The 30th day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year's Eve.
Most of the servants have already taken their annual leave and rich red envelopes to go home. The Luo family, who has always been around, is always particularly deserted on the night before the New Year.
The main building of the Luo family, the restaurant.
The heavy and intricately patterned solid wood double doors were pulled open by the servants on both sides of the restaurant, and the young man who was brought back with the cool night breeze strode in.
The housekeeper Lin Yi took a step to the main seat, bowed and said in a low voice, "Old sir, the young master is back."
In the main seat, Mr. Luo raised his eyes and said, "En."
Luo Zhan stopped by the high-back chair on the left of Mr. Luo. He took off the long dark blue coat on his body, and the servant who followed him took it, and another servant handed over a hot towel to clean his hands.
While wiping his hands, Luo Zhan glanced at the empty seat opposite him—there was no cutlery, and the high-back chair was tucked under the long table.
Luo Zhan lowered his eyes and sat on the soft leather cushion of the high-back chair: "My brother can't come back today?"
Lin Yi smiled: "The eldest young master said that there is still work to be dealt with in the field tonight, and he will be back tomorrow morning."
Luo Zhan tugged lightly at the corner of his mouth: "Grandpa, I think this is due to lack of family discipline. The more you leave it outside for a long time, you will go off-road. It is recommended that you bring him back to take over the company as soon as possible - it will be stable when you tie it up."
"He can't come back, isn't it because you stinky boy did it?" Luo Jingyuan said with a cold face.
After Luo Zhan wiped his slender hands, he threw down the hot towel lazily, with a scourged face lacking interest: "He made excuses for not going home, what does it have to do with me?"
"If it's nothing to do with you, why did someone tell me that he made a bet with you so that he would not be seen all year round?"
"Obviously, framed and slandered." Luo Zhan replied lazily without thinking about it.
Mr. Luo snorted coldly and didn't answer any further.
Luo Zhan picked up the polished metal knife, and tapped the dining table bell hanging next to the table with the handle. Crisp and raw, the side door of the restaurant opened, and two servants came in pushing the dining cart.
One of them walked to Luo Zhan's side, holding a bottle of awake red wine with fine white silk in his hand, and pretended to pour it for Luo Zhan.
Luo Zhan raised his eyelids, raised the handle of the knife in his hand, and the back of the knife blocked the slender body of the red wine bottle.
"Master?" The servant who poured the wine bowed his head in confusion.
"I may have something to do at night and need to go out." Luo Zhan said lightly.
In the main seat, Luo Jingyuan frowned slightly: "Do you want to go out today?"
"possible."
"Isn't there a driver on duty at home?"
"Personal affairs, I drive by myself."
"… "
Seeing that Mr. Luo was obviously unhappy, Lin Yi smiled and bowed, persuading harmoniously: "Master, after all, it's New Year's Eve, you can accompany Mr. Luo for a drink..."
"Haven't Butler Lin heard that sentence?" Luo Zhan raised his eyes lazily.
"?"
Luo Zhan said in a low voice, "A drop of wine for the driver, two lines of tears for the relatives."
Lin Yi: "..."
On the throne, Luo Jingyuan laughed angrily: "You really are a law-abiding and good citizen."
Luo Zhan didn't raise his eyes: "You teach well."
During the conversation, Luo Zhan had already set up a dinner plate in front of him, with knives, forks, spoons and plates.
Luo Zhan picked up the knife, and then stopped his hand in the air: "... what is this?"
Lin Yi introduced the appetizers.
Luo Zhan frowned: "I haven't eaten at home for a month, and the cook at home has changed to feed the rabbits?"
The face of Mr. Luo, who was chewing expressionlessly, froze.
Lin Yi held back his laughter, coughed lightly, and added, "A senior nutritionist came to the family last month, and this is the healthy meal he researched and matched."
Before Luo Zhan could speak, the old man in the main seat snorted: "If you like it or not, if you don't eat it, get out. Go back to your laboratory and drink your robot nutrient solution."
Hearing this, Lin Yi's head suddenly became big.
