The all-powerful wife of the wealthy family

Chapter 127 Mysterious Invitation Letter
After listening to Wu Tong's words, especially the sentence "You will never find your favorite Zheng Fangping again in lifetimes", completely defeated Wu Liuqing's last willpower.

It also completely woke up Wu Liuqing.

"Sister, you are in pain now, aren't you? You have been in pain all these years, aren't you?" After waiting for Wu Liuqing for a while, seeing her sitting motionless, in a daze, much calmer than before, Wu Tong said continued:
"Then do you know why you are in so much pain? Do you know the reason? Have you ever thought about it?"

Wu Liuqing hid in the cabinet and overheard the conversation between Zheng Fangping and Zheng Fangzhou. She knew that when Zheng Fangping chose to take the death penalty for her brother for her own sake, she was terrified at that moment.

At the same time, Wu Liuqing also felt the deepest love from her loved one.

It's not that Wu Liuqing didn't think about committing suicide, or that she didn't think about following Zheng Fangping.

However, the fact is that Wu Liuqing did not have the courage to commit suicide.

Wu Liuqing lived in pain, she tortured herself in the name of love, and also found excuses for everything in the name of love.

However, Wu Liuqing couldn't give herself a clear and clear statement in the name of love, letting herself go, and letting go of others' endings.

"Sister, I'm not cruel. In the final analysis, your pain comes from your selfishness!"

"Then what should I do..." Wu Liuqing tore her hair, "Then what should I do?!"

Wu Tong grabbed Wu Liuqing's hand and said, "Come back to Guanzhou with me. I'll take you back to Guanzhou with Apple."

Finally, Wu Liuqing nodded.

Wu Liuqing handed over her own destiny to her sister.

Life and death, resign to fate.

After returning to Guanzhou, Wu Tong settled his sister and Apple in the residence of Kangcheng Community, and found them a doctor, two nurses, a man and a woman, and a nanny who took care of daily chores.

Wu Tong moved all his belongings to Zheng Jiaxuan's private house in Qiaowan.

Now the house on the bridge bay has been completely taken over by Wu Tong.Looking around, Wu Tong has more things than Zheng Jiaxuan's.

Not long after settling in, Wu Tong received an electronic invitation letter from Wu Liuqing's high school classmate Cistanche.

Cistanche was Wu Liuqing's best friend in high school and often came to Wu's house to play, so Wu Tong also recognized it.

"Cistanche?" Zheng Jiaxuan thought the name sounded familiar, "Is that the pianist?"

"Yes, her family is a musical family, and the whole family is engaged in music." Wu Tong said.

"What does she want from you?" Zheng Jiaxuan was very vigilant.

Wu Tong shook his head, "I don't know."

"Has she invited you to see her performance before?" Zheng Jiaxuan asked.

"No, I haven't contacted you for many years." Wu Tong also felt puzzled, "How did she know my email address..."

Zheng Jiaxuan lowered his eyebrows, "Let's go and have a look. When is the performance? I'll take you there."

"Tomorrow." Wu Tong said.

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After waking up from an afternoon nap, Cistanche saw a reminder on the mobile phone of "yellow warning of thunder and lightning, pay attention to bring rain gear".She looked out the window, the sun was shining brightly, there was no cloud in the sky, and there was no sign of rain.

Putting down the phone, Cistanche took out a black knee-drop dress from the closet, unfolded it and put it on the bed.Then she opened the small glass door of the perfume cabinet, picked out a bottle of light jasmine-scented perfume, and lightly sprayed it on the little dress.She didn't carefully spray the incense evenly until the front and back were sprayed evenly.

Then, she turned around and pulled out a vinyl record, gently placed it on the old vertical record player, and the melody flowed out slowly.

After doing this, Cistanche slowly walked to the bathroom, and began to bathe under the warm yellow light.

Bubbles with floral fragrance are jumping and flying.Cistanche likes to apply the fragrance layer by layer on the body.She first uses a light jasmine-scented body soap, then the same body lotion, and finally puts on the little dress that was sprayed with the same fragrance.

At this time, a movement just ended.

Cistanche may have forgotten that it would rain, or maybe she simply did not believe that it would rain in such a fine weather, so she turned off the record player and went out with only a small handmade satchel.

When we arrived at Shuangyu Music Hall, there were already many people greeting each other at the entrance.Most of the older Cistanches knew each other. She smiled and walked over to say hello and hello, and immediately became the focus of attention.Naturally, tonight is the "Recital to Commemorate the [-]th Anniversary of Yu Qinghua". Yu Qinghua is the grandmother of Cistanche.

Cistanche didn't enter the arena until the concert was about to start, and Wu Tong sat in the back row. She hadn't figured out why Cistanche came here for a while.

