Jiujiu glanced at Tang Han and revealed her tightly wrapped wrist, which was still bleeding. She didn't defend herself, but the bloody gauze on her wrist was enough to explain to everyone why she didn't come last night.
Cui Zheng, who had a bad impression of Jiujiu because of Tang Han's description, was stunned when he saw Jiujiu's bandaged wrist.
How could a person who was so sad that she cut her wrist to commit suicide after the death of her grandparents be the ungrateful wretch that Tang Han said?
Cui Zheng looked at Jiujiu's face that was so pale that it was almost transparent. Her eyelids were swollen like walnuts. She was obviously so sad that it was about to overflow, but she gritted her teeth and pretended to be strong. Cui Zheng patted Jiujiu's head lovingly and pushed her back. He said, "Go. Go and see your grandparents for the last time."
Jiujiu didn't know Cui Zheng, but she could feel his kindness.
Jiujiu thanked Cui Zheng, and her well-behaved and polite appearance made Cui Zheng have a good impression of her.
With Cui Zheng there, Tang Han didn't dare to drive Jiujiu away like yesterday. He could only watch her walk into the funeral home.
Because Cui Zheng didn't leave, Tang Han didn't dare to continue. In order to please Cui Zheng, Tang Han held Tang Jianguo and Wu Man's funerals very respectfully.
Cui Zheng was busy with official business. After attending the funerals, he only had time to give Jiujiu a business card and left in a hurry.
Without Cui Zheng, Tang Han, who had no scruples, showed his true nature again.
Before the relatives and friends left the cemetery, Tang Han lost his temper in public. He pointed his index finger at Jiujiu's nose and said fiercely, "You are not a member of the Tang family. You are not qualified to live in the house of the Tang family. I give you three days to move out of the Tang family. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
The two elders looked like ordinary old people, but when they were young, they were top researchers who worked on projects for the country. Although they chose to retire because of the early death of their son, their monthly pension was very generous. Moreover, the two elders had a hobby of collecting old objects. Tang Han had long coveted the valuable old objects in their hands.
It happened so suddenly that the two elders didn't even have time to write down their wills before they suddenly passed away. If he didn't seize it now, when would he?
At the thought of driving Jiujiu out of the house, all those things would belong to him alone, Tang Han couldn't help but smile crazily.
Jiujiu placed the bouquet in her hands in front of the two elders' tombs and respectfully kowtowed three times. Only then did she stand up and face Tang Han.
Tang Han had a standard square face. At this moment, his face was tense, and there was an obvious and deep 'Chuan' character between his eyebrows. His face was filled with hostility, and it was very frightening.
Tang Han's posture was obviously looking for trouble. According to Jiujiu's temper in the past, if she didn't directly kill him, she would beat him half to death.
However, in this era of etiquette, Tang Han was an elder, and she was a junior. No matter whether Tang Han's behavior was reasonable or not, as long as she talked back or hit him, she would be the one in the wrong.
Jiujiu understood in her heart. Her eyes swept across Tang Han, and then she turned and walked down the mountain.
Jiujiu didn't care about her reputation, but her words and deeds represented Tang Jianguo and Wu Man, the kind-hearted old couple. She didn't want to ruin the good reputation of the old couple.
There were many opportunities to teach Tang Han a lesson. This time, she endured.
Tang Han thought that if he made trouble, Jiujiu would definitely be scared witless and quickly move out of the Tang family. He didn't expect her to have such a reaction.
Tang Han was stunned at first. After receiving the mocking eyes of many relatives and friends, he was angry and raised his hand to slap her.
At the moment when Tang Han's hand was about to touch Jiujiu, Jiujiu turned around and grabbed Tang Han's arm. She lowered her feet and slightly exerted some force on her shoulder. With a 'bang', Tang Han fell heavily on the ground, which was covered with mud and pebbles. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
Tang He and Tang Xi quickly helped Tang Han up, but Tang Han's body was already covered with mud and grass, and he was as embarrassed as a mud pig.
Under the gaze of so many people, Tang Han was angry and annoyed. His face turned purple, and he pointed at Jiujiu's nose tip and scolded, "You little bitch, how dare you hit your elder?"
Jiujiu couldn't talk back, but she didn't want to lose, so she asked directly, "Do you know how the wound on my hand came about?"
When he was arranging the funeral for Tang Jianguo and Wu Man, Tang Han saw the bandage on Jiujiu's wrist. For this, Tang Han secretly cursed Jiujiu more than once. This waste, she couldn't even cut her wrist. At this moment, when Jiujiu asked, Tang Han said fiercely, "What does the wound on your body have to do with me?"
If it had something to do with him, the grass on the little bitch's grave would have been half the height of a person. How could she stand here and argue with him?
Facing Tang Han's arrogant and domineering face, Jiujiu said slowly, "There is a camera on the street lamp opposite the funeral home. Do you think it has anything to do with you?"
Tang Han, who had been aggressive just now, suddenly changed his expression.
Even if he firmly believed that Jiujiu was not a member of the Tang family, if he didn't allow the picture of Jiujiu entering the funeral home to be seen by Cui Zheng, even if the inheritance of Tang Jianguo and his wife didn't belong to Jiujiu, it would never be his turn.
Tang Han scolded secretly. The little bitch dared to take drastic measures to deal with him, but Jiujiu had something on him. Even if Tang Han wanted to drive her away, he could only swallow his anger.
Tang Han glared fiercely at Jiujiu, then reluctantly left with Tang He and Tang Xi with a gloomy face.
After Tang Han left, the others who had nothing to watch scattered in twos and threes.
In the blink of an eye, the noisy cemetery returned to its former deep silence.
Jiujiu wrapped her wrist with gauze again and patted the grass stuck to her trousers. When she was about to leave, she glanced at someone looking at her.
She turned her head and saw a man standing not far away.
The man was wearing a black suit. His fine hair covered his forehead and eyebrows, only revealing a pair of long and narrow eyes.
The man's face was as cold as a cold moon, and his eyes were as cold as thousand-year-old black ice. His nose was high and his lips were thin. He was very handsome, but his body was very thin. He looked like a sick person who could be blown away by a gust of wind.
When he saw Jiujiu looking over, he did not feel the slightest bit of uneasiness from being caught peeping. Instead, he nodded at Jiujiu very naturally. His natural and unrestrained manner made it seem as if the person who was peeping was Jiujiu.
He confirmed that it was not Mr. Dongyuan.
After Jiujiu left, the assistant Mo Li, who was squatting and tying his shoelaces, asked curiously, "Mr. Cui, do you know him?"
He obviously didn't have the upper hand, but he could turn defeat into victory. This method was very similar to that of a person.
Thinking of his good friend, the man's throat itched. He clenched his right fist and coughed for a long time until his pale cheeks turned red. He said, "No, I don't know him."
If he didn't know him, why did he look at him for so long?
Was this the real-life version of "Woman, you've attracted my attention"?
Thinking of Jiujiu's fierce appearance when she threw people, the corner of Mo Li's mouth twitched. He sighed inwardly. He didn't expect Mr. Cui to like this type. Sure enough, the taste of rich people was very unique.
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