Miss, Take Responsibility for Me

For this very reason, the Qi Group has been striving to cooperate with Diers of RC Group, hoping to rely on RC's advanced heavy industry technology to restore the former glory of Qi Group.

From the moment Qi Siming entered the room and approached Ou Junsan, his face had a particularly unpleasant color, and he intentionally kept a distance from Qi Tianhao as they walked.

Although Qi Tianhao was his grandfather, what happened to Qi Xin had created a deep resentment for him in Qi Siming's heart.

Qi Xin was just a child, a child who did not require much money. Even if Qi Tianhao hated Qi Xin's mother or thought ill of her, she was still of Qi Family's bloodline.

Yet, this man who always talks about righteousness and morality, who frequents temples for prayers and donates large amounts of money to them, refused to spend a penny to support his own granddaughter.

After that night, although Qi Siming followed Qi Tianhao back, he soon went to study in New York, America. Until now, he has only visited the Qi Family Old Mansion ten times.

Much of his time is spent in the original Qi residence. After the old mansion was sold by Elder Qi, whenever he returned, he would stay in the hotels invested by either the Nangong or the Ou Family.

Both families were wealthy enough to take on the Qi family.

"Can you walk a little faster?" Qi Tianhao took a couple of steps forward and was somewhat discontented with the slow-paced Qi Siming trailing behind him.

"Whether I walk slow or fast, it seems to be none of your concern." Qi Siming said coldly.

The polite words carried a profound distance.

"You..." Qi Tianhao stared at Qi Siming for a moment and tapped his dragon-headed cane, "If the Qi Group collapses, don't think you'll be able to escape it. Do you even recognize who provided you with the splendor you're enjoying now?!"

Before Qi Siming could respond, a man's voice suddenly cut in, "Qi Siming, I heard that your album's been selling like hotcakes again, made quite a bit of money, have you?" This was none other than Nangong Wuyi, whose voice was so loud that it drew the attention of everyone at the banquet onto Qi Siming.

Despite being a man, Qi Siming's face was as refined as if he was a divine person in a painting, flawlessly perfect. There was no angle from which one could find a single fault, every side of him was a piece of art. Just like Ou Tiandao, Qi Siming was also mixed race.

His mother was a Dane, born out of wedlock to a mistress from a Danish noble family. Her father was a good friend of Qi Tianhao. After her death, Qi Tianhao adopted her as his goddaughter. She grew up without any emotional attachment to her father. When she grew up, it was only natural that they got married, but Qi Siming knew, his father never loved his mother. Their union was forced by Qi Tianhao's coercion. Similarly, his mother loved another man and had no affection for his father.

The year his mother committed suicide by jumping off a building was the same year the man she loved died in a car accident on the highway.

Everyone thought it was Qi Xin's mother who drove her to suicide, but Qi Siming knew that his mother wouldn't care at all about how many mistresses his father had.

The real warmth in his home was provided by Qi Xin and her mother, rather than by his own biological mother.

"Not much, just a few million dollars." Going with the flow of Nangong Wuyi's words, Qi Siming let his stunning blue eyes sweep over the crowd, and his sexy lips slightly opened.

"That's impressive! Just for an album. I heard you've been offered a movie role in China for seven million dollars, is it true?" Ou Tiandao joined the conversation, not wanting to be left out.

How could he miss out on such a lively discussion, right?

"Over ten million." Qi Siming smiled warmly.

In the crowd, someone looking at Qi Siming's face asked his friend somewhat strangely, "Uh... is that Qi Siming, the singer?"

"No shit!! Who else could look so much like Qi Siming and be named Qi Siming?" His companion disdainfully replied.

"Wow!! It really is Qi Siming!! They say he's from Tac City, but I didn't believe it. Can't believe he's truly from Tac City!! How lucky are we to be in the same place as Qi Siming!"

"Qi Siming, can you give me an autograph?? I really like you!!"

Once Qi Siming's identity was revealed, the elegantly poised ladies, who until a moment ago were sipping their wine and laughing under their breath, instantly went into a frenzy, pulling pens from their purses and crowding around Qi Siming for his autograph.

Qi Tianhao's face looked particularly unsightly, but he swallowed his words and moved towards Ou Junsan. Coughing awkwardly, he tried to hide his embarrassment, "Junsan, I heard that Diers is here today, is it true?"

If Qi Tianhao himself hadn't called out to Ou Junsan, it's likely that Ou Junsan would've pretended to have severe myopia, intense astigmatism, glaucoma and even retinopathy just so as to ignore this old guy.

Ou Junsan was also infuriated with how Qi Tianhao was treating his own biological granddaughter. His beloved wife, Dai Keyun, was known for her loyalty and conscience in the underworld. When she learned about the situation, she immediately dispatched people to find Qi Xin. When they were unsuccessful, she almost stormed the Qi Family with her spiked club.

Consequently, Dai Keyun decided to ignore Qi Tianhao.

Due to the fact that their elder generations had a good relationship, Ou Junsan grudgingly indulged Qi Tianhao, "Elder Qi, what brings you here today?"

If there's nothing else, you can leave.

He didn't invite you!!

"I wanted to discuss something with Diers. The president of the RC Group visits China infrequently. I've travelled to Italy several times, but he was always away on business. This time, since he's in China, I wanted to talk to him myself."

"Diers just went to the restroom. The atmosphere here seems to be making him a little uncomfortable. Could Elder Qi wait for a bit?" Ou Junsan still managed to speak politely.

"Alright!" Qi Tianhao glanced at the disdainful gazes around him, awkwardly rubbing the dragon-headed cane in his hand to divert his attention.

...

Upon entering the restroom, Diers breathed a sigh of relief, loosening a few buttons on his shirt to reveal his slender neck, and sighed at his own reflection in the mirror.

Once the banquet was over, he'd have to confront Ou Tiandao.

What kind of information had he unearthed? Where is that girl!

How is she doing?

After all these years, is she doing well! Did the gunshot wound from back then leave any lingering problem; if it caused her any harm, it's a debt he could never repay in this lifetime.

"Whimper..." A sorrowful sobbing sound reached Diers' ears.