Tang Xiaowan had always had a clear distinction between grudges and hatred, and Leng Lingxiao knew it.
But even if you want to suck Jiang Kexin's car, you don't need to do it! Little fool, where am I? Do you want to keep my fiancé as a decoration?
That pink color is indeed an eyesore!
Okay, I'll arrange it for you in a moment. It will be so disfigured that you won't even want it to be a waste collector. It will give you a good outlet for your bad temper.
"Brother Leng, what are you thinking about? Eat quickly! Eat all the amaranth, don't leave any one behind!"
"Okay, there's nothing left, just eat it all."
Leng Lingxiao immediately picked up the amaranth and ate it in big mouthfuls. It was very delicious.
In fact, whether Tang Xiaowan begged Huahua or Brother Leng, Leng Lingxiao was very useful, especially when she acted coquettishly, Leng Lingxiao's heart was melted.
However, he prefers the name Huahua because it is unique.
Tang Xiaowan naturally understood this, so she said delicately: "Huahua, I kind of want to go to your house."
He hesitated, his cheeks slightly red.
She wanted to declare her sovereignty and let others know that Leng Lingxiao belonged to her alone.
Tang Xiaowan suddenly said this, and Leng Lingxiao almost choked. He was looking forward to the stars and the moon, but he had been looking forward to this day.
Could this be a back-up plan to declare sovereignty and deliberately show it to Jiang Kexin?
Not bad, not bad, it’s on the right track!
"Okay, it's a deal, no regrets, we'll go early tomorrow morning!" Leng Lingxiao said excitedly, for fear that Tang Xiaowan would take his words back again.
Sure enough, his worries were soon fulfilled.
"Forget it, I was just kidding, I don't want to go to your house."
At this moment, if Grandma Tang hadn't been sitting beside her, Leng Lingxiao would have pounced on Tang Xiaowan and forcefully kissed her.
He was very angry, very angry.
The hopes that had just been raised were suddenly extinguished.
"I said, classmate Tangtang, how could you go back on your word? You are not allowed to go back on your word. You must go tomorrow."
Immediately, tears burst out of Tang Xiaowan's eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if she was threatened, looking pitiful.
Leng Lingxiao was immediately confused. He obviously hadn't done anything yet.
Could it be that you just spoke in a harsh tone?
"Grandma, look at Huahua, he actually forced me, he was cruel to me, he was cruel to me!"
The voice was very drawn out, with a hint of crying.
Before Leng Lingxiao handed the tissue to him, Tang Xiaowan was already crying and left the restaurant with red eyes and went upstairs.
"Grandma, Tangtang, let me go and check on her." Leng Lingxiao said worriedly.
Tang Mei shook her head, smiled and waved her hands.
She didn't know her own granddaughter yet. She probably went to the kitchen, touched hot peppers but didn't wash her hands, and just touched her eyes.
What a coincidence, we just caught up!
"But..." Leng Lingxiao hesitated, still a little worried.
He only saw Tang Xiaowan crying, and he felt very guilty. He thought it was because of his inappropriate language. He would never have imagined that it was because of the pepper.
Seeing this, Tang Mei said seriously: "She's just a little shy. It's okay. Let her stay by herself. Besides, you'd better go home in the evening and help explain that Tangtang is here but she doesn't come to visit. It’s always wrong.”
"Okay, then I'll come over early tomorrow morning?" Leng Lingxiao said tentatively, for fear of being rejected.
"Yeah, okay."
Leng Lingxiao nodded with some relief.
He really wanted to stay and spend more time with Tang Xiaowan, but Grandma Tang had already made up her mind about this, so it was hard to make any excuses.
…
Two hours later, Huangcheng Cemetery.
At this moment, the night was already dark, and Tang Mei came here alone.
She did not go straight to a certain tombstone, nor did she burst into tears. Instead, she walked slowly around it, as if she were walking in a garden.
The black cheongsam, black handbag, and even the ink jade hairpin are all black.
All the outfits are very solemn.
Suddenly, a deep voice came: "Long time no see, are you okay?"
If it were anyone else, he would probably be scared to death.
However, Tang Mei still maintained an incomprehensible calmness and slowly turned around.
"It turns out to be Mr. Wang. Nice to meet you."
At this moment, most people in Huangcheng had fallen asleep, but two old men over sixty years old met in the cemetery. No one believed them.
"I knew you were coming."
Tang Mei was very surprised. Black Handbag couldn't help but tighten her grip a little and looked at Wang Jinghui intently.
"Don't be surprised. In fact, I come here every year on this day and at this time, but the people I see are different every time, and their identities are different."
Obviously, Wang Jinghui is sitting back and waiting.
"Mr. Wang's words sound very strange. I haven't been back for decades."
Wang Jinghui suddenly became excited and approached step by step: "Tell me, what happened to your father on this day 45 years ago? Overnight, you disappeared too! A few months later, why did you change your identity and approach him again? I left after giving birth to a child, and you lied to me that I died of hemorrhage?"
"Mr. Wang, I don't understand what you are talking about. If you think that I am someone to you, unfortunately, you have made a mistake."
Tang Mei's eyes were blazing and her tone was tough.
"Admit your mistake? Okay, then tell me, how should I call you, Miss Jiang, Miss Tang, Mrs. Wang, Director Yang, or Mrs. Li? In the past few years, the men you have come into contact with are either wealthy foreign businessmen or wealthy businessmen. A prominent family in a high position, why?”
As a rich man, Wang Jinghui is indeed very rich.
Over the years, he has been to many places all over the world, and wherever he goes, he is just looking for people under the guise of discussing business.
He is looking for his lover, his wife.
"Mr. Wang, there are many people who look alike in the world. You really got the wrong person."
"Really?" Wang Jinghui smiled helplessly, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, "I knew this was the answer, and it is indeed true. To make a long story short, marry me."
"Mr. Wang, first of all, thank you very much for your willingness to sell the house on Chunlei Street to me. My name is Tang Mei. It is mentioned in the contract. If you still don't believe it, you can check with your lawyer."
Wang Jinghui couldn't listen to Tang Mei's words at all, or maybe he didn't take it to heart.
He walked directly one step away from Tang Mei.
"The betrothal gift is Nanfeng Mansion. Think about it, at our age, how long can we live?"
"Mr. Wang, let me reiterate. My name is Tang Mei. I am a non-marriage person. Although I have a little granddaughter, she was adopted from an orphanage. If you don't believe it, just go check it out."
"Do you think I haven't checked? Those people, all of them, seem to have disappeared from the world. They are not found at all, or they died unexpectedly. I have secretly investigated every change in your identity, including the inheritance Mrs. Li, who has inherited tens of millions of dollars, doesn’t make it clear because she’s afraid that you might have something… that’s hard to tell.”
After hearing this, Tang Mei suddenly raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
After a pause, she took out her ID card from her black bag and slowly flashed it to Wang Jinghui's eyes.
"It's not me anyway, please get out of the way."
"About Nanfeng Mansion, I'm serious. Don't rush to refuse. Think about it. Starting from tomorrow, at six o'clock every morning, I will go to the old place to wait for you. Come to me after you have thought about it."
"My granddaughter and I are here for vacation. We may leave one day. Thank you for Mr. Wang's love."
"See you at the same old place."
After Wang Jinghui finished speaking, he left lonely.
Five minutes later, Tang Mei suddenly felt dizzy and before she could reach out to touch the nearby railing, she fell heavily to the ground.
The gray hair on her temples was blown by the wind, her eyes were tightly closed, and her face was bloodless.
(End of chapter)
