The night was charming. The neon lights of Harbor City looked more prosperous and beautiful against the snowflakes on the ground.
Song Yunxuan stood in the square outside the hotel, looking at the snowflakes in the sky.
Mei Qi asked, "Do you want to go somewhere else?"
Song Yunxuan smiled, replying, "I thought you would object to me going away."
Mei Qi said, "Don't worry. I'll be with you. I'll protect you."
Hearing Mei Qi's words, Song Yunxuan smiled, replying, "Thank you."
From the bottom of her heart, she thanked Mei Qi for being willing to accompany her at this time.
Song Yunxuan pulled the scarf around her neck to cover most of her face. Then she walked to the Times Square with Mei Qi.
The square was invested and built by the government of Harbor City. It was a landmark tourist attraction of Harbor City.
The first snow in Harbor City attracted many guests staying in the King Hotel. When Song Yunxuan arrived, there were a lot of people in the square.
There were also many teenagers posing for pictures.
Almost every young man was holding a mobile phone in his hand, busy taking pictures, retouching pictures, and uploading them to WeChat Moments.
There were also young lovers hiding in the corner of the square, hugging and kissing sweetly.
Song Yunxuan looked at the noisy square, feeling like she was in a dream.
Everything around her was affecting her mood more and more as the neon lights changed.
She clenched her fingers slightly.
Tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes.
Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew. It carried small snowflakes and blew into Song Yunxuan's hair.
Song Yunxuan was blown by the wind and raised her hand to cover her eyes. Then she saw on the steps of the square next to her, a tall and thin boy in a thin windbreaker was protecting a newly lit white candle with his hand, and then he carefully placed the candle on the steps.
Song Yunxuan's eyes were attracted by the tall and thin teenager.
Mei Qi also followed Song Yunxuan's gaze.
It was a handsome young man with snow-white skin and black feather-like hair. He wore a black windbreaker, and his lips were thin and straight. It was impossible to tell what kind of emotions were in his eyes, but they were as calm as a bottomless abyss.
Song Yunxuan frowned and involuntarily walked towards the teenager.
Mei Qi also walked over with Song Yunxuan. When he got closer, he saw clearly that the boy was mourning someone else.
A bouquet of perfumed lilies was placed on the steps, and a white candle was burning in the snow.
Behind the candle was a small photograph.
It was black and white, and because of the lighting, it was hard to see what the person in the photo looked like.
Song Yunxuan walks forward.
Hearing the footsteps, the boy immediately raised his eyes and looked at Song Yunxuan.
Song Yunxuan looked at him. The boy frowned. It seemed that he didn't like being looked at. He picked up the black and white photo and put it in his pocket. Then he turned around and left.
Seeing the young man leaving, Mei Qi frowned and said, "Manager Song, this young man looks familiar."
Song Yunxuan slightly lowered her eyes and changed the topic for no reason, "Help me arrange it. I want to see Yi after seeing Luo Xi."
Hearing this, Mei Qi nodded, replying, "OK."
Hearing Mei Qi's promise, Song Yunxuan withdrew her gaze from the direction where the young man left and looked at the perfumed lilies and the white candle on the steps.
This young man did give her a familiar feeling.
However, he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
Song Yunxuan and Mei Qi wandered around the square. When it was almost ten o 'clock, they returned to the hotel to rest.
Song Yunxuan didn't sleep well. She was a light sleeper and easily woke up with a little noise.
In addition, she was almost ten weeks pregnant. Her pregnancy reaction was more serious, so she couldn't sleep well.
In the middle of the night, she suddenly had a dream about Chu Mochen. She was so shocked that she suddenly sat up in bed.
She sighed and calmed down. Then she lay down on the bed again.
Then she watched the black sky outside gradually turn dark blue, light blue, and light blue.
The first rays of the morning sun shone through the open window, accompanied by the chill of the morning air.
Song Yunxuan stood by the window and took a deep breath.
The chill in the winter passed into her body from the air.
Mei Qi knocked on the door and came to her ears, "Manager Song?"
Song Yunxuan slowly closed the window.
Mei Qi called again, "Manager Song, are you up?"
"Yes, I'll go out right away."
"Miss Zang is here."
Song Yunxuan was a little surprised by Mei Qi's words.
Zang Linger came so early?
After washing up in the bathroom, she left the room to meet Zang Linger.
Zang Linger had already followed Mei Qi to the restaurant in the hotel. She was sitting by the window in the room with a sea view, drinking milk.
Seeing Song Yunxuan come in, Mei Qi smiled and said readily, "I've made an appointment with Luo Xi for you."
