qiao Yunfan’s hand and pointed at Qiao Jiuyin on the other side. He said to him, “Xiao Sheng is clearly over there.”


  Qiao Yunfan looked away in a daze.

  He stared at Qiao Jiuyin with a confused expression.

  “Xiao Yin, Xiao Sheng…” Old Master Qiao shook his head and vaguely muttered, “This old man is doomed. I can’t even recognize who is Xiao Sheng and who is Xiao Yin.

  “Jingren, help me rest.”


  Qiao Sen, who Qiao Yunfan mistook as his son again, was helpless. He silently sighed and shot a look at his wife. Ji Qing immediately walked over and helped Qiao Yunfan stand up. Qiao Sen apologetically smiled at Qiao Jiusheng and said, “Brother Yusheng, Sister Yunsheng, my grandfather is sick and unconscious. I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you just now. Please forgive me.”


  Qiao Jiusheng did not speak. Fang Yusheng nodded and said to him, “It’s nothing. It’s not easy for Old Master either.”


  “Thank you for understanding.

  “Grandpa, let’s go and rest.” Qiao Sen, his wife, and Qiao Jiuyin brought Qiao Yunfan to the temporary bedroom upstairs to rest.

  The few of them went upstairs, and the conversations resumed in the hall.

  Everyone talked and laughed as if the scene just now had never happened.

  Fang Mu suddenly walked over to Fang Yusheng’s group. He called Fang Yusheng big brother, then looked at Qiao Jiusheng, who was in Fang Yusheng’s arms. “Sister-in-law, did he scare you?”


  Qiao Jiusheng looked up, her face indeed a little pale.

  Fang Mu interpreted her pale face as a result of Qiao Yunfan frightening her.

  Qiao Jiusheng shook her head and pretended to be strong. “It’s nothing. I understand that Old Master Qiao is not in good health.”


  “That’s good.”


  Fang Mu glanced at Qiao Jiusheng’s gown, and his heart rippled. He suppressed those emotions, and his cold face softened. “Where did you buy Sister-in-law’s dress?”


  “What is it?”


  “I want to buy a few for Xiao Sheng too,” Fang Mu explained.

  Qiao Jiusheng gently smiled and softly said, “It was designed by Miss Wei Xin.”


  Fang Mu was stunned.

  “Oh, thank you!”


  He turned around and left.

  “Hmph!” Fang Yusheng snorted. “Eat what’s in your bowl and look at what’s in your pot. Son of a bitch!”


  Qiao Jiusheng nodded and said, “Yes, indeed.”


  Qiao Sen and the other two quickly came downstairs.

  Qiao Jiuyin slowly walked over and apologized to Qiao Jiusheng. Qiao Jiusheng naturally accepted her apology. After Qiao Jiuyin left, Ji Qing also leaned over to Qiao Jiusheng.

  Qiao Jiusheng had always liked Qi Jing. For some reason, she felt at ease every time she saw Ji Qing.

  “Hello, I’m Ji Qing, Xiao Sheng’s sister-in-law,” Ji Qing said to Qiao Jiusheng.

  “Hello.”


  They shook hands, then Qiao Jiusheng heard Ji Qing ask, “Young Mistress, you look quite young. How old are you this year?”


  ‘Qi Yunsheng’ answered, “Twenty four.”


  “You’re two years younger than me,” Ji Qing said. “It doesn’t feel right to call you Eldest Young Mistress. Why don’t I call you Yunsheng?”


  “Okay.”


  Ji Qing sat down beside Qiao Jiusheng. She looked very gentle, and it was obvious that she was a kind woman. Qiao Jiusheng sat beside her and subconsciously relaxed. Ji Qing suddenly said, “Yunsheng, the gown you’re wearing tonight is very similar to what Xiao Sheng wore at her university’s graduation ceremony.”


  “Hmm?” Qiao Jiusheng showed a surprised reaction. “Really?”


  “Of course. Your figure is very similar to Xiao Sheng’s. That’s why Grandpa mistook you.”


  Hearing this, Qiao Jiusheng subconsciously looked up at Qiao Jiuyin. She asked Ji Qing, “Do I have a similar figure to Second Young Mistress?”


  “Didn’t you notice? From the back, you two look almost the same.” Ji Qing sighed. “If Ah Yin weren’t gone and I had seen you suddenly, I would’ve thought that you were the Qiao family’s daughter!”


  Qiao Jiusheng could not tell whether Ji Qing had noticed something amiss or not, so she did not dare to reply rashly.

  Twenty-four