Wang Minglan weighed it for a moment and then said solemnly: "Can you please stay?"
She was worried that Luo Minghao would make a comeback, and she wanted Song Yiqing to stay to scare him.
Regardless of whether the two of them are wealthy wolves or tigers and leopards, if Luo Minghao could benefit from the Luo family's great business, then she would rather give it all to Song Yiqing.
Choosing to let her stay was a last resort. She was physically and mentally exhausted and really couldn't support the Luo family.
Song Yiqing was stunned for a moment, then raised her head and glanced at Fang Huaian.
She was very torn. There seemed to be a force in her heart that was driving her to stay, and a voice told her not to mind her own business.
Luo Tiegen stood up at the right time: "Aunt, please stay. Grandpa, maybe..."
His eyes turned red, and then a few tears fell.
Song Yiqing couldn't see him crying, so she touched the top of his head: "Okay. I'll go upstairs to check on Mr. Luo first."
She glanced at Wang Minglan, who avoided her gaze.
She had mixed feelings in her heart, and she swallowed them all alive.
With all her conscience, she has absolutely no intention of embezzling the Luo family's property.
To her, money is an external thing, and what she wants has never been material abundance and enjoyment of life.
Fang Huaian did not object to her decision and followed her upstairs to visit Luo Mingsheng.
The once powerful man is now lying there dying, which is very sad.
Song Yiqing felt his pulse, which was as shallow as if it were weak, indicating that it was terminal.
"I guess he won't survive for a few days."
Fang Huaian held her in his arms as if to comfort her: "Don't be sad, I know you tried your best."
She nodded and told Wang Minglan the news, asking her to prepare in advance.
Wang Minglan's eyes were empty, and she only held Luo Tiegen in her hands. If she didn't have an underage grandson, she would have disappeared from this world with him.
Unusually, she did not cry, but said calmly: "I understand."
For three days in a row, the entire Luo family was shrouded in a dark cloud. The servants acted cautiously, for fear of frowning their masters.
The Luo family did not hide the news. Luo Ming was seriously ill and was about to die, which became the biggest gossip news in the world recently.
Song Yiqing looked at the increasingly lower numbers on the instrument and took back the silver needle in her hand.
"It's useless, I can't save him."
At the end of the road, it would be torture for him to continue acupuncture to prolong his life.
Wang Minglan stayed by his bedside, touched his face, and talked about the past.
Song Yiqing withdrew, leaving the room to the two of them.
There were people coming and going throughout the villa, but it was extremely quiet.
She stroked her forehead and returned to her room to rest.
Thinking of Luo Minghao, who had not come to cause trouble in the past few days, she felt faintly uneasy. This was not like his behavior.
Luo Minghao also wanted to go to Luo's house to investigate the situation, but he was really exhausted these days.
Mao Suqin made such a fuss inside that the police had no choice but to call. At first, he hesitated, but then he hung up the phone and left her crying inside.
The police were so disturbed by her quarrel that they had no choice but to come to the house in person to invite Luo Minghao.
He didn't dare to get too serious with the police, so he went to the police station.
When Mao Suqin saw him, she started to curse: "I was kind enough to save you, but it's been so long and you haven't come to save me or come to see me. Do you really think I can't do anything to you once I get in here?"
She has lived with Luo Minghao for so many years, and understands his personality, and even more understands the dark things he does.
Just taking out a few items at random would be enough for him to stay in there for several years.
Luo Minghao was extremely disgusted with her habit of hitting and scolding her, so he kept looking for Wen Wenuxiang secretly.
But he didn't dare to divorce. With Mao Suqin's character, she would definitely fight him to the death.
He smiled and said in a low voice: "Suqin, I know you are suffering inside. I don't want you to suffer, but we really have no choice now. You also know that I don't have that much money to save you out.
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Mao Suqin stared and raised his eyebrows: "Is that old guy not dead yet?"
Luo Minghao raised his voice and motioned for her to lower her voice: "But don't worry, I promise it won't last three days..."
He made a three sign with his fingers and patted his chest to assure her.
Mao Suqin's bad mood was appeased, but she still said unforgivingly: "I tell you, I will wait for another week at most. I haven't gone out for a week, don't blame me for turning against others."
Luo Minghao said patiently: "Okay, okay, I promise to rescue you in a week."
The two said nothing more.
After coming out of the police station, Luo Minghao was in a terrible mood.
Lao Wu and the bodyguard have been admitted to the hospital since that day. The doctor said that they had facial allergies, and even after several days of injections, they still didn't get better.
He has to pay not only their medical expenses but also their labor expenses.
The two items added together are a considerable expense.
He hated Song Yiqing from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have to worry about money at this time.
He cursed her harshly.
Song Yiqing, who was a few kilometers away, sneezed three times and wiped her nose.
The weather outside is getting colder, the yellow leaves are blown off the trees by the wind, and the flowers in the vibrant small garden have all faded. It seems that everything is desolate.
She stood by the window, looking at the scenery outside, hugging her shoulders tightly, and was in a daze.
Suddenly, a figure came back from outside, with a straight body and a strong and powerful walk.
Fang Huaian came back from get off work.
Song Yiqing showed a rare smile and went downstairs to greet him.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw her waiting for him at the door. The two smiled at each other and went to the restaurant to have dinner together.
Wang Minglan has been emotionally unstable recently and always eats in her room.
Song Yiqing guessed that maybe she didn't want to sit at the same table with him.
Luo Tiegen seemed to have grown up overnight. He told Song Yiqing and went back to his room to have dinner with Wang Minglan.
No one disturbed her and she was at ease.
After dinner, Fang Huaian and Song Yiqing went straight back to their rooms.
In the past few days, except for eating and visiting Luo Mingsheng, she rarely left her room.
Avoiding meeting Wang Minglan is also avoiding suspicion.
The door was gently closed, and Song Yiqing hugged him from behind: "I've worked hard on you during this time."
"What's the hard work?"
"After you have worked so hard for the Luo family, there are still people who don't appreciate it."
Fang Huaian hugged her back: "I did this because I hope you have a clear conscience when mentioning the Luo family, not because I want the Luo family to be grateful."
He has no connection with the Luo family, and his only connection is with Song Yiqing.
As for the Luo family's property, he doesn't care much about it. If he really valued material things, he would just inherit the Sioux City Chamber of Commerce.
Why go through all kinds of twists and turns to fight for this mess like the Luo family.