Su Lan calmed down and said, "I will tell the Ye family about this matter tomorrow."
Lu Huai said, "I will send someone to notify the newspaper after the Ye family knows about it."
"At that time, all major newspapers in Shanghai will publish this news."
Su Lan nodded: "Okay."
"As for the engagement date..." Su Lan thought for a while, "After tomorrow, our two families will discuss it again."
Lu Huai said seriously: "Everything is subject to the arrangements of his mother-in-law."
He also knows that he can't be too anxious about this matter.
He now calls Su Lan this way, also to prepare her mentally.
When Lu Huai was talking to her mother, Ye Chu next to her said nothing.
In the previous life, when the two of them got married, her parents both died and were displaced.
But there will be more complete and formal steps in this life.
Before leaving, Lu Huai glanced at the ring in Ye Chu's hand.
A smile appeared in his eyes,
"Good night."
…
Metropolitan Song and Dance Hall.
During the day, the Metropolis is closed.
The curtains were drawn, and the warm sun shone in, sweeping away the darkness.
At this time, the metropolis is extremely quiet.
In the tranquil atmosphere, there was a subtle sound of music.
The direction of the sound was Shen Jiu's study.
The door of his room was closed tightly, but the music inside still passed through the gap, quietly flowing in the air.
The melodious music was interrupted suddenly.
The knock on the door sounded and fell into the room, seeming a little abrupt in the silence.
Shen Jiu opened his eyes: "Come in."
Hearing Shen Jiu's voice, the door opened immediately.
Cao An hurriedly walked in, seeming to walk in a hurry, breathing slightly.
Shen Jiu glanced at Cao An, then turned his gaze away.
He asked, "What are you doing in such a hurry?"
Cao Anping regained his breath and said quickly: "The Twelfth Lord is back."
Shen Jiu immediately raised his head, and his originally smiling eyes instantly filled with anger.
"Where are the others?"
Cao An pointed away, and Shen Jiu immediately got up and walked out of the room.
In the hall, a man sits on a sofa.
His face was sullen and his eyes lost his look.
He is the twelfth master who hasn't returned for a long time.
Twelve leaned on the sofa, his face gloomy, as if he had lost his soul.
He said nothing but was extremely silent.
Shen Jiu quickly walked to the hall, his sight fell on Twelve.
Shen Jiu tried to speak: "Twelve?"
After a while, Twelve turned his head and looked at Shen Jiu.
Shen Jiu asked: "What happened?"
At this moment, the twelve eyes moved slightly, but the light at the bottom of his eyes suddenly went out.
Twelve moved her lips, her voice hoarse: "I didn't find her."
After Miss Su left Beiping, Twelve went to find her all over the country.
He did not find her trace before returning to Shanghai.
Shen Jiu frowned, he had heard something about Twelve.
He knew that Twelve had been looking for a woman, and now it seemed that the situation was not so good.
Shen Jiu sighed.
In the previous years, he didn't know whether he could find Ah Jiu.
Fortunately, after so many years, they can still get together.
Twelve opened his mouth: "Shen Jiu, sorry."
Shen Jiu was taken aback.
"I have been traveling for such a long time and haven't taken care of the clearing of the meeting." Twelve said, "Now I am back in Shanghai, and I won't leave again."
After half a minute, Shen Jiu answered: "Okay."
After thinking about this incident, Twelve already understood a lot.
Although Twelve was trapped by love before, he still had to take up his due responsibilities.
During this period, Twelve took over most of the clearing of the meeting and was very busy.
He seemed to devote himself to the clearing of the meeting, so busy that he could no longer remember other things.
Including her.
…
this day.
The Twelve Masters of the Qinghui made an appointment with the head of the marketing department of the Shanghai Commercial Savings Bank to discuss matters in a coffee shop on Scott Road.
What they want to talk about is an important investment in the French Concession.
The car stopped on Scott Road.
The man opened the door to Twelve, and he got out of the car.
The cafe is right next to it.
Twelve looked up carelessly, his eyes falling in front.
At this time, a familiar back figure came into his eyes.
Twelve's breathing was stagnant, and his feet seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move.
A woman walked out of a building not far away with a cold face and a straight back.
She is striding fast, and she seems to have something to do.
The next second, she walked to a black car.
She started the car.
Twelve immediately caught up.
The voice of his subordinates came from behind.
"Twelve Lords!"
The sound of the wind whizzed past his ears, and only the black car was driving away in his eyes, as if he could not hear other sounds.
The car speeded up and went further and further.
