"If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. You can take another step and try." Su Yingxia said to Han Sanqian with a threatening look.
After hearing these words, Han Sanqian dared not run, he could only stay in place.
Su Yingxia walked up to her and pinched the tender flesh of Han Sanqian's waist hard, which made Han Sanqian gasp in pain.
"Do you still blame me?" Su Yingxia said through gritted teeth. Thinking that her voice was heard by others, she was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to crawl into. This would make her unable to face other people in the family in the future.
"Blame me, blame me, it's all my fault." Han Sanqian could only take the blame, because from his experience, trying to reason with a woman was a self-destructive thing.
When Su Yingxia pinched Han Sanqian, she also felt distressed, so she couldn't bear to vent all her resentment on Han Sanqian. Moreover, the matter had already happened and she couldn't turn back time. Besides accepting it hard, what other choice did she have?
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"From now on, you sleep on the floor and I sleep on the bed." Su Yingxia said.
Han Sanqian drooped his head. This punishment must be too severe.
However, Su Yingxia was furious at this time, so it was useless to dwell on this matter, and Han Sanqian believed that once Su Yingxia calmed down, she would never bear to let him sleep on the floor.
"We are all adults. It's no big deal. Don't think too much about it." After Han Sanqian finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and continued: "Let's go and show you the scenery of Yunding Mountain."
"Hmph, haven't I seen it?" Although she said something harsh, Su Yingxia still honestly stretched out her hand to hold Han Sanqian.
The two of them jogged all the way to the top of the mountain. Breathing in the sharp cold wind, Han Sanqian said, "Grandpa said that he would visit Nangong Qianqiu's grave today."
Hearing this, Su Yingxia's expression was stunned.
She knew very well how much Han Sanqian hated Nangong Qianqiu, but she also knew that Han Sanqian would never go against what Han Tianyang said.
"Now that the matter has passed, as a grandson, you should go and take a look." Su Yingxia said.
"Do you think so too?" Han Sanqian looked at the north, his eyes looking helpless.
Su Yingxia quickly changed the subject and said: "Of course not, she has brought you so much pain, and she can be treated as if she has not lived at all if she dies. But if grandpa wants you to do this, do you still want to go against grandpa's wishes?"
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Han Sanqian shook his head.
Su Yingxia held Han Sanqian's hand tightly and continued: "I know you are wronged. How about I make it up to you tonight? I have other clothes."
Han Sanqian swallowed unconsciously, and suddenly felt that it was not a big deal to visit Nangong Qianqiu's grave.
After a morning run, when they returned home, the group of people dressed up and headed towards Yuncheng Cemetery.
It's still those two Audis. As the highest-ranking person in Cloud City, Han Sanqian's transportation vehicle is low-key, but anyone who knows these two cars will always look at them with respect.
A very interesting thing happened on the way. Han Sanqian was forcibly blocked while driving, but the driver of the other vehicle seemed to suddenly realize that this Audi was not ordinary, and quickly stopped the car and gave Han Sanqian a 90-degree turn.
Bowing is like an apology.
After arriving at the cemetery, there were many people visiting the graves today, including some wealthy people. The most eye-catching one was a big man wearing a mink coat and a gold chain as thick as a finger. He looked like a nouveau riche at first glance.
The upstart looked at the Audi car with a disdainful expression on his face, but when he saw the people getting out of the car, he instantly put away his disrespectful attitude.
"Mr. Han, I didn't expect to meet you here." The upstart quickly walked to Han Sanqian, bowed slightly and said.
Nowadays, Han Sanqian knows almost everyone in Yuncheng's business world, but he knows very few people, and he has no impression of the upstart in front of him.
"It's not a good thing to meet in a place like this." Han Sanqian said calmly.
The upstart didn't dare to joke easily, but with a serious expression and a little sigh, he said: "Yes, who wants to come to a place like this? It's all sad."
This flattery just hit the horse's leg. If it were anyone else, Han Sanqian might be sad, but Nangong Qianqiu and Han Sanqian have never felt this way.
