"Bad deeds?" The Jimo Family has plenty of people involved in bad deeds, the bad deeds they’ve committed are countless, aren’t they?

This doesn’t stir any emotional fluctuation in her, but seeing the seriousness in the old master’s expression, she still nodded: "You should rest well, people who do bad deeds will definitely be punished."

"Jimo is going to be no more." A tear rolled out from the clouded eyes of Jimo Xiao, the tear bead carrying a few hints of murkiness.

Qhianqhian was stunned. Actually, in her eyes, the existence of the Jimo Family wasn’t all that important. Among the family, only two people had given her beautiful memories back then, and now, those two people were in foreign countries, so she didn’t need to worry about anything.

After wiping away Jimo Xiao’s tears, she softened her voice to a gentle tone unfamiliar to most: "You don’t need to worry too much, causation is cyclical, everything is predetermined, whether it’s fortune or misfortune, it’s already decided."

There was struggle in Jimo Xiao’s eyes as he clasped Qhianqhian’s hand: "Promise me."

"What?"

"Hold onto the Jimo Family’s bloodline!" The old master’s eyes were filled with seriousness, making Qhianqhian’s heart race. It seemed like something was going to happen. She wasn’t sure why she just had this premonition.

After a moment of silence, she nodded: "Rest assured, I will."

Even if the people of the Jimo Family are gone, there is still Jimo Cheng, isn’t there? He possesses all the good genes and will surely inherit everything from the Jimo Family.

Only after hearing Qhianqhian’s assured answer did Jimo Xiao breathe a sigh of relief, looking towards the table beside him: "Those are all yours, I’m entrusting them to you."

After speaking, two tears slid from the corners of his eyes, and his eyes slowly closed.

And the large hand tightly holding Qhianqhian’s hand also limply released, falling onto the bed, as if it had never tightened around hers.

Qhianqhian was startled, panic spreading across her face, as she reached a finger out to Jimo Xiao’s nose, but no breath was present, nor was there any pulse beneath her ear. The whole person had lost the strength of life.

Qhianqhian was dumbfounded, shaking Jimo Xiao: "Grandpa Xiao!!"

But the withered elder didn’t respond, only those two tears fell along his cheeks onto the pillow, as if his final attachments to this world.

As his body temperature slowly decreased, Qhianqhian chuckled bitterly. So, it was like this? Is that why she had that premonition? Luckily she came, otherwise wouldn’t she have missed seeing him one last time?

Calmly waving her hand, she cleaned the old master’s cheeks; his clothes were clean too, looking freshly changed. Was it because he knew he didn’t have much time left, so he prepared these?

Silently, she took out her phone and made a call.

Jimo Xiao had lived long enough, hadn’t he? Jimo Kong was his grandson, and Jimo Kong’s grandson is over twenty, he lived for over a hundred years, it could be said he lived long enough. Perhaps that’s why he cared so much about the bloodline inheritance?

As people are nearing death, their words are kind, so did he seriously entrust something important just now? And... is something going to happen with the Jimo Family? Otherwise, why would he entrust something so solemnly?

She opened the box under the table, seeing inside were the Stones she always wanted to take from Jimo Xiao’s place, varied and colorful, full of youthful vitality.

"Qhianqhian, you’re really..." Qhianqhian gently shook her head, collected the box, and waited for the car.

When she stood in Jimo Xiao’s Memorial Hall, she was surprised to find there weren’t many people coming to pay their respects. Besides the people she’d brought to handle his funeral, only Han Chen and the timid-looking little boy were left.

She pulled at the corners of her mouth, listening to the eulogies, and suddenly felt the cold indifference of the world.

She buried the old master’s ashes under an unnamed tombstone, tugged at the corners of her mouth: "Rest assured, I’ll keep my promise to you." She placed a bouquet of lotus flowers in front of his grave.

She never liked chrysanthemums; there were enough chrysanthemums in the memorial hall, and today’s most striking flowers at the shop were lotus. She bought them along with lotus pods.

A breeze blew past, soothingly, carrying the fragrance of lotus flowers around her.

She turned to leave without hesitation.

Didn’t expect she’d be the only one to have paid respects to the old master, just a bit sad.

Who knows how Grandpa Kong would react if he learned of this news?

She lightly sighed, seeing Elvis waiting below at the cemetery for her, she gently smiled: "Have you waited long?"

"No," Elvis shook his head: "By the way, your little brother is coming back, his flight’s tonight."

"Got it, remind me to pick him up tonight," Qhianqhian froze, her sadness swept away: "Second Uncle and Dad have been quite busy lately, haven’t they?"

"Second Uncle has been having video calls arguing with Father every day, saying the plans aren’t working," Elvis replied with a helpless expression: "But An Hao has started attending classes, seems to be getting along well with classmates."

"Yes, kids, if I hadn’t said earlier, I’m afraid he’d bring his little friends home." Qhianqhian gently shook her head, clearly somewhat resigned to this brother.

"Xiao Yu has been going out a lot lately, seems to be hanging out with classmates." Elvis cautiously mentioned, evidently unsure what attitude to have towards He Wenyu’s activities, whether to keep constantly vigilant or let her be.

But Qhianqhian had been noticeably busy these days, so she hadn’t asked her.

Hearing this, Qhianqhian paused, then smiled: "Don’t worry about her, she’ll talk to me if anything’s up; she knows her limits."

Sometimes she has to thank Zhao Wenxuan’s presence, otherwise they wouldn’t maintain trust, nor would liking someone cause rifts.

"Hmm," Elvis breathed a sigh of relief, as, to his knowledge, He Wenyu mainly went out with boys.

"She always returns before An Hao’s school ends, never late to pick him up," Elvis quickly added with a smile.

Qhianqhian looked indifferent: "It’s fine if she’s late, An Hao can walk back himself; An Hao isn’t a little fool."

Not a fool indeed, but...

Elvis looked at the pile of candies and cookies beside him, feeling embarrassed to say they were given to An Hao by another little girl, and An Hao worried for Qhianqhian wanted them piled in the car, asking him to give her some whenever her mood seemed off.

A younger brother doing this much, isn’t he clever?

Qhianqhian gently closed her eyes, having been busy with Jimo Xiao’s funeral recently, she was somewhat weary. The feeling of knowing a person around her died...