No one in the family knows the temperament of the young master. The words of the old man have a deterrent effect on everyone else, but only against Luo Zhan...
Lin Yi had already prepared for the storm on New Year's Eve between his grandfather and grandson, but he had not seen any movement for a long time. He looked up unexpectedly: Although Young Master Luo frowned, it was rare that he didn't refute a word and started to eat.
Lin Yi turned his head subconsciously and looked at the equally thoughtful face of Mr. Luo.
After dinner, Luo Zhan went to Luo Jingyuan's study.
When he went outside the study, he saw Lin Yi walking out of the study.
"My grandfather has nothing else to do tonight?" Luo Zhan asked.
Lin Yi smiled and said, "The old gentleman has been waiting for you."
"wait for me?"
"Young master behaved abnormally tonight, there must be something to discuss - how could the old gentleman not even see this?"
"Well." Luo Zhan didn't care when he was exposed, "I do have something to ask him."
"… "
Butler Lin was stunned.
When he turned to look, the young man's slender back had entered the study without looking back.
Butler Lin stood there for a few seconds before turning around and muttering: "He still has time to use the word 'beg'... The sun is coming out from the west?"
Twenty minutes later.
The old man's shocked voice sounded in the study: "What did you say? Say it again!"
The young man leaning on the sofa was still in that lazy voice: "Lan Jingqian is Ran Ran's biological father."
Luo Jingyuan had already stood up straight from his position, and after a long while in shock, he asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"
"hundred percent."
"… "
The old man slowly relaxed his body and leaned back into the thick and soft seat, his slightly cloudy eyes revealing the light of his thoughts.
"In that case," Luo Jingyuan said after a long while, even showing a slight smile, "Then you really don't need to think about your engagement with Tang Luoqian."
Luo Zhan glanced at him with disgust: "Grandpa, you are so old, don't be like this, you smell like copper."
Mr. Luo lost his anger and smiled: "I'm not thinking about the future of you stinky brats?"
Luo Zhan said coldly: "You don't think about me, it's the biggest consideration for me."
Luo Jingyuan glared at him angrily.
Luo Zhan was silent for a few seconds, and his slender fingers slowly clasped together: "However, there is a more important question now."
"What's the problem?" The old man looked sideways.
Luo Zhan leaned forward and put his elbows in front of his knees. He narrowed his eyes lightly and said word by word, "Ran Ran's surgery for restoring vision."
"..." Mr. Luo paused, his expression subtle.
Luo Zhan said: "matthew's international contacts are much stronger. Through his network, he will be able to obtain an accurate quota from the international cornea donation bank at the latest before June of the New Year."
Mr. Luo picked up the black tea cup in front of him and said in a low voice, "The Tang family won't agree. If they were willing, then Tang Ran's eyes might have been treated long ago."
Luo Zhan's eyes darkened.
Mr. Luo waited for a long time without seeing any movement, and raised his head unexpectedly: "Aren't you curious why?"
"I already guessed it."
"Um?"
Luo Zhan's ten fingers were slowly clasped together, and the light blue blood vessels on the back of Lengbai's hands were lightly stretched.
After a few seconds, he said in a hoarse voice, "They don't know that I have learned the truth. They are afraid that Tang Ran will recognize that I am the one who was rescued by her, so they refused to treat her."
Mr. Luo's expression was silent for a moment. He put down the black tea cup and sighed softly: "That woman Hang Wei is cruel and will not let go easily."
"I know."
"Then what are you going to do?"
Luo Zhan was silent.
After waiting for a while, Mr. Luo straightened his body and said, "In the fall of this year, I already asked Lin Yi to check the traces of Tang Shiyu."
Luo Zhan was stunned and raised his eyes from his contemplation: "Tang Shiyu?"
"Well, it's Tang Ran's mother." Mr. Luo's expression became uncomfortable for a few seconds. "I didn't know at that time that you would probably have to go all the way to the dark, so I had to prepare in advance."
"Have you found it?"
"There are already clues. But over the years, she hasn't been quiet, she has changed her name several times, and she runs around the world without a fixed place." Mr. Luo frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "That's right, it was that crazy girl back then. character."
