Qiao Yuning and Chenxing were both surprised because it was already late and the teahouse was completely empty.
The place where they were near the window was even more lonely, and the sudden sound seemed to come out of thin air.
Qiao Yuning turned around and discovered that a middle-aged man suddenly appeared opposite where she was sitting.
The man was wearing a black tight-fitting narrow-sleeved shirt, dressed as a warrior, and was drinking tea.
Neither Qiao Yuning nor Chenxing saw when he sat down or when he poured tea into the cup he got.
The sight in front of her was so weird that it frightened Qiao Yuning. She subconsciously approached Chenxing and stared closely at the person opposite.
"Who are you? Why are you here? When did you come? What are you going to do?!"
Qiao Yuning's voice was trembling a little as she asked the man one question after another.
The man didn't mind her seemingly impolite tone at all. Instead, he smiled and pointed to the seat opposite him, "Sit down and talk. It's not easy to communicate while standing."
Qiao Yuning dared not sit down, but still looked at him warily.
"If I want to hurt you, I have already taken action. It's just the two of you. I can kill you immediately without anyone seeing it."
Qiao Yuning thought about his sudden appearance and silent movements, and she couldn't help but not believe it.
But this made her more and more frightened, and she dared not be disobedient. But she still had to hold Chenxing's hand tightly before she dared to slowly sit down opposite, "Who...are you?"
"Your name is...Yuning?" The man's eyes fell on Qiao Yuning's face, as if he was admiring her carefully.
Being stared at by such a dangerous man, Qiao Yuning was naturally panicked, but for some reason, she had an intuition that the man opposite her would really not hurt her.
She swallowed softly and tried to make her voice sound steady, "It's Qiao Yuning. My surname is Qiao. How do you know my name?"
"Qiao?" The man chuckled, "No, your surname is not Qiao."
Qiao Yuning was puzzled by such incomprehensible words, but there was a smile on the other person's face and there was nothing oppressive about it, which made her bolder.
"What nonsense are you talking about? My surname is Qiao. How can I even know it?"
When Qiao Yuning said this, the man still smiled slightly, "Your surname is really not Qiao."
Inexplicably struggling with this issue with her, Qiao Yuning felt that the other party was pretending to be a ghost, so she immediately asked: "If you have anything to do, just tell me! Of course my surname is Qiao, otherwise what else would my surname be?"
"Your surname is Mu." The man still didn't care about Qiao Yuning's attitude. With Qiao Yuning's confused expression, he said the next sentence, "Because my surname is Mu."
"Did you appear out of nowhere just to humiliate me?"
Qiao Yuning stood up suddenly and looked at him coldly, "I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know. If you want to drink tea, just drink it slowly! I don't care where you know my name, but I
I don’t have time to waste with you, I have to leave.”
In fact, she was still scared. After all, the other party was obviously a person with strong martial arts skills, and she had no confidence that she could slip away under the other party's nose.
The man didn't care when he heard this, but picked up the tea cup and took another sip of tea. Before Qiao Yuning walked to the door, he finally spoke again, "I am your father."
Qiao Yuning and Chenxing were both stunned by this sentence and stood still for a few breaths. Qiao Yuning immediately turned around and wanted to slap him.
In all her life, she has never been humiliated like this by a stranger.
But Qiao Yuning's hand was immediately held, not grabbed, but held.
The man didn't use any force at all. This time he turned around and looked directly into Qiao Yuning's eyes, "Look carefully, are your eyes exactly the same as mine?"
Qiao Yuning felt that she had met a madman, but inexplicably she actually did as the other person said. She really looked into the other person's eyes seriously.
I can't say they are exactly the same, but they are indeed very similar.
Just because of this sentence, the anger in her heart calmed down and was replaced by an inexplicable fear.
She suddenly took a step forward, supported the table with her other hand, and said harshly: "Since you know my name and who I am, you should know who my father is. If you dare to talk nonsense and say such words
Speaking out, I will not let you go, and my father will not let you go either."
Even though the words were harsh, even Chenxing could hear the harsh meaning in these words.
The man just smiled lightly and said, "You look a bit like your mother back then. I'm not talking nonsense. I am your father, and you are my and Yayi's child."
"you……"
The man smiled and stopped Qiao Yuning's subsequent anger, "If that doesn't work, we can just shed blood and recognize our kin here."
Ever since he mentioned those eyes, Qiao Yuning had already begun to beat her heart. Now that this person was so confident in saying that he could use a blood test to test his identity, she was suddenly completely unsure of her identity.
"Sit down! It's the first time today that father and daughter meet. It's time to have a good talk." The man just made a slight effort, and Qiao Yuning sat down where she originally sat.
"Yayi didn't teach you martial arts? Why is that?"
Qiao Yuning wanted to say why he asked herself, but she found this question puzzling.
Obviously the man didn't expect Qiao Yuning to answer. He just smiled and said, "Don't worry, there are many things that I can't explain to you clearly for a while. Let's have something to eat first."
As soon as he finished speaking, several waiters from the teahouse came over, each carrying a tray, and soon seven or eight dishes were placed on the table.
The man pointed at the dishes and plates, "They are all your favorites. After waiting for a day, you must be hungry."
Qiao Yuning looked at the dishes on the table. She raised her eyes and looked directly at the person opposite, "Why do you know me so well?"
"Your mother wrote to tell me. I also know what colors you like, what kind of clothes you like to wear, when you learned to play your first piece of music, and when you called me mother."
His eyes looking at Qiao Yuning now were somewhat loving, which made Qiao Yuning forget her hunger and just stared at him blankly.
"I'm sorry, I'm late. I thought I still had time, but who knew..."
"What's so late?" Qiao Yuning suddenly had a very bad premonition in her heart.
The man's smile disappeared, and a layer of sadness filled his face, "You probably don't know yet, your mother... is dead."