Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 348 - 351: Farewell

Chapter 348: Chapter 351: Farewell

"Wen Qiu, what’s happened to you?"

Qian Fuchen took a long while to come back to his senses, staring astonishingly at his most trusted subordinate before him.

"I’m alright, it’s just a minor injury. Mr. Qian, I have come today to bid you farewell."

Uncle Qiu’s gaze held complexity as he looked at his benefactor, Qian Fuchen, who had been so ravaged by illness that he was extremely frail, almost as if a single gust of wind could knock him over. A deep sense of guilt surged within Uncle Qiu. If it hadn’t been for the encounter with the instructor’s friend, he would have stayed by his side to accompany him through the last journey of his life no matter what.

Over the years, their relationship had grown to be much more than the initial gratitude that had bonded them. After so many years of daily interaction, how could they remain unfeeling? If it weren’t for their deep affection, even to the extent of loving everything associated with him, would he have agreed to Qian Xiaojie’s persistence to target Xiao Yi?

But now...

Mr. Qian, I’m truly sorry. Uncle Qiu could only sigh deeply in his heart and silently apologize.

"Farewell?"

Qian Fuchen was shocked, almost jumping up, staring incredulously at his subordinate, wondering if he had misheard.

"Yes, farewell, Mr. Qian, I, Li Wenqiu, must apologize to you this time!"

Uncle Qiu looked at the expression on Qian Fuchen’s face, a flicker of reluctance passing through his eyes. But remembering the instructor, remembering the words spoken by that formidable young man, Xiao Yi, the night before, he still bit his teeth hard.

"Wen Qiu, did I do something wrong? You had promised me that you would handle the matters that follow and help Xiaojie become the family head, hadn’t you?"

Qian Fuchen looked at Uncle Qiu, listening to his words once again, and finally confirmed that he hadn’t misheard. This most trusted subordinate was indeed proposing to leave him, and his expression suddenly became agitated.

His pale face, due to the agitation, flushed slightly with color.

This news was too hard for him to accept. Over the years, he had come to treat him as his own brother. All these years, he was the only one who truly understood him. This man who seldom spoke but always gave him the greatest peace of mind, having him by his side, even just thinking of him, gave him a confidence that everything was under control. And now he was about to leave?

This was something he had never considered!

Over the years, he had grown accustomed to having him by his side; he had even entrusted all his affairs to him!

"Mr. Qian, you haven’t done anything to wrong me. Over the years, you have treated me, Li Wenqiu, like a brother. Being able to follow you for so many years has been my fortune. This time, it is I who have wronged you. I’m afraid I won’t be able to fulfill what I promised!"

Uncle Qiu tightly bit his lips, bowed his head deeply, and his eyes conveyed deep remorse.

"Wen Qiu, you know, my days are not long now, must you really go?"

Qian Fuchen looked at the bowed head of Uncle Qiu, his face pale, staring blankly for a long while before speaking with profound sorrow.

"Mr. Qian, I’m sorry!"

Li Wenqiu raised his head, glanced at Qian Fuchen, then once again bowed his head deeply. He dared not meet Qian Fuchen’s gaze, unable to face it. He feared that if he looked any longer, he would agree to his request and not be able to leave.

"Wen Qiu, give me two more years, please? You know, my good-for-nothing son...if it weren’t for you, I fear..."

Looking at Li Wenqiu, who kept his head down, Qian Fuchen finally understood that this time, Li Wenqiu really had no choice but to leave; his mind was set. His complexion changed dramatically for a moment as he gritted his teeth.

Over these years, thanks to him, the Qian Family’s power had expanded dramatically, and they had become the foremost family in City D, leaving the families that were once their equals far behind. Qian Fuchen being able to take absolute control of the Qian Family so quickly also owed much to him. The slight favor he, Qian Fuchen, had once shown to him, Li Wenqiu, had long been fully repaid. Now that he needed to leave, he, Qian Fuchen, had no right and no grounds for any complaints against him.

However, given the current situation, he truly couldn’t be at ease. He really couldn’t do without him.

All he had left was not much; half of his body was already in the grave, only his head remained above the soil, barely clinging to life. Having brought the Qian Family to this level in his lifetime, he felt no regrets and no shame towards his ancestors. But regarding his son, he was painfully aware that without Li Wenqiu right now, his son would definitely be unable to control the Qian Family in the future. Moreover, without one or two years to stabilize, the Qian Family might very well be exploited by the other families.

Therefore, he had no choice but to resort to a less ideal solution.

"Wenqiu, I... Qian Fuchen am begging you, please?"

Looking at Li Wenqiu, who still just kept his head down and pressed his lips together, Qian Fuchen gritted his teeth and knelt down to Uncle Qiu.

"Mr. Qian, what are you doing!"

Uncle Qiu, of course, wouldn’t let Qian Fuchen kneel down. As soon as he moved, he quickly reached out and held him up.

"Mr. Qian, please don’t make it difficult for me. This time, I really cannot stay with the Qian Family any longer."

Uncle Qiu looked helplessly back at Qian Fuchen, who wanted to say something else, and hardened his heart as he gritted his teeth.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Qian. I truly have no other choice, but before I go, I have a heartfelt warning for you—tell the young master not to provoke that young man named Xiao Yi. That man is not someone he or the Qian Family should trifle with!"

Uncle Qiu once again gritted his teeth, his gaze firmly fixed on Qian Fuchen.

"Xiao Yi?"

Qian Fuchen was startled for a moment, his mind completely unable to grasp why Li Wenqiu would suddenly mention Xiao Yi. But before he could figure it out, his phone had already started ringing insistently.

"Ringing..."

"Mr. Qian, I will take my leave now. I’ve said all that needs to be said, and perhaps, we may never meet again. You... take care!"

Uncle Qiu raised his head, took one last look at Mr. Qian, and when he said the word ’take care,’ his gaze subtly paused for a moment, showing a hint of pain, but he still spoke it out. After he finished, he turned around and quickly walked out of the room.

"Wen..."

Qian Fuchen watched the resolute, somewhat lonely figure leave and wanted to call out to him, but the ringing of his phone asserted itself again.

He could only sigh deeply in resignation.

In that moment, deep sorrow and loss showed in his eyes. His already weary expression seemed to age even more in an instant.

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