Luo Zhan frowned lightly: "That's why I don't know when I can find her."
"Um."
"Tang Ran's surgery can't wait for that woman to appear." Luo Zhan paused and changed his words, "As long as I get the donation quota, I don't want her to wait another day."
Luo Jingyuan glanced at his grandson helplessly: "She has been waiting for so many years, is it still a few days away?"
"… "
"I see, you don't want to push her to the forefront, do you?"
Luo Jingyuan angrily withdrew his gaze.
"No matter what the lawsuit is, if Lan Jingqian, the Tang family, and even the Luo family are involved at the same time, then it would be strange if there was no trouble in the city - I think you are worried that the little girl can't stand the pressure of public opinion, so you don't want to think about it!"
After the old man finished speaking, the study was quiet for a full minute.
A minute later, Young Master Luo looked a little lazy, leaned back on the sofa, and put on an impolite look: "You know."
Mr. Luo hummed angrily: "Speak."
"say what."
"Stop pretending to be innocent. If you're not in trouble, are you looking for me to talk to you on New Year's Eve?"
"Well, now that you've asked..."
Luo Zhan got up and took the initiative to change to a position closer to the old man.
He bent down and said, "I've been thinking about it, and there's only one simple and effective way to get that old lady of the Tang family to let go."
"Don't sell it." Mr. Luo said angrily with his eyelids raised.
The corner of Luo Zhan's mouth tickled lightly: "I pretended not to know. It's up to you to verbally finalize the marriage contract. After coaxing Tang Shixin to sign it, I will refuse the marriage contract."
Mr. Luo was silent for a few seconds: "Okay..."
Luo Zhan: "It's fine if you agree."
"—Well you look good!"
Grandpa Luo was blown up, almost flipped the table to Luo Zhan's face, and said through gritted teeth:
"Your bad idea is to use my old face and the reputation of the Luo family for a hundred years to replace your little girl, right?!"
Luo Zhan got too close, and was tragically washed by the old man's spittle.
He wiped it in disgust and took a few steps to the side: "I haven't finished speaking yet."
"What else do you want to say? I'm just too used to you! Why don't you just hang me out on the street to show the public, ah?" Mr. Luo was furious. Go—who dares to do business with the Luo family? How can the Luo family still stand in the circle!"
Luo Zhan sneered lightly, and said casually: "Breaking the contract is not something that has never happened in the business field. What's the fuss about? As long as you give the Tang family enough explanations, who can gossip about the Luo family."
"… "
Mr. Luo's annoyed eyes paused slightly. After a while, he slowly suppressed his emotions, sat back, and asked in a cold voice:
"Between the Luo family and the Tang family, refusing marriage is not a trivial matter. What can you give them?"
Luo Zhan's ten fingers hanging on the sofa undulated and buckled lightly. He smiled indifferently: "How many subsidiaries do they have?"
"!"
Grandpa Luo picked up the black tea cup and was about to throw it at Luo Zhan's face.
Luo Zhan pretended to dodge: "It's a joke, it's just a joke. Grandpa, don't be so angry, I also expect you to be cheeky and deceive people."
"I think you just want to be mad at me, so that you can do whatever you want to defeat the Luo family!"
Luo Jingyuan was so angry that he put the cup to his mouth and poured a sip of cold black tea down, which only slightly quenched the anger in his heart.
He looked at Luo Zhan coldly: "Do you have any reliable explanation?"
"Yes, I have."
"Then say it!"
"… "
Luo Zhan narrowed his eyes.
A few seconds later, he leaned back on the sofa, raised his hand supporting the leather backrest, and pointed his index finger to the east-facing wall of the main study.
Mr. Luo followed his gaze and looked over—
On the quaint and heavy offering table, the Luo family's long-established baguette was resting on the smooth polished soldier.
Grandpa Luo was stunned.
After a few seconds, he turned his eyes back in shock: "You crazy boy, you don't want to..."
Luo Zhan lowered his hands and smiled nonchalantly.
"The Tang family wants to explain how much, I will give it."