The man on the ground paused for a moment without saying anything. He paused for a few seconds and then slowly bent down.
Slowly raising his eyes, Luo Wanqing looked at the servant holding an umbrella on one side.
She had a smile on her face and spoke in a thorny tone.
"Your Mr. Zhou used to kneel in our yard and it was rain or shine, but now he can't even get wet in the rain?"
"Today is the anniversary of my grandfather's death. If Mr. Zhou intends to play some delicate woman drama here, it's better not to come."
After a few sentences, Zhou Yongcun felt a little confused on his face.
Seeing that the servant in his sight was still motionless, Luo Wanqing's tone couldn't help but become more fierce.
"If that's the case, then please ask Mr. Zhou to move. I can't stand such a noble bow from Mr. Zhou in front of my grandfather's grave."
After every sentence, Luo Wanqing clearly had no intention of letting Zhou Yongcun go.
Gu Lanchen was just a few steps away from letting them go, but Zhou Yongcun didn't want to waste all his efforts and waved his hand to signal the servants to leave.
In sight.
Large swaths of rain fell on Zhou Yongcun like a downpour.
Within a moment, Zhou Yongcun's suit was completely soaked.
The corners of Luo Wanqing's mouth were straightened, and his face was cold and hard.
She quietly clenched her fists at her sides and stood in an extremely stiff posture.
At the same time, the refreshing feeling of a blockbuster film also filled Luo Wanqing's eyes.
Grandpa, this bastard has been at large for so many years, and now, Wanwan finally brings him to you.
Grandpa, if you have a spirit in heaven, would you feel happy seeing this?
It was clearly a wet and rainy day all around her. Luo Wanqing looked at the man kneeling on the ground in front of her quietly, feeling like she was in a sea of fire.
At this second, she seemed to jump into a time and space tunnel and fall into the moment of that year.
The tongue of sky-devouring fire swayed crazily in front of her, making her uncomfortable.
Biting her lower lip, Luo Wanqing spoke like this.
"Zhou Yongcun, you haven't seen my grandfather for so many years, do you have so much strength? Didn't you hear the sound when you kowtowed?"
"Why, now you feel that my grandfather is dead and won't accompany you to perform your best?"
Before the people on the ground spoke, Zhou Yuying on the side started to complain, "Luo Wanqing, don't go too far!"
"Snapped!"
Without a word of nonsense, a clean slap sounded.
Luo Wanqing stared straight at Zhou Yuying in front of him, and half of his face quickly stood up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Luo Wanqing, how dare you hit me!"
"If you dare to yell in front of my grandpa again, I will not only beat you, but also tear your mouth to pieces."
While speaking, Luo Wanqing's eyes were fixed on Zhou Yuying.
The latter seemed to want to say something else, his trembling body looked extremely angry.
But...the look in Luo Wanqing's eyes was like a cold sword being drawn out of its sheath. Zhou Yuying was startled and couldn't even utter a single word.
As the two of them exchanged words, a huge "dong" made the air instantly quiet.
I saw that Di Zhou Yongcun kowtowed several times on the ground as if he was using all his strength.
Looking carefully at the place where Zhou Yongcun knocked down just now, there was actually a faint trace of blood.
Tears instantly gathered in Zhou Yuying's eyes, and she covered her mouth, unable to utter even a single word.
With everything in view, Luo Wanqing turned around coldly and continued to supervise Zhou Yongcun to complete this wonderful play.
Finally, the sounds of kowtowing ended with the numbers silently counted in Luo Wanqing's heart. Zhou Yongcun stood up. His usually cunning face now looked a little sadder because of the blood stains.
Zhou Yongcun looked past Luo Wanqing and looked directly at Gu Lanchen. His tone was humble and less arrogant than before, "Is this okay?"
"It's not my decision today."
With a single word, Gu Lanchen stood at the highest point and put the initiative into Luo Wanqing's hands.
Zhou Yongcun's face darkened, and then he forced himself to look at Luo Wanqing with a smile, "Wanwan, according to what you said, I have finished paying homage to Master. I hope we can eliminate misunderstandings in the future and have a good..."
With a slight flick of the eye, Luo Wanqing avoided Zhou Yongcun's outstretched hand very skillfully.
She looked at Zhou Yongcun coldly, not showing any sympathy for Zhou Yongcun just because of these few noddings.
"Zhou Yongcun, you don't have to use this tone to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger."
"You shouldn't be so humble when you held the fire in your hand."
"I didn't bring you here today just to make you kowtow and write off the grudges. I don't want my second uncle to avenge me. I want to push you into the abyss with my own hands."
It was clear that Luo Wanqing was a head above Zhou Yongcun, but his aura was not lost at all.
The person in front of him had such a cold and hard attitude, Zhou Yongcun had nothing to say, so he could only nodded and said with an ugly expression.
"I have done what I should do, and I, Zhou Yongcun, have not sorry for myself."
The matter was over, and Luo Wanqing didn't want to see any shadow of the person in front of him again.
She turned around, and Gu Lanchen understood immediately and waved his hand to the secretary beside him to come forward and speak.
I saw a man in a suit and leather shoes step forward and said expressionlessly, "Mr. Zhou, please."
After the words fell, Zhou Yongcun raised his legs and left as if he didn't want what he wanted.
However, in just a few minutes, only Luo Wanqing and Gu Lanchen were left among the tombstones that had been covered in darkness just now.
The rain is still pouring down from the sky, with no signs of stopping.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, carrying with it the residual coldness, which made one's bones ache.
Gu Lanchen was just about to put the person in front of him into his arms to protect Ichigo, but before he stretched out his hand, Luo Wanqing had already squatted down.
The thin figure looked even paler in the heavy rain. Her little hand seemed to have reached into her bag, and then she took out something.
The clear pure white color looked extremely abrupt in the heavy rain. What was held in the thin little hand was a tissue.
Luo Wanqing stretched out his hand and wiped the stone steps in front of him bit by bit.
The heavy rain had not washed away the blood marks left by Zhou Yongcun just now, but Luo Wanqing wiped them away one by one.
The whole process is not long, but it is not short either.
Gu Lanchen didn't say anything, but gently turned his umbrella towards Luo Wanqing.
The heavy rain poured down mercilessly, soaking half of Gu Lanchen's shoulders.
The bone-chilling dampness couldn't make Gu Lanchen move the umbrella even half an inch. He just stood there, looking at her intently, the heat between his brows and eyes even hotter than the sunshine the day before.
*
Because he experienced heavy rain outside during the day, as soon as he got home, Gu Lanchen asked Ma Li to bring out the ginger soup and coaxed Luo Wanqing to drink a bowl to warm up.
He was very attentive, and he contacted Ma Li to cook this just before he got home.
Seeing the clattering of the people in front of him, Gu Lanchen took the bowl in time.
Glancing at the bottom of the empty bowl, he spoke softly.