The concert started on time, and the familiar songs played one after another, making Cistanche red with jealousy.

"Rong girl..."

Cistanche turned her head to the right when she heard the sound, and saw an old man with white hair sitting in the darkness.Cistanche couldn't figure out which senior it was, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

The old man smiled nonchalantly, and whispered: "I'm afraid you can't remember, I am your Grandpa Mu. The last time I saw you, you were not in elementary school. You don't recognize me anymore, it's normal .”

In order to be able to hear the old man's low words over the sound of the music, Cistanche leaned in and leaned in.At this time, she suddenly smelled the old-fashioned cologne scent on the old man, and she liked him even more.At the same time, the old man also smelled the fragrance of jasmine from cistanche.

Old Man Mu thought to himself, "I actually like Jasmine as much as Qing Hua..."

Cistanche didn't hear this sentence clearly, and asked softly, "What?"

"Don't spray 'mime drama' from now on..." Mr. Mu's meaningful smile was serious, it was a very complicated expression.

Cistanche was very surprised, how did he know that what he sprayed was "mime drama"?This fragrance was released last month.Many people say that this fragrance suits her very well.Why did the old man tell her not to spray anymore?Grandpa Mu... There is no such person in my memory!How did he know so much about perfume?

At this time, it was the turn of the cistanche finale.She walked slowly towards the grand piano in the center of the stage, closed her eyes slightly, and took a few deep breaths indiscriminately.Although for so many years, Cistanche has experienced countless competitions and performances, big and small, but every time she sits in front of the piano in the eyes of everyone, her heartbeat still speeds up, and she is still worried about accidental business trips and leaks. Cannot play with emotion.

Today's atmosphere is even more different. The repertoire performed by Cistanche is very special. It is "Caring" composed by my grandfather and played by my grandmother.It is divided into four movements. Cistanche played the third movement of "Concern", and the melody is full of long thoughts.This piece was composed 60 years ago when my grandmother was performing all over the world and my grandfather was studying in Germany.They struggled for a better future and endured the torment of six years of separation.

Cistanche has never cared so much about someone before, she can only try to experience the feeling of caring.She knew she had tried her best, and she knew she hadn't really understood the track.After the last note made a beautiful arc, Cistanche stood up, bowed and took the curtain call, and sat back in her seat.At this time, she found that Mr. Mu's eyes were shining.

The host remembered Yu Qinghua passionately, and couldn't help sobbing as he spoke, even his voice was trembling, and many people in the audience quietly followed with tears.

At this time, Wu Tong didn't have the heart to remember the deceased artist.

Wu Tong suddenly realized that the person who invited him over probably wasn't Cistanche.

Who will it be?

After the recital, many young students gathered around the teachers they admired and admired to ask for group photos.

Cistanche and Mr. Mu said goodbye briefly, and left the concert hall.

When walking to the lobby on the first floor, Cistanche saw the pouring rain outside.She tried her best not to wrinkle her brows, and said goodbye to the seniors who had already walked down with a smile. The corner of her eyes was full of lightning bolts.

In order to avoid lengthy greetings, Cistanche hid behind the pillars in front of the gate, waiting for the rainstorm to stop soon.

But the endless rain wore down Cistanche's patience. At first she could faintly hear other people's voices, but later it became so quiet that she could only occasionally hear the distant cicadas.

The Shuangyu Concert Hall is built on the outskirts of the city, and there are basically no cars passing by at this time.Cistanche regretted being too reserved just now, and didn't take the initiative to ask for a ride into the city.But what's the use of regretting now.

Seeing that the rain was going to last forever, Cistanche prepared to call a good friend to pick her up.

At this moment, Wu Tong suddenly came out from the darkness, "Cistanche."

Cistanche turned around, looking for the reputation, "Wu Tong?"

"Don't you know I'll come?" Wu Tong smiled lightly, "I thought you sent me the invitation letter."

Cistanche looked suspicious, "Ah? No... It's been a long time. But now I often see your news."

Wu Tong temporarily put aside his doubts, and said, "Yes, it has been many years, and I was still a child at that time."

Cistanche said regretfully, "Oh, it would be great if your sister was still here. Are your parents okay now?"

"My father is fine, but my mother has passed away." Wu Tong said, "Actually, my sister didn't commit suicide back then."

Cistanche said: "I also don't think she will commit suicide. But the police haven't found the murderer, so it's hard to say."

"My sister is still alive." Wu Tong said slowly.

"What?" Cistanche seemed very surprised.

"Because of some things back then, she had to go abroad, and there was a little misunderstanding inside." Wu Tong said ambiguously, and Cistanche also knew that Wu Tong couldn't explain it in detail, so she didn't ask any more questions.

