Wang Qingzhen only visited Luo Mingsheng's room when she first came here. The rest of the time, she stayed in her own room and gave orders.
Either he didn't eat well or he didn't sleep well.
The servants of the Luo family had been taking shifts to rest for the past few days, and now they had to serve an old lady with a weird temper. Everyone lamented and couldn't help but whisper in secret.
"This old lady is so annoying, she almost thinks of herself as Lafayette."
"If you ask me, even Lafayette can't do it like her. She should be called a masterpiece."
The servant who had stayed in the Luo family for decades sighed repeatedly: "The old lady's energy as a person is still far behind what it was back then."
Everyone was stunned and wanted to hear what happened back then, but he shut up in time.
Anyone who talks about the master's family behind his back will be kicked out. He has been a servant for so many years, so he understands this rule.
Song Yiqing happened to hear this paragraph when she was passing by, which made her feel itchy and curious about what happened back then.
Before she could recover from the gossip, someone came to report that Luo Mingsheng was gone.
Wang Minglan burst into tears immediately after hearing the news and rushed to Luo Mingsheng's bedside.
Wang Qingzhen and Luo Minghao, who had not seen each other for a long time, both arrived, and they shed a few tears in a pretentious manner.
Song Yiqing had someone help Wang Minglan back to her room, and started preparing for Luo Mingsheng's funeral according to the previous plan.
When Fang Huaian received the news, he rushed back to Luo's house as soon as possible.
The couple wore sackcloth and mourning, and brought their little Luo Tiegeng to welcome all the guests who came to express their condolences.
Late at night, the guests who came to express their condolences left the table one after another, leaving only a group of close relatives staying here.
Luo Mingsheng's coffin was parked in the living room. For three days in a row, there was an endless stream of guests from the Luo family.
Some came to inquire for information, some wanted to invade the Luo family's business with bad intentions, some were sincerely grateful for the support, and some were yelling at the door.
In just three days, Song Yiqing saw both the good and the bad of the Luo family.
Everyone has two sides, but she has never seen such an extreme interpretation of the two sides.
On the fourth day of the funeral, Wang Qingzhen and Luo Minghao couldn't sit still.
They have always wanted to quickly settle the funeral arrangements and divide the property.
Wang Qingzhen sent someone to ask Wang Minglan, but the answer she received was that Luo Mingsheng's body was still cold and there was no need to rush the matter.
The repeated questioning completely angered Wang Minglan, and she faced Wang Qingzhen: "Your son has not been buried yet, and you are so eager to get his property?"
Wang Qingzhen stopped her back: "If my son hadn't married a vixen like you, he wouldn't have died young."
"Oh, Mingsheng is so unfortunate to have a mother like you."
"I don't care, hurry up and cremate Mingsheng, and then give me the inheritance."
She acted mischievously, regardless of the fact that there were still guests in the Luo family, and directly broke her skin.
Luo Tiegen stepped forward to defend Wang Minglan: "You old witch, how dare you yell at my grandma!"
Wang Qingzhen's face turned green with anger: "Who do you think is the old witch? Is this the child you raised? He's not big or small, he needs to be taken care of. Minghao, beat me and then throw him out. Our Luo family doesn't have such uncultured children.
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After receiving the order, Luo Minghao immediately rolled up his sleeves and was about to attack Luo Tiegen.
Luo Tiegen's eyes widened and he refused to give in.
His slap fell and was about to hit him in the face. At the critical moment, Song Yiqing took action.
She caught his arm and snapped it back. With a crisp sound, his arm was instantly dislocated.
Luo Minghao wailed, and then she broke it again. With a crisp sound, his arm healed again.
"You witch, my brother is still here, how dare you attack me."
"If you want to hit his precious golden grandson, if he is alive now, it won't be my turn. I believe he will hit him much harder than me."
Luo Minghao was unable to refute what she said with her clever mouth. He stared at her fiercely and did not dare to step forward.
Because he is really no match for her, and besides, there is Fang Huaian standing next to her.
Fang Huaian was even more powerful than her.
Wang Qingzhen didn't take advantage, so she went back to her old job, crying, making trouble, and wallowing.
"I think you just want to usurp my son's property. It's a pity that I still have to be homeless at such an old age."
Song Yiqing sneered: "Old lady, are you cursing your second uncle? You only lost one son, not both."
When Wang Qingzhen heard what she said, she wanted to tear her mouth apart: "You dare to curse Minghao, you little bastard, you will die a good death."
All the guests who had not yet left hid aside and watched the great drama in the Luo family.
Wang Minglan wanted to preserve Luo Mingsheng's last bit of dignity, so she said with difficulty: "What should be given to you, I will give it to you every cent after the funeral."
"How long do you have to wait for me?"
She has been waiting for three days, and she has waited long enough.
"Seven days."
"Seven days?"
Luo Minghao almost jumped up. Did she want to wait until all the toxins in the corpse were released before burying it?
Absolutely no!
Song Yiqing stared at him like an eagle staring at its prey.
"Second uncle seems to be surprised. Isn't this the rule among us?"
Luo Minghao ignored his dignity and objected directly: "It won't take seven days, three days is enough. Let's have a funeral tomorrow."
Wang Minglan snorted coldly: "It's your turn to have the final say in this family."
He was speechless for a moment, and after holding it for a long time, he said: "This is, this is what mother meant."
Wang Qingzhen coughed twice and explained hesitantly: "Yes, that's what I meant. In our hometown, we always have funerals after three days."
Song Yiqing asked: "Your hometown? Where is your hometown? Why haven't I heard of it?"
She was just talking nonsense and never thought of Song Yiqing to ask more seriously. For a moment, she didn't know how to answer.
I could only make a firm decision: "If I say the funeral will be held tomorrow, the funeral will be held tomorrow."
Song Yiqing laughed angrily at her, and imitated Wang Minglan's words: "It's your turn to have the final say in this family."
Wang Qingzhen covered her chest, patted her thighs with her hands, and cried and fussed at the coffin: "Mingsheng, look at your good wife and daughter. As soon as you leave, they will join forces to bully me. I can't
What should I do?"
Her cries became louder and louder, and the melon-eaters who didn't know the truth pointed at Wang Minglan and the two.
Unexpectedly, Song Yiqing fell to her knees on the ground with a plop, her eyes filled with tears, and she cried even harder than Wang Qingzhen.
"Dad, why did you die like this? My grandma wanted to rob the Luo family's property and give it to my second uncle before your body was cold. How could she bully us two so cruelly?"
Wang Qingzhen never dreamed that she would pull this trick, and immediately stopped crying to watch her perform.
At the end, I couldn't help but yell: "You little bitch is talking nonsense!"