Chapter 262: 262: Fang Bao Shows Love – Uncle Notices the Clue

No one answered, and after a while, coughing noises came from inside.

The servant, unsure of the old master’s intentions, dared not barge in and disturb; he waited outside for a long time before leaving.

Xu Yunci was in the living room, frantically searching for a lawyer.

Luo Yinghe must have just been called back, still wearing her outdoor clothes and heavy makeup, when she suddenly commented, “Retribution.”

Xu Yunci glared at her, “Go upstairs, stop causing trouble here.”

She snorted and clattered up the stairs.

At ten o’clock, Jiang Zhi brought Zhou Xufang home. She had been crying in the attic of the Luo Family’s house. Perhaps tired, she slept all the way in the car.

Jiang Zhi carefully carried her out of the car; she didn’t wake up until they reached the bedroom, and as soon as he laid her on the bed, she opened her eyes.

“Awake?”

“Mm.” Her voice was nasal from crying.

Jiang Zhi took off her shoes and covered her with a blanket.

Her hand stretched out from under the blanket and wrapped around his neck, “I just fell asleep, had a dream.” It wasn’t a dream, but her past.

Jiang Zhi sat on the bed, propped his hand on the pillow, and leaned over to look at her, “Did you dream about me?”

Zhou Xufang nodded, “I dreamed I kissed you.”

Jiang Zhi kicked off his shoes, lay down, and pulled her into his arms, starting to remove her outer jacket under the blanket, “Who taught you to kiss boys at such a young age?”

She hugged him, laughing.

Jiang Zhi said, “Lift your hand.”

She lifted her hand.

Jiang Zhi tossed her jacket off the bed, then his own, and half propped himself up, looking at her red eyes, “You cried while you were asleep just now, no more crying.”

She agreed.

“Jiang Zhi.”

“Mm.”

The window in the room was open, the outside wind blowing in, causing the chandelier’s crystals to flicker, shattering the light into slices that fell into her eyes, filled with countless reflections of Jiang Zhi.

She hugged his neck, pulled him in, and kissed his cheek, “I think I like you even more now.”

Jiang Zhi smiled, asking how much she liked him.

How much indeed?

She thought for a moment, “I want to cook meat for you, pick foxtails for you, go to the sky to catch stars for you.”

She wanted to give him all the most beautiful things in the world, her life, herself, her longevity, her whole future.

Jiang Zhi propped his chin with one hand, the other on her waist, “What else?”

And there was more.

She said, “I want to marry you, bear your children.”

Jiang Zhi slid his hand under the blanket, wrapping his arms around her as they both crawled inside, “Zhou Xufang.”

“Mm.”

He went silent, switched off the light, and tossed his clothes onto the floor.

Zhou Qingrang and Tang Xiang had an appointment to meet at the nursing home at ten in the morning.

Before leaving, he received a phone call.

“The year Miss Zhou gave birth to a boy, Tang Guangji and his wife adopted a child from the countryside into the Luo Family, and that child had a chromosomal anomaly.”

“If they are close relatives, it’s very likely to give birth to children with chromosomal anomalies.”

“Mr. Zhou, if I am not mistaken, Luo San, the adopted son of the Luo Family, must be the child your sister bore.”

“Eight years ago, a fire broke Luo San perished in the blaze.”

Zhou Qingrang sat in the passenger seat, lost in thought.

“Senior.”

“Senior.”

Tang Ying called him twice.

Only then did Zhou Qingrang look up, “Yes?”

She pulled over to the side of the road, “We’ve arrived at the nursing home.”

He glanced outside the car window, picked up his cane, “Thank you.” After expressing his thanks, he opened the door and got out of the car with the aid of his cane.

Very polite.

Although they had known each other for so many years, had he not been in a hurry to come here, had she not been “on the way,” he probably wouldn’t have even ridden in her car.

Tang Ying was still sitting in the driver’s seat, “I’ll wait here for you.”

He shook his head, “No need, you can go back. Be careful on the road.”

Tang Ying had no choice but to leave first.

“Uncle.”

It was Tang Xiang, coming out to meet people, just catching a glimpse of the rear of the red private car, clearly a woman’s car, “Girlfriend?”

Zhou Qingrang shook his head, “A colleague.” He walked slowly with his cane, “How’s your mother?”

Tang Xiang replied, “Her condition has stabilized.”

Ms. He had previously been kidnapped by Luo Qinghe, which had greatly shocked her, leaving her in a very poor mental state for a while. Zhou Qingrang had intended to visit earlier but delayed his visit worrying it might further upset her.

Zhou Qingrang, concerned about Ms. He’s illness, “May I see her?”

Tang Xiang led him towards the interior of the nursing home, slowing her pace but not making it obvious, “It should be fine, I’ve casually mentioned you a few days ago, and my mother didn’t have much reaction.”

At that moment, Ms. He was in the nursing home’s garden, sunbathing. She sat in a wheelchair, with a nurse pushing her around, and she saw Tang Xiang from a distance.

“Xiangxiang.” Ms. He waved at Tang Xiang.

Tang Xiang led Zhou Qingrang over.

Ms. He noticed the man with her, “Who is this?”

Ms. He’s memory was muddled, sometimes in the past eight years, sometimes over twenty years ago. Tang Xiang let the nurse go back to the ward while she pushed the wheelchair, “Mom, don’t you recognize him?”

Ms. He didn’t recognize him, sizing up Zhou Qingrang, “You are?”

She had aged a lot, compared to before.

Zhou Qingrang stepped up to her, slightly bowing, “I am Qing Rang.”

Ms. He, surprised, replied, “You’re also called Qing Rang? I have a younger brother named Qing Rang, but he’s only a teenager, still studying, and doing very well in school.”