Until submerged in the bustling streets of Shanghai Beach.
Twelve stood in the turbulent crowd, looking at the direction of the car.
He remembered the license plate number of that car.
The woman just now felt very familiar to him, and her temperament was very similar to that of Miss Su.
But their faces were completely different, as if they were a different person.
Twelve has always known that there are many secrets hidden in Miss Su.
In the next second, a smile suddenly filled his twelve eyes.
He thought that there would be no chance to meet again, but when his hope was lost, he saw the light.
Is that woman Miss Su
Why did Miss Su come to Shanghai
But no matter what secret she has, he is willing to know.
…
The Ye family had already learned that Lu Huai and Ye Chu were about to get engaged.
Ye Chu also called Poppy.
Of course, this news also reached Peiping.
As a member of the Ye family, Miss Ye San needs to know about this.
On this day, Ye Chu went to the Warlord's Mansion.
Their engagement banquet is in preparation, but everyone in the Warlord’s Mansion has regarded her as the future wife of the Three Young Masters.
Ye Chu entered the living room, and Lu Huai took her hand without anyone else.
He led her upstairs: "In my previous life, I still have some things that I didn't tell you."
Ye Chu asked: "What's the matter?"
Lu Huai turned his head, looked at her, and said word by word.
"It has to do with my mother."
Ye Chu's breathing stagnated.
They had reached the door of that room, which was the house where Fu Congzhen had lived.
Lu Huai stretched out his hand and opened the door.
Ye Chu saw the dark door slowly open.
She seemed to have approached the secret.
It was a very dark past.
And this darkness made his pain even longer.
…
At that time, Lu Huai was still a teenager.
Lu Huai is studying at the military academy, and he can communicate with his family only within the prescribed time.
That day, Lu Huai was undergoing training.
A classmate came over and told Lu Huai that the chief had something to look for him.
Lu Huai left the training ground.
He walked to the office, and the chief sat in it.
The chief had strict requirements on Lu Huai, and even if Lu Zongting was the warlord of East China, he never let up.
The officer looked at Lu Huai with a solemn expression: "It's the phone of the Lu family."
Somehow, Lu Huai's heart tightened, and he had a vaguely bad premonition.
He stepped forward quickly and picked up the phone.
Lu Huai said, "It's me."
The voice of the housekeeper came from the other end of the phone, which sounded a little sad.
"San Shao, Madam is seriously ill..."
Her voice was choked, as if she was holding back her grief.
Lu Huai frowned: "Mother is sick?"
Housekeeper: "Madam has been ill for a while, but she kept hiding from you..."
Everyone in the Warlord’s Mansion knew that his wife was ill, and the wife was worried that it would affect Lu Huai, so she concealed her condition.
"Now Madam wants to see you..."
The meaning is clear before the words are finished.
Fu Congzhen wanted to see Lu Huai one last time.
Lu Huai said in a deep voice, "I will go back immediately."
I don't know when, snow fell in the sky, and the snowflakes fell silently, extremely cold.
When he was young, Lu Huai walked quickly, snow flicking across the corner of his clothes, his coldness gradually spreading.
The clothes were slightly damp, the snowflakes melted, and quickly dissipated.
When Lu Huai got on the train, there was a rumbling sound, and the train galloped away into the cold winter day.
He tilted his head and looked out the window, with deep worries and panic concealed in his eyes.
On the other end, Lu Zongting received a call.
Ji Manqing's voice sounded: "I found a doctor who can cure Fu Congzhen's disease."
Lu Zongting's expression moved slightly: "Who is that doctor?"
Ji Manqing paused for a while: "You come to me, I want to tell you personally."
Then she hung up the phone.
Lu Zongting put down the phone, his thoughts sinking.
He and Fu Congzhen are the words of a matchmaker, and they have no feelings and respect each other as guests.
The two did not show up in front of outsiders. Others only thought that the Overseer and the Overseer’s wife had a good relationship.
Ji Manqing is the one he has liked.
At first, Ji Manqing had a fight with him, but the marriage continued as usual.
After that, Ji Manqing announced that he would not marry for life.
During this period of time, due to Fu Congzhen's illness, Lu Zongting took care of her. He had rarely seen Ji Manqing and almost broke contact with her.
Lu Zongting thought for a while, and left the Warlord's Mansion.
When the car stopped, Lu Zongting came to the front of a house.
Lu Zongting walked in and said, "Where is the doctor you said?"
Ji Manqing was startled, and then his eyes filled with anger.
