The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 866 This company is not named Li

Qin Feng also said with a sense of self-blame, "Qingqing, I..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qing said, "Okay, if you want to see me this time, just tell me directly!"

Qin Feng curled his lips and said, "I just want to apologize to you and thank you in person."

"No need. I don't need an apology, let alone thanks. Everything I did was for a reason. Now that you're out, let me digress. Go see your two children."

Qin Feng nodded, "I understand."

Shen Qing stood up and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Qin Feng twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Shen Qing without saying a word, "Shen Qing, I'm sorry."

Shen Qing did not respond to her but left.

She walked out of the coffee shop and got into the car directly. She had already become calm about Qin Feng. It did not affect her mood at all.

After Shen Qing left.

Qin Feng was stunned for a few years and then left. He wanted to go see his two children.

Then he walked into a nearby supermarket to buy some things for his two children.

With two children and two mothers, Qin Feng really didn’t know how to face himself.

The bright lights and dazzling array of goods in the supermarket made him feel dizzy. Pushing his cart, he carefully navigated the shelves like a toddler. His eyes were first drawn to the toy section.

Linlin must be four. Qin Feng mentally estimated his son's age. He speculated on what boys like. He wandered the toy section, hesitantly looking at Transformers, remote-controlled cars, Legos... each one made him hesitate. He picked up the latest model of a transforming robot, its metal shell looking cool, but the price made him frown. He put it down and picked up a set of educational-looking building blocks. He imagined his son intently building it, and a smile crept across his lips as he put it in the car.

Xinxin must be five years old. Qin Feng walked to the girls' toy section, and the pink world left him a little overwhelmed. Barbie dolls, playhouse kitchens, singing plush toys... He picked up a Barbie in a princess dress, but then decided it might be too childish.

He remembered that his daughter liked small animals when she was a child. When he glanced at it, he saw a soft, furry cat that could purr and wag its tail when his belly was pressed.

He leaned his face in close and gently rubbed the soft fur, as if he could feel the warmth of his daughter holding it, and then put it in the car. He tried his best to choose two toys that looked good and were within his price range.

After buying the toys, Qin Feng turned his attention to the snack section. He knew that children always liked snacks. He walked to the potato chip aisle, hesitated for a moment, and chose two bags of different flavors, both of which seemed to be popular with them back then.

He then grabbed a few boxes of chocolates and a small bag of brightly colored fruit candies. He also deliberately selected a few items that looked healthier, such as yogurt pudding and some individually wrapped small cakes.

The cart gradually filled with more and more things, each of which carried his heavy thoughts and clumsy fatherly love.

He knew he had let the child down.

He walked to the checkout counter, watching the cashier scan the codes one by one, listening to the beeping sound, feeling both excited and nervous. After paying, he carried two large bags, their fingers aching from the tightness, but he felt at ease.

Walking out of the supermarket, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, giving him a warm halo.

This place is close to Li Jingnan's home, and he plans to go to Li Jingnan's home first.

He looked up in the direction of Li Jingnan's house, his steps somewhat hurried and hesitant.

The toys and snacks in his hands were the first gifts he received from his children after a long separation. He didn't know what was waiting for him, but he knew that he had returned with gifts for his children and a heart that wanted to make amends.

He still mustered up the courage to walk towards Li Jingnan's house.

Although he is divorced from Li Jingnan, he is the father of the child.

……

Relying on his memory, he walked all the way, his steps a little unsteady, but his heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

Finally, the familiar Li family villa appeared before my eyes. It was still the same as I remembered, with a white fence covered with vines, but it seemed more imposing than before.

Qin Feng took a deep breath, walked to the heavy carved iron door, and pressed the doorbell. "Ding Dong—" The crisp doorbell sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet villa area.

His heart was in his throat, and his palms were slightly sweaty. He imagined Li Jingnan's surprised expression when she opened the door, and imagined how much taller his daughter had grown, and whether she would still recognize him as her father.

The door opened with a slight click.

However, the person who appeared at the door was a middle-aged man wearing elegant home clothes and with an unfamiliar face.

The man frowned slightly when he saw Qin Feng, his eyes filled with a hint of vigilance and scrutiny: "Who are you looking for?"

The smile on Qin Feng's face froze, and the thousands of words he had prepared were stuck in his throat. He was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had found the wrong place, and then he looked at the house number carefully. Yes, it was here.

"I...I'm looking for Li Jingnan," Qin Feng's voice was a little dry and uncertain, "and my daughter Xinxin, they live here."

The middle-aged man looked him up and down, a look that made Qin Feng uncomfortable, as if he were looking at an uninvited guest. The man's tone was flat, but with an undeniable sense of alienation: "You've come to the wrong place. There's no one named Li Jingnan or Xinxin here."

"Impossible!" Qin Feng said anxiously, his voice unconsciously rising a few degrees, "This is the Li family villa! I used to live here!"

The middle-aged man seemed startled by his excitement, but quickly regained his composure. He shook his head and said, "Sir, I don't know who you are talking about. Our family has moved here for three years. As for Ms. Li Jingnan you mentioned..."

He paused, as if recalling something. "I heard the previous owner mention that they had moved away long before we moved in. I don't know exactly where they moved to."

"Moved away?" Qin Feng was stunned as if struck by lightning. He stumbled and looked at the man in disbelief. "Impossible... How could they move away? When did they move away? Where did they move to?" He asked anxiously, as if grasping at a last straw.

"I don't know about that," the middle-aged man spread his hands, a hint of impatience on his face. "We completed all the necessary paperwork when we bought the house, and we didn't have much contact with the previous owner. Sir, if you have nothing else to say, I'm closing the shop."

"Wait!" Qin Feng wanted to say something. He wanted to rush into the house to see if they were still here.

But the middle-aged man obviously didn't want to argue with him anymore. He took a step back and made a gesture to close the door: "Sorry, I can't help you. You should look somewhere else."

"boom!"

The heavy iron door closed again, isolating the two worlds.