Chapter 648: Physical Anomaly

her, "Yo, Secretary Fu, good morning" 。Fu Xiaoyao's mouth twitched, inwardly complaining that this person was really good at acting. 。Míngmíng just saw me a moment ago, but now he's pretending like w...Fu Xiaoyao's eyes flashed with cold light, "He keeps saying he wants my mother's forgiveness, doesn't he Then let him go and keep her company"

"You mean, you want to bury him next to your mother" Lu Hanchuan's expression was subtle.

Fu Xiaoyao's mouth curved into a cold smile. "That's right."

"But the seat next to your mother has already been bought." Lu Hanchuan said, "Don't tell me you want to buy it at a high price."

"You're right, I want to buy the property next to my mother at a high price." Fu Xiaoyao replied.

Lu Hanchuan frowned, "What's the point of this Qi Dongming doesn't have the qualifications for you to spend so much money on him."

"You don't understand, he isn't just apologizing. I'm making him apologize to my mother for all eternity." Fu Xiaoyao sneered.

Lu Hanchuan couldn't quite understand what she was trying to do, so he didn't ask. Instead, he took out his phone and asked Qiao Mu to contact the family members whose graves were located next to Ye Lan's.

Upon hearing that someone was willing to buy the plot at a high price, the family agreed without hesitation and quickly transferred ownership. They then hastily removed their loved one's ashes.

It has already been the second day since Qi Dongming was cremated.

The day before, he was sent to the hospital. Shao Sian followed the will's instructions and removed Qi Dongming's organs.

As luck would have it, there was an elderly man in the hospital who was about the same age as Qi Dongming and needed a pair of corneal transplants. So, Qi Dongming's corneas came in handy.

In the cemetery, Fu Xiaoyao held a bouquet of flowers in her hands, her eyes red as she looked at the tombstone before her.

"Mom, I avenged you. Are you happy" Fu Xiaoyao crouched down and gently placed the flowers in front of Ye Lan's tombstone.

Lu Hanchuan stood silently behind her, accompanying her.

Fu Xiaoyao chatted with Ye Lan for a while, then turned her head and looked at the tombstone beside her.

The tombstone next to Ye Lan's was almost half the height of hers. Ye Lan's tombstone was the same length as the other tombstones in the cemetery.

That is to say, this tombstone is the shortest in the cemetery. Among a sea of identical tombstones, it stands out.

The name on this tombstone is Qi Dongming.

She's the one who could make a tombstone like that.

Isn't he going to beg his mother for forgiveness down there

Then she'd help him, so that he would always be shorter than her mom.

She is such a filial daughter.

Fu Xiaoyao's lips curled into a cold smile, then she stopped looking at Qi Dongming and turned her gaze back to Ye Lan's tombstone. Looking at Ye Lan's photo, her eyes welled up with tears again.

Boom!

Suddenly, a clap of thunder echoed through the sky.

Fu Xiaoyao remained still. Lu Hanchuan looked up and saw the gloomy sky, frowning and saying, "Xiaoyao, let's go back. It's going to rain."

"You go back. I'll stay here and keep my mom company." Fu Xiaoyao said without turning around.

Lu Hanzhan pursed his lips, "You'll catch a cold."

"It doesn't matter." Fu Xiaoyao remained unmoved.

Lu Hanchuan helplessly pinched the bridge of his nose, then raised his foot and walked down the path.

Fu Xiaoyao slightly turned her head to glance at his back, watched him leave, her lips, which seemed a little pale, pursed slightly, as if she was not very happy.

But soon she brushed the feeling aside.

She felt like she was being overly dramatic.

These days, Lu Hanchuan has been following her everywhere she goes.

Over time, she had gotten used to it. Now that he suddenly left her behind, she wasn't even happy about it.

Is this not melodrama

Why shouldn't she be happy What qualifications does she have to be unhappy

They have no relationship now, does he walk not normally Surely he wouldn't stay here and get rained on with her

Thinking to herself, Fu Xiaoyao patted her cheeks, pulling her mind back and refocusing it on Ye Lan's tombstone.

It's good that Lu Hanchuan is gone, there are some things about relationships she couldn't say in front of him.