She didn't expect that the first sentence Lu Zongting said was related to Fu Congzhen.
"We haven't seen each other for so long, don't you care about how I am doing this time?"
Lu Zongting: "My wife is seriously ill, I want to go back as soon as possible."
Ji Manqing was even more angry.
"Fu Congzhen is your wife, what about me? What am I to you?"
She fell in love with Lu Zongting and could have become his wife.
Unexpectedly, the Lu family had already made a marriage contract for him, and the two missed it.
She is the fifth lady of the Ji family. With her pride and persistence, how can she be willing to subdue to Fu Congzhen and become an aunt
Ji Manqing took a few steps forward and continued to ask: "I will never marry for you, and become the laughing stock of Shanghai. That's how you treated me?"
Ji Manqing had Lu Zongting in his heart, so naturally he did not want to remarry with others, so he announced that he would not marry forever.
The Ji family scolded her, and the outside world laughed at her, and she gritted her teeth.
But Ji Manqing couldn't stand it alone, and Lu Zongting didn't see her in her eyes.
Ji Manqing's voice was a little sharp, and it pierced Lu Zongting's ears.
Lu Zongting's expression slowed down, and he did owe something to Ji Manqing.
But now, Fu Congzhen is ill in bed, and he will be sorry for Fu Congzhen again when he meets her again.
Lu Zongting sighed, "I delayed you, but we still don't want to meet again."
He asked again: "Where is the doctor you said?"
When Ji Manqing heard that he cared about Fu Congzhen, the corners of his mouth grew colder.
"Oh, what doctor? How could I find a doctor for her if I was anxious for Fu Congzhen to die?"
Lu Zongting didn't come to her for a long time, so she made up a reason and tricked him to see her.
Lu Zongting's face sank, and now, he naturally knows Ji Manqing's intentions.
He looked at Ji Manqing with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes.
After a long while, Lu Zongting turned and walked out without looking back.
Ji Manqing was stunned, with an angry look in his eyes.
Lu Zongting left, and Ji Manqing threw everything on the table to the ground.
A crisp voice sounded, and Ji Manqing's expression was extremely cold.
The twilight gradually sinks, the sky is slowly falling from all directions, and the night is enveloping Shanghai.
When the train arrived at the station, Shanghai had entered the dark night.
The young Lu Huai walked out of the train station, the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow, and the moonlight shone on it with a light luster.
The snow is extremely strong, and the cold snow covered the whole of Shanghai.
Lu Huai got into the car, and the car drove to the Governor's Mansion.
The car stopped and Lu Huai went straight in.
The Warlord’s Mansion was exceptionally quiet, and his feet stomped on the snow, making a slight noise.
The cold wind blew on his face like a knife.
The young Lu Huai walked into Fu Congzhen's room, and Ajiu was also in it.
Ah Jiu called out, his voice choked: "Brother."
Ajiu is still young, but she also knows that her mother is very sick now.
Lu Huai touched Ajiu's head.
Then, he walked quickly to the bed and held Fu Congzhen's hand: "Mother."
Fu Congzhen's complexion was extremely bad, showing a deep gray defeat.
The light shone on her face, as if it had also become deadly silent.
A very shallow smile appeared at the corner of Fu Congzhen's mouth: "Lu Huai, you are back."
Her voice was extremely soft, like a thread, she pulled it lightly, and it broke.
Lu Huai was extremely cold, and the situation was worse than he thought.
The doctor was still in the house, and Lu Huai asked, "Doctor, my mother..."
The doctor shook his head: "San Shao, Madam is too sick..."
The Overseer’s wife has been in poor health, but now she is poisoned again.
He couldn't find a way to detoxify, he could only suppress the onset of toxicity.
But in the past few days, her body has been deteriorating, and he is really helpless.
Lu Huai squeezed his hand and was extremely silent.
Ajiu cried in a low voice.
The room was filled with sad and stagnant air.
Lu Huai suddenly remembered something and asked, "Where is my father?"
His mother lingered on the sick bed, but Lu Zongting was not in the house. Where did he go
The next person replied: "The Overseer left very early."
Lu Huai's hands trembled slightly, and his dark eyes were filled with anger.
The air was a little moist, and the chill spread, climbing up his body, as if it was about to drain into his bones.
The light and shadow of Fu Congzhen's eyes were dim, as if she had expected it, she didn't care.
Fu Congzhen looked at Lu Huai: "Lu Huai."
"After I'm gone, you have to take good care of Ajiu."
The only thing she couldn't let go of was the pair of children.