"Why? Doesn't Luo Jiachi strictly supervise this grandson?"
"Luo Jiachi is old. He said that he should supervise this grandson, but in fact, he can't do much. Luo Xi's uncle does most of the work."
Hearing Zang Linger's words, Song Yunxuan laughed, "The young master of the Luo Family must hate this uncle very much."
"Yes, but there is nothing he can do. He hasn't grown up yet."
Zang Linger smiled and changed the topic, "Well, have breakfast. After breakfast, I'll take you to the Luo Family."
Song Yunxuan nodded and sat down to eat.
She had asked Mei Qi to investigate the Luo Family in detail, and he had almost done it.
Luo Xi's parents died when he was seven years old. As for the cause of death, the Luo Family did not explain in detail. They only said that they died of illness.
Song Yunxuan did not doubt this because Luo Xi's father did receive treatment in the hospital for a long time before he died.
However, Luo Xi's mother simply said that she suddenly had a brain disease and died.
Song Yunxuan did not pay attention to the cause of the death of Luo Xi's parents. She just looked at all the stages of Luo Xi's growth from childhood to the present.
From the time he was born until now, there was nothing that could cause him to have a twisted mentality.
If there was, it was probably that everything in the Luo Family was controlled by Luo Jiachi. However, Luo Jiachi had not handed over the power to his youngest son or his eldest grandson.
Maybe because Luo Xi was the eldest grandson and was too favored, his youngest son would make trouble for Luo Xi from time to time.
This kind of trouble would not hurt Luo Xi's life, but it was definitely enough to make Luo Xi hate his uncle more and more in the long-term torture.
It was said that it was his uncle who hired someone to assassinate Luo Xi in the bar.
After the meal, Song Yunxuan went to the Luo Family with Zang Linger.
When they were about to arrive at the Luo Family, Zang Linger pointed to a path, "Don't go to the main gate of the Luo Family. Let's go through the side gate."
Mei Qi, who was driving in the front, laughed, "This young master is so neglected in the Luo Family that even guests have to go through the side gate instead of the main gate."
"Didn't I tell you? This poor young master is now in the process of confinement. It will be difficult to meet him. I helped you make an appointment with him this time, but no one else can know it. "
"Which one?"
"Of course it's his uncle Luo Nan."
"This uncle is really a busybody."
Zang Linger laughed, "Exactly. If it weren't for this nephew, the whole Luo Family would have been in Luo Nan's pocket. Because of Luo Xi, he can't be the head of the Luo Family now."
"That's because Luo Jiachi doesn't think highly of his son's ability. That's why he gave the heavy responsibility to his eldest grandson."
Song Yunxuan said.
The old master of the Luo Family certainly did not live in vain. He should be good at judging people.
If the youngest son really had the ability to support the whole Luo Family, Luo Jiachi would certainly not be partial to the eldest grandson to inherit the family business when he grew up.
And Luo Jiachi waited for his eldest grandson to grow up, because he didn't believe that his youngest son had such ability.
Hearing Song Yunxuan's words, Zang Linger nodded in agreement, "If I were Luo Nan, I would spend all my energy on how to manage the family business instead of dealing with such a little boy."
"Fighting with the young master like this will only make Luo Jiachi feel that he is a good-for-nothing."
Song Yunxuan said.
Zang Linger also laughed, "Yes. But Luo Nan is brainless. He can't figure out what is good for him and what is bad for him."
Song Yunxuan smiled and said nothing else.
The car drove along the path. The cement road was not very wide, but there were neat walls on both sides of the road. There were thin vines on the walls.
"I heard that Luo Xi's mother likes wisteria very much. Luo Xi's father dotes on his mother, so he specially planted wisteria outside the yard. These wisteria are beautiful when they bloom in summer."
"His parents have been dead for more than a decade now."
Song Yunxuan said.
Zang Linger nodded, "Seventeen years."
The young master of the Luo Family was already twenty-four years old.
It was time for him to go to the Luo Family to show off.
Unfortunately, an uncle had been standing in his way.
This uncle was a stumbling block for Luo Xi, but he was unable to get rid of him.
Luo Jiachi was not a heartless person. It was impossible for him to put his youngest son in danger for his eldest grandson, let alone help his eldest grandson to get rid of his youngest son.
The old man was in a dilemma, which led to the current situation.
Looking at the bare vines outside the window, Song Yunxuan fell silent.
Zang Linger turned to ask her, "Have you thought about how to talk to Luo Xi about this?"
Song Yunxuan smiled, "I want to see what kind of person the young master of the Luo Family is."
If he was a cruel and ruthless man as the rumors said, she would not send Shao Xue to such a man.
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