Facing this man who Chi Zheng was still thinking about even before he died, he was already extremely angry. It was his good upbringing and years of officialdom that kept him suppressed.
"Invite this unknown Mr. Shen out." He ordered the servants coldly.
Shen Tuo raised the corners of his lips mockingly, "Leave? After saying what I want to say, I will naturally leave. If this is not Chi Zheng's mourning hall, I don't want to stay for a moment."
Wang Luyao came over and held his arm, looking at him worriedly. He patted her hand comfortingly and put her hand down gently. The sneer on Shen Tuo's lips deepened.
At this time, my mother, who had been silent, came over.
"Mr. Shen, are you here to pay homage to my wife?"
The old man's tone was calm and his demeanor was outstanding.
Shen Tuo frowned slightly and bowed to the old lady, but his attitude was very humble.
The old lady nodded and said softly: "Mr. Shen, please come with the old lady to offer some incense."
His mother looked at him again and said, "You are a guest when you pass by. Today is the anniversary of Chi Zheng's death."
He winked at the steward who was standing by, and the steward immediately stepped forward to help the old lady up.
Mother said sternly: "Hongyi, what are you going to do? Don't let me get involved in this matter?"
He smiled coldly, "Here, please ask Mr. Shen out."
Several servants came over. Shen Tuo's expression remained unchanged and he only lightly tapped his palm.
A man also wearing formal clothes came in from outside, carrying a large black plastic bag in his hand.
"Lu Hongyi, what you did to Chi Zheng that day, today, I'm here to get it back for her."
Shen Tuo took the bag handed by his subordinates, opened it suddenly, grabbed something from the bag, and threw it into the air.
Instantly, countless colorful envelopes flew up in the air, and some of them fell hard on his face. Everyone present was shocked and confused, not knowing what Shen Tuo meant.
He laughed angrily and reached out to grab one of the envelopes. Today’s fight is inevitable! He hated the man in front of him so much, the man Chi Zheng still missed before he died.
However, when his eyes touched the envelope in his hand, his expression changed and he took a step forward.
Ah Yishou.
The cover is written by Chi Zheng, and there is a small number in the lower right corner of the envelope: 49. It's all in his wife's handwriting, how could he not recognize it
He could no longer pretend, so he stepped forward and grabbed Shen Tuo's collar, "What's going on?"
Shen Tuo sarcastically said: "Mr. Lu, you are also literate, so why bother asking me? Don't you know what Chi Zheng wrote for you?"
He gritted his teeth and waved away Shen Tuo for a long time.
With trembling hands, he tore open the seal. What flashed through his mind was the scene that day when Chi Zheng put the letter written by Wang Luyao back into the envelope with trembling hands. The uneasiness in his heart seemed to be suddenly pierced by something, and it surfaced bit by bit.
"Wait a minute." Shen Tuo suddenly stopped him, smiled slightly, and said, "Before reading Chi Zheng's letter, there is something I want to tell you."
He raised his head suddenly and sneered: "Mr. Shen, if there is anything left that has not been sold, please bring it all out. Don't you think it's funny to hide it like this?"
Shen Tuo sneered slightly and stared at the crumpled portrait in Youyan's hand.
From the moment this man came in, everyone mostly saw him with a cynical look. Now they saw his brows were deeply set and his eyes were full of sadness, and they couldn't help but be stunned.
"Chi Zheng, I'm sorry, I failed your request after all." Shen Tuo chuckled, and then said in a low voice: "A hundred years later, Shen Tuo will personally apologize to you."
As he spoke, the man suddenly looked over and said word by word: "Lu Hongyi, the person who hid the letter privately that day was not Chi Zheng."
He was shocked and swaying, "Who is she if it's not her?"
"How did you know this?" he shouted.
Shen Tuo laughed loudly, and everyone heard that the voice was hoarse and unbearable.
Shen Tuo slowly walked up to the old lady and said warmly: "Auntie, do you remember that you gave Chi Zheng a letter? It was written by Wang Luyao to your son many years ago."
The old lady frowned and nodded slightly, "What happened to that letter?"
"Mom, did you give that letter to Chi Zheng?"
He thought he would never be able to say another word, but he heard himself asking his mother, his voice surprisingly calm and without any waves.
The mother sighed: "Yes, I gave it to her. It was the day you quarreled." She suddenly thought of something and said in a trembling voice: "Did you argue because of this letter?"
He gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you hide the letter back then?"
The old lady nodded and glanced at Wang Luyao, who was pale.