Douluo: Qin Shimingyue system

He fell in love.

Su Fangran never asked him for anything, but Mr. Su had one request.

Su Fangran said it didn't matter, but Mr. Su insisted: "Daughter, this is my father's bottom line. He knows people, so I can rest assured that you will marry her."

He agreed.

No matter how many people around him were ridiculing him at that time, he overcame and endured it, so when he later met Zhu Meiling, he was easily moved.

Zhu Meiling worshiped him, respected him, and regarded him as an idol. Finally, she no longer had to work as hard as she did in the Su family. He felt that this was his love and satisfied his vanity.

After Su Fangran's death, only half a year later, Xia Haijian couldn't wait to change the shareholders and creditors to him, and renamed the company co-founded by Su Fangran and him into Xia's Company.

Many people say that the Su family has a white-eyed wolf.

So what?

Death is like a lamp going out. The rule of survival in this society is that the winner takes all. He has been in the position of Chairman of Xia Corporation for such a long time. No one remembers Su Fangran back then. The only one who sees him is Director Xia Corporation. Such a successful title.

At this moment, Xia Ranran, standing in front of him, was using words to remind him all the time, trying to pull him from the sky into the mud.

"What do you know! You have no sense of family honor at all! What you are doing now is going against me and trampling on the hard work left by your mother!"

Xia Ranran laughed and shook her head.

"Dad, what you owe is not to me or the public, but to my mother. You owe her an apology."

After she said this, she turned around and went upstairs without looking at the expression on Xia Haijian's face.

She knew that Xia Haijian's face must be dull and shocked at this time. When he came back to his senses, he would be replaced by anger. ?

remorse?

There simply won't be.

Mom, you got the wrong person.

…………

Xia Ranran stopped in the corridor for a while, and waited until her mood calmed down a little before she went to the dean's office.

Pushing open the door of the dean's office,

Dean Zhang is wearing a pair of glasses, sitting behind his desk and working.

"I thought you wouldn't come." Dean Zhang raised his head.

Xia Ranran smiled and said, "I will come. No matter what the outcome of this processing is, I will come."

"Then are you satisfied with the current results?"

Xia Ranran nodded, "Satisfactory, very fair, but I came here to ask for a make-up exam opportunity for Lin Qiao."

This time in the midterm exam, Lin Qiao did not take the exam because of Xia Mengshi's drag.

Dean Zhang raised his eyebrows, "I've already recorded the punishment. Does it matter whether I take the exam or not?"

"Dividing people," Xia Ranran said, "may not be important to Xia Mengshi, but it is important to Lin Qiao. She needs this opportunity."

After this period of time, although everyone on the Internet was criticizing Xia Mengshi, there was also another force questioning Lin Qiao.

Questioning Lin Qiao's learning ability, questioning her impossibility to become the number one in her grade, nor to replace her as the God of Study.

Dean Zhang nodded, "Okay, I will arrange it."

"Thank you, Dean."

Xia Ranran didn't expect that this matter would be resolved so quickly.

She was already prepared for a verbal battle and had already typed up the draft.

It was just like yesterday, but because of Huo Jingshen's sudden participation, all the drafts she had prepared were not used.

Huo Jingshen helped her a lot in private.

Of course, it also includes...Grandma Lin Qiao's funeral.

The funeral is scheduled for [-] p.m.

When Xia Ranran drove Lin Qiao and Zhao Feifei to the cemetery, Huo Jingshen had already asked Lu Bei to make arrangements.

Lu Bei came over and opened the car door.

"Ms. Xia, Mr. Huo only invited some close people inside, as well as the medical staff who sent Mrs. Lin on her last journey."

Lin Qiao thanked her.

She really said thank you.

Grandma moved back to her hometown, but her hometown was still too far away, and in the past three years, the neighbors in the village with whom grandma had a good relationship had all grown old and sick.

Her original intention was to keep everything simple.

Just like now.

She stood in front of her grandmother's tombstone, waiting for people to come up one by one to bow and bring flowers, so she stood and returned the gift.

Maybe it was because her mood in the past two days was too complicated, like a roller coaster, rising and falling. At this time, even at her grandmother's funeral, she couldn't shed a single tear.

She looked at the only photo of her grandmother from when she was hospitalized on the tombstone, and felt her eyes dry.

Others sincerely said to her: "Please have my condolences."

However, who can really empathize with it?

She is the only one left in this world.

After the funeral, Xia Ranran came forward, holding a box in her hand.

"This was left by the medical staff when they were sorting out your grandmother's belongings. There is a letter written to you in it."

The movements in Lin Qiao's hands were a little slow.

She slowly took the box and placed it on the ground.

Open the box, and on the top of the box is the letter.

There was no writing on the envelope, but the mouth of the envelope was sealed.

She opened the envelope with trembling fingers and took out a thin piece of letter paper from inside.

"Jojo, when you read this letter, I have already left."

The self on the letter is crooked and needs to be carefully identified.

Looking at such handwriting, Lin Qiao's mind seemed to be a moving video. Grandma was sitting alone in the ward, wearing reading glasses, holding a pen with trembling fingers, trying her best to write the handwriting as clearly as possible. Neat, but every stroke is so difficult.

Xia Ranran said: "A nurse asked grandma if she could help her write it. Grandma only needs to dictate it, but grandma refused. She said that the last letter must be written by hand to be more sincere."

After hearing this, Lin Qiao, whose eyes had always been dry and had no tears, collapsed and burst into tears.

She held the thin piece of letter paper between her fingers and rested her forehead on the tombstone.

"Grandma, why can't you wait for me... It's all my fault. If I had resisted earlier, it would definitely be better than now... Grandma, I'm sorry..."

Zhao Feifei wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Xia Ranran.

"Let her cry. Only when she has cried enough can she welcome the new life in the future."

Zhao Feifei sighed inwardly, "Hey, I also know that Lin Qiao's cowardly temper must be related to this matter, but it is not fatal... Her grandmother's disease, without kidney transplantation, would have been... It’s been delayed long enough.”

Even if Lin Qiao had long wanted to resist, what was the use?At that time, she didn't know Xia Ranran, and Xia Ranran didn't know Huo Jingshen. Who could help her?

In this society, there are too many powerless people and there are too many things that are powerless.