Now that he's gone, she can confide freely, pouring her heart out to her mother.

Although she knew her mother wouldn't answer her.

Boom!

Another clap of thunder.

The rain came with the thunder this time.

At first, the rain was very light, barely noticeable as it fell on my head.

But then, the raindrops became larger and more frequent, quickly soaking the ground.

Fu Xiaoyao's whole body was soaked, and the weather turned cooler, making her shiver from the cold.

Just as she was shrinking back, preparing to leave, she suddenly felt the rain had stopped on her head.

What's going on

Fu Xiaoyao looked up and saw a large black umbrella, shielding her from the rain.

She suddenly realized something, turned around, and saw Lu Hanchuan standing behind her, holding out a coat. “Put this on,” he said.

Fu Xiaoyao subconsciously put on her jacket, "How... did you come here"

"Haven't I been here all along" Lu Hanchuan countered.

Fu Xiaoyao's lips moved. "You just left, didn't you"

Lu Hanchuan smiled, “I only went to get an umbrella. I didn’t intend to leave. Besides, you’re still here, how could I leave you behind I lost you six years ago, and I won’t lose you again this time. Wherever you are, I’ll be there.”

Fu Xiaoyao's mouth twitched, as if smiling.

Then, she bowed her head, as if crying again.

But her face was covered in rain, so it was impossible to tell if there were any tears.

After a while, she lifted her head, her voice choked with emotion, "Let's go."

"Aren't you staying with Mom" Lu Hanchuan looked at the tombstone behind her.

The way he called out "Mom" was incredibly smooth.

Fu Xiaoyao shook her head and didn't correct his address, "I'm cold."

"Then hurry up and leave." Lü Hánchuan grabbed her hand and walked down the path.

After getting into the car, Lu Hankan's body was almost soaked through.

The rain was too heavy, splashing high on the ground. Besides, he had given her most of his umbrella, so it's no wonder he got wet.

Looking at Lü Hànchuan like this, Fu Xiaoyao's heart couldn't help but be moved.

She took out a handkerchief from her bag and handed it to him, "Here, wipe it."

Lu Hanchuan didn't say anything, and took the handkerchief.

But he didn't wipe his own face, instead he wiped the water off her face.

"You..."

"Don't move!" Lu Hanchuan whispered.

Fu Xiaoyao obediently stayed still, allowing him to wipe her face.

After wiping, she reached out. Just as she was about to ask him to give her the handkerchief, after all, it was already damp.

But unexpectedly, Lu Hanchuan actually used the handkerchief that he had wiped her face with to wipe his own face.

Fu Xiaoyao's small face flushed red, so red that it was practically burning. She even felt dizzy in her head.

She felt embarrassed by his actions.

She had never imagined that a man with mild obsessive-compulsive disorder would do something like this.

"What's wrong" Lu Hanchuan saw Fu Xiaoyao staring at him, and turned his head to look at her.

Fu Xiaoyao shook her head, her voice a little hoarse, "It's nothing."

"Why are you so red What's the matter" Lu Hanchuan asked her.

Fu Xiaoyao touched her face, it was indeed burning hot, but she didn't know what to say.

She couldn't possibly say that she was blushing because of his actions, could she

Seeing Fu Xiaoyao's silence, Lu Hanchuan put down his handkerchief, "Are you sick"

"No." Fu Xiaoyao shook her head.

However, as she shook her head, she felt even more dizzy, and a nausea came over her.

Lu Hanchuan sensed something was amiss with her. He reached out and touched her forehead, his expression turning grave upon doing so. "You have a fever"

"No way," Fu Xiaoyao said, not quite believing it. "I haven't been in the rain for very long, how could I already have a fever It can't be this fast, right"

"You really have a fever! Feel it yourself!" Lu Hanchuan put his hand down.

Fu Xiaoyao reached out and touched her forehead. It was burning hot, so she quickly withdrew her hand. "I really have a fever."es cold to the extreme. "It means uncontrollable bleeding, it means leukemia gets worse, she loves ballet so much, she dreams of performing on the Lincoln stage, how could she possibly commit suicide...