C8

Six years later, in A city.

Grave garden.

After the heavy rain, it was a bit cold.

Jane was wearing a black dress, holding a small boy by the hand in front of a tombstone.

There was a picture of a woman in her thirties on the gravestone. She had delicate features and a gentle smile on her lips.

There were several words carved into the bottom of the photo.

Li Nian Chu's Tomb.

"Mommy, is this my grandmother?"

Jane looked up at the photograph on the tombstone and then up at the woman beside her.

Jane nodded, then placed the flower in her hand beside the tombstone and whispered, "Mom, I'm back! I'm sorry I haven't come to see you for so long. "

In six years, she hadn't set foot in A City, and she had never seen her mother.

She was an unfilial daughter!

"Hello, Grandma. I'm Jane Xu, your handsome and lovely grandson!"

Jane Xu looked at the cemetery and slightly bent over to introduce herself.

Jane Tong could not help but laugh at Jane Xu.

"Your grandmother must like you very much!"

"Of course! I love everyone, flowers bloom, and cars, I will definitely like you!"

Jane snorted.

"En, you are the most adorable!"

Jane looked at Jane's hair and then continued to look at the tombstone. She stretched out her hand to touch the picture on the tombstone and whispered, "Mom, this time I will definitely come back and seek justice for you. I will even take back everything that belongs to us, no matter the cost!"

"Mommy, what did you say?"

Jane Xu looked at Jane and whispered, somewhat puzzled.

"Nothing, just a few quiet words with your grandmother!"

Jane stood up straight and laughed.

"Then I want to say it too!"

As Jane approached the cemetery, she also lowered her voice and whispered, "Grandmother, you must bless me by finding a good father. This way, Mommy won't have to suffer so much anymore!"

"What did you tell your grandmother?"

Jane asked.

"Secret!"

Jane was speechless and said, "Forget it, let's go back."

Jane Tong pulled Jane Xu's hand out of the cemetery. Jane Tong had just driven away.

A black Koenigsegg stopped in front of the cemetery's entrance, and the door opened.

A cold man got out of the car.

He was very cold. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's and as dark as a bottomless pit. He had a tall nose, a cold face, and lips as thin as paper. He gave people a dangerous feeling, as if he was a devil from hell.

"Young Master Lu, your flowers!"

Assistant Qin immediately opened the car door and passed the flower in his hand to Lu Zhan Bei.

Lu Zhan Bei received it indifferently, before heading into the depths of the cemetery.

Lu Zhan Bei stood in front of Li Nian Chu's tombstone and was about to put down the flower in his hand when suddenly, the bright red flower beside the tombstone caught his eye.

The flowers beside the tombstone were exactly the same as the ones in his hand. They were all Li Nian's favorite flowers, and also the ones that Jane Tong would send over every year …

Jane Tong!

Lu Zhan Bei's pupils contracted before he immediately raised his head to look around the cemetery.

In the quiet graveyard, besides him, there was no other figure …

Could it be that he was overthinking things?

No, no one but Jane would send flowers...

Placing the fresh flowers beside the tombstone, Lu Zhan Bei turned around and left the cemetery.

"Think of a way to call out the surveillance cameras at the entrance to the cemetery!"

Lu Zhan Bei sat in the car. His voice sounded cold and excited.

It had been six years, and this woman was finally willing to appear?

"Yes, Young Master Lu!"

"..."

After Jane Tong left the cemetery, she made a call to Zhang Qingqing.

She would never have thought that on her very first day back, she would pass by the person she hated the most in her life!

"Hey, who is it? Early morning disturbed Clear Dream!"

"Qing Qing, it's me, Jane Tong. I'm back. Are you free now? I'll go find you!"

"Jane Tong!"

Zhang Qingqing suddenly sat up from the bed with a look of shock on her face.

"Send me your address!"

Not long after she hung up, Zhang Qingqing sent him an address.

Jane child navigation to Zhang Qingqing's home...