"This is not a good place to have a relationship, please leave quickly." Han Sanqian said.
The nouveau riche nodded repeatedly, not daring to say anything, and watched Han Sanqian walk into the cemetery.
After Han Sanqian walked away, a person who looked like a younger brother next to the upstart said with disdain: "Brother, who is this guy? He looks so arrogant. He really doesn't take you seriously at all."
From the younger brother's point of view, if it had been anyone else, his elder brother would have been furious. Who would dare to be so arrogant in front of his elder brother.
"Grass mud horse." The upstart kicked the younger brother and said angrily: "If you can't speak, just shut the fuck up. Do you know who this is? How dare you call him a brat?"
The younger brother looked aggrieved. He originally wanted to speak for the wealthy man, but he didn't expect that he was beaten.
"Brother, who is this?" asked the younger brother.
"Who? Have you heard of Han Sanqian? If you don't know such a big shot, then you shouldn't hang out in Yuncheng." The upstart said.
When the younger brother heard the three words Han Sanqian, the expression on his face instantly became horrified.
"He...he is Han Sanqian!" the younger brother said in shock.
"You are lucky enough to see such a big shot in your life. It is considered a worthwhile trip. You can die in peace from now on." said the upstart.
The younger brother nodded, and instantly felt that he had received a good blow. If Han Sanqian heard what he said just now, his life might not be saved.
Han Sanqian and his party came to Nangong Qianqiu's tomb. The tombstone had been exposed to the sun and rain and was covered with dust. Han Tianyang squatted down, took the towel he had prepared early in the morning, and wiped the tombstone clean.
Han Sanqian looked at this scene with expressionless eyes. For him, this was definitely not something he would do. As for Han Tianyang, he would certainly not stop him.
"Actually, I have forgotten you for a long time, but I didn't expect that you would be the one who brought me the biggest surprise. There should be a piece of your soul in the Nangong family's ancestral hall." Nangong Boring looked at Nangong Qianqiu's grave on the tombstone.
Said in big characters.
This sentence caused Han Tianyang to smile disdainfully and said: "It's too late to think of her now. Although she and I don't have much affection at all, after all, we have been husband and wife for so many years, and her spiritual status,
I will leave it at Han’s house.”
Nangong Boring shrugged and did not refute Han Tianyang's words. He did what he should do. As for whether Han Tianyang accepted it, it was not something he cared about.
For Nangong Boring, the most important thing is whether Han Sanqian is willing to become the head of the Nangong family. If it weren't for Han Sanqian, he would never have appeared in front of Nangong Qianqiu's tomb.
"Three thousand, in a sense, she was abandoned by her family just like you." Han Tianyang said.
"So she can inflict the pain she has endured on me?" Han Sanqian said coldly.
Han Tianyang sighed, it seemed impossible to resolve Han Sanqian's hatred for Nangong Qianqiu.
Of course, he would not force Han Sanqian to forgive Nangong Qianqiu. After all, he had not experienced Han Sanqian's pain and was not qualified to persuade Han Sanqian to be generous.
"Let's put some incense on it," Han Tianyang said.
Su Yingxia handed three sticks of incense to Han Sanqian. Han Sanqian held his hand toward the sky, without bending down and kneeling down. He said lightly: "Watch carefully in the sky, who can support the Han family? What the world will remember is
I am Han Sanqian, not Han Jun."
After speaking, Han Sanqian handed the incense back to Su Yingxia.
Su Yingxia bent down and inserted it in front of Nangong Qianqiu's grave.
"You go first, I will accompany her later," Han Tianyang said.
Han Sanqian turned around and left without any hesitation.
Han Tianyang sighed and said to Yan Jun who stayed behind: "Isn't it unfair to him if I let him come?"
"Yes." Yan Jun said, because he saw with his own eyes how Nangong Qianqiu treated Han Sanqian. If he were Han Sanqian, he would not be willing to come to Nangong Qianqiu's grave. This hatred that has been accumulated for a long time, and
It won't disappear just because of Nangong Qianqiu's death.
"Hey." Han Tianyang shook his head, looking a little helpless.