The rich and powerful: the devil's president haunts

Chapter 616 It's time to end ([-])
"It's inappropriate for you to be in a hurry to celebrate this talent's death." Lu Qianxiu shook his head helplessly, "Ah Yuan, calm down, this scene isn't over yet."

"Yes, what the elder brother said is true." Lu Qianyuan smiled hippie, looking like a dog's leg, "Will I still have to force a few tears in front of the media?"

"Cry as long as you can." Lu Qianxiu also had a rare look of relief on his face.

Just as Lu Qianxiu and Lu Qianyuan were chatting happily, Lu Qiancheng's silence was a bit conspicuous.

"What's wrong? The guilt and guilt in my heart is overwhelming?" Lu Qianyuan touched his chest with his elbow, "Don't be sullen, the matter is a foregone conclusion. His death is a relief for us, no, it should be said , is liberation from the world.”

Lu Qiancheng lowered his head halfway and chuckled.

Yes, it is indeed a relief.

"I'm going to a place, let's go first." After finishing speaking, Lu Qiancheng turned around and left the room.

Lu Qianxiu and Lu Qianyuan looked at each other, why did they feel that the reaction of their third brother was not right?

……

Zhao Qi drove the car very smoothly, and he didn't know how long it took before Zhao Qicai stopped the car, then turned his head and said softly to Lu Qiancheng who was in the back seat with his eyes closed, "here we are".

Lu Qiancheng slowly opened his eyes, and the usual coldness in his eyes dissipated at this moment.

Zhao Qi opened the car door for him, stepped on the cobblestones with his shiny leather shoes, and walked forward step by step.

He put a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, looked down at the black and white photo, the corners of his lips slowly raised.

"Mother, I have done everything I need to do. May you rest in peace in heaven."

The weather was getting cooler, and he was wearing a suit jacket, but he still felt a little cold. The breeze blew up the dry leaves that fell at his feet, spinning in the low altitude, and then slowly falling down, a bit bleak.

He stood in front of the tombstone for a long, long time, so long that he felt that his legs were sore and sore, and so long that the light from the sky gradually disappeared, and finally turned into an ink-like night.

Not bringing his mother's ashes back to Nan'an County may be one of his greatest regrets in life. When he thinks that his mother will stay in this land he hates year after year, he will feel a little desolate in his heart.

Zhao Qi came up with a flashlight, and stood respectfully beside Lu Qiancheng.

"Mr. Lu, it's getting late, you should go back and rest."

"I see." He responded lightly, nodded in agreement, but did not move away.

Because he still has one last question he wants to ask his mother. Even in this life, he will not know the answer from her mouth, but he still wants to ask.

"I never thought that I, Lu Qiancheng, would be a bastard who didn't even know who my real father was. Mother, have you ever regretted giving birth to me, have you ever felt a little guilty?"

It was as if his heart had been hit hard, and it hurt so badly.

The ambiguous identity made him feel aggrieved. He didn't live to suffer, not to suffer. He knew that an identity was not that important, but as proud as he was, he really couldn't let go of some things.

His slight sigh was particularly prominent in the silent night, and it took him a long time to leave.

Sitting in the car, he reached out and rubbed his painful temples, frowning slightly.

The phone rang, and he was about to hang up, but when the name on the screen came into his eyes, he connected without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)