Lu Zongting was indifferent to her, and didn't care about Lu Huai and Ajiu.
Lu Huai is not an adult, but he is already very sensible and has a sense of measure.
And Ajiu is still too young and needs someone to take care of him.
A deep pain flashed through Lu Huai's eyes.
He nodded and squeezed Fu Congzhen's hand: "Mother, don't worry."
His eyes are extremely black, like ink, and the dark tide is surging inside.
Since he can remember, Lu Zongting has been very indifferent to him and A Jiu, without a trace of his father's warmth.
Now that his mother is dying, he is still outside.
Snow fell from the dark night, the night wind was humid and cold, and the cold was endless.
Fu Congzhen said softly: "Lu Huai, marriages in the old days are really sad."
I don't know what she was thinking of, the light in her eyes was a little faint.
Fu Congzhen's voice whispered: "I don't want your life to become a tragedy."
Ajiu and Lu Huai cannot marry someone they don't love like her.
Such a marriage will only bring weight and pain.
Lu Huai's eyes were deep, these words were imprinted in his mind, and he would never forget it in this life.
Fu Congzhen's voice became lower and lower, lighter.
I don't know when, the sound will dissipate, and it will be completely silent.
Fu Congzhen felt that his body was falling, about to fall into the abyss of darkness and nothingness, and be hidden by darkness.
She was speechless, her thoughts drifted far away, and some pictures flashed through her mind.
There is someone in Lu Zongting's heart, and she doesn't love Lu Zongting either.
Because of the matchmaker's words, two unrelated people came together like this.
Fu Congzhen was not happy, her heart was always calm.
She was trapped in the cage of marriage and lived a long and sad life.
Now she is dying, and she will be free from this heavy bondage.
The light in Fu Congzhen's eyes gradually disappeared, the tiny light disappeared, and finally it was pitch black.
The warmth and temperature on her body gradually receded, and finally sank into the freezing cold.
Her hands fell silently.
Lu Huai's heart was empty, and the pain suddenly surged: "Mother."
The ice and snow covered Shanghai, and the coldness also covered Lu Huai's heart.
His hands were so cold that there was no warmth.
A jiu's low sob sounded in the room, and the air was extremely heavy.
Fu Congzhen, the wife of the warlord, passed away in such a long and silent winter night.
The snowflakes filled the night sky, as if it never stopped.
The Warlord's House fell into a deep cold silence, shrouded in darkness.
On the other side, Lu Zongting and Ji Manqing separated unhappily, and he returned to the Warlord's Mansion.
As soon as he walked into the Warlord’s Mansion, the subordinates whispered: "Warlord, Madam is dead..."
Lu Zongting's heart was shocked.
He looked back at the man and couldn't believe it: "What did you say?"
The man lowered his head, not daring to look at Lu Zongting's expression, and repeated: "Madam has passed away."
Lu Zongting's heart was filled with regret, he did not have time to see her for the last time.
The next person continued: "The Third Young Master has returned."
Lu Zongting stagnated, and then he quickened his pace.
Lu Zongting walked into the room. The light was on, but the light was extremely dim, as if a shadow was cast on a cage.
The room seemed to sink into the boundless darkness, extremely dark.
The heavy curtains hung down, and snowflakes and night were blocked out.
Lu Zongting's gaze fell on the bed, his gaze stagnated.
He walked to the bed and looked at Fu Congzhen.
She lay there quietly, without a trace of anger.
Lu Zongting's heart was filled with sourness.
At this moment, the door slammed shut.
Lu Zongting turned his head and looked over.
He stood behind and landed on Huai.
Lu Huai held the gun and looked extremely indifferent.
The jet black muzzle was aimed at him, and a strong sense of oppression was weighed down.
Lu Huai's eyes were as cold as a knife, like a deep valley, dark and silent.
He looked at Lu Zongting, his voice was extremely cold and deep.
"Where were you when mother died?"
Lu Zongting didn't say a word, his words seemed to freeze, condensing on his throat.
The young Lu Huai sneered and squeezed his hands silently.
"Are you going to see that woman again?"
Outside is a bitter winter, the snow is getting stronger, and the cold wind is coming.
Lu Huai's eyes were covered with frost and snow, and there was a deep silence.
His voice rang and fell in the dark and cold winter night.
There was deep pain and anger.
Lu Zongting didn't know how to answer, he was silent.
The sky became darker, and the sound of rustling snow rang out in the silence.
The young Lu Huai looked indifferent, and the bullet was loaded.
His index finger was placed on the trigger.