"It's a good thing no matter what. Is Liu Qing in Guanzhou now? Let's go out for dinner together later."

Wu Tong smiled and said, "Okay, come to my house when you have time."

At this time, a long car horn interrupted their conversation.Wu Tong looked up, and through the dense rain curtain, he saw a black car parked not far away.

The windows of the car rolled down slowly, and the people in the car waved to Cistanche.

Although Wu Tong couldn't see who the waving person was, she somehow felt that the invitation letter might be related to the people in the car.

The door next to the driver's seat was opened, and a thin, tall man stepped out.He walked towards them with a big black umbrella.

Wu Tong saw clearly that the person who came was a young man who had just lost his childishness, who was between a boy and a man.He said to Cistanche in a semi-mature voice: "Teacher Mu invites you to come and sit at home."

Cistanche looked at Wu Tong and thought it was strange, why did everyone I met today use perfume?
What's even more strange is, why do you invite people to your home at this time?

Cistanche thought for a while, and realized that the "Teacher Mu" he was talking about should be the white-haired old man sitting on her right at the concert.

Cistanche asked Wu Tong, "It's raining so hard, how did you go back?"

Wu Tong replied: "Jiaxuan will pick me up later, you go there, don't make people wait."

"Then be careful, we will make an appointment later." Cistanche finished speaking, and under the escort of the black umbrella, she sat in the car without a drop of rain.

Wu Tong watched the black car go away, full of doubts.

Soon, Zheng Jiaxuan drove to pick up Wu Tong.Wu Tong recounted the matter, and found that there was nothing special about it except Mr. Mu.

Zheng Jiaxuan said, "I'll go back and find someone to check."

Wu Tong turned on the stereo, listened to the old songs played on the radio, leaned his head on the car window and stared at the thin rain curtain and became dazed.

Wu Tong suddenly sniffled and said, "Jiaxuan, I want to drink coffee."

"There is a coffee shop at the next intersection." Zheng Jiaxuan said, "Do you want to drink in the shop or in the car?"

"In the car..." Wu Tong's voice seemed weak.

"Okay." Zheng Jiaxuan parked the car on the side of the road, and then turned on the heater before he got out of the car.

When he got back to the car, Zheng Jiaxuan was not only holding a glass of Heiqiao, but also a plaid shirt.

"The clothes in the shop are not of good quality, so you can just wear them." Zheng Jiaxuan stuffed the coffee into Wu Tong's hand, and then put the shirt on Wu Tong's body.

Wu Tong's heart was warm, and there was probably no woman who would not be moved by being taken care of so meticulously.

"Turn on the warm air, and it won't be cold in a while." Wu Tong said.

Zheng Jiaxuan probed Wu Tong's forehead, "Do you have a fever?"

"Maybe a low-grade fever." Wu Tong said, "It's really easy to get sick when the seasons change."

"Take a good rest recently, don't be too tired. You can let go of everything, don't you still have me?" Zheng Jiaxuan restarted the car, and drove towards Qiaowan at full speed.

"Slow down, the vision is not good, don't get into trouble." Wu Tong reminded.

"Don't worry, I'm watching."

Just as he was approaching the door of his house, Wu Tong's phone rang, and the caller ID was Zhou Zhou.

"Hello, Zhou Zhou..."

"Hello, hello! This is Guanzhou People's Hospital. Is this Miss Wu Tong?" There was a woman's voice on the other end of the phone.

Wu Tong replied: "Yes, I am Wu Tong."

"It's like this. Mr. Zhou Zhou just got into a car accident and is being rescued in our hospital. Now there is an emergency. The patient is Rh-negative blood type O, and the blood bank just happened to be in an emergency. According to the historical data of our hospital, Zhou Zhou's father, Zhou Chunfu, also Rh-negative blood type O. We saw you looking for Mr. Zhou Zhou’s father on the show before, did you find it? If you found it, it would be the fastest way to get the old man to donate blood.”

Wu Tong said: "We haven't found his father yet..." Wu Tong frowned, quickly analyzed the current situation, and replied: "You first try your best to rescue them, and let the blood bank call people to donate blood. old sir."

"Okay, as soon as possible."

Zheng Jiaxuan immediately contacted the major media in Guanzhou to release news and carry out tracing activities.I just hope that Zhou Chunfu can see this news and show up as soon as possible for his son.

Wu Tong took his temperature, it was 39 degrees.

"You rest at home! Leave this matter to me. I will find Zhou Chunfu." Zheng Jiaxuan comforted Wu Tong.

Wu Tong quickly swallowed a piece of antipyretic, she didn't take her illness seriously at all, "I just have a cold, it's okay, you take me to the hospital."

(End of this chapter)