Mrs. Feng is A and Sa

"You...you cursed me to death?!" Lu Ziqiang almost fainted from anger, his whole body kept shaking, "I am not filial, I am not filial!"

"Lu Diandian, you're going too far!" Zhao Xiurong chimed in, pretending to be angry, as if he wanted to kill Lu Diandian with his eyes.

For a moment, almost everyone on the field looked at this side, unable to believe that she would do such a thing.

But Lu Diandian just laid out the things silently, his voice was cold, "These things are not for him."

what?
The scene was silent for a while.

Someone couldn't help but say, "Everyone came here for the same purpose today. Didn't you give it to Lao Lu?"

Lu Diandian was expressionless, "These things are naturally for people who are not in this world. He wants me but he doesn't want to burn them."

"What you said is too much!"

"That's right, no matter how you say it in front of everyone... No matter how unfriendly the family is, how dare you make a scene."

"To be rebellious is to be rebellious, how did Lao Lu raise such a daughter as you!!"

Lu Diandian cast a cold glance at the man, "Uncle Ma? You were my mother's partner during her lifetime. Why do you only remember Lu Ziqiang's birthday, but not today..."

She paused for a moment, her gaze narrowed to Lu Ziqiang.

Clasping the slender hands tightly, suppressing the resentment in my heart, I finally said, "Today is also the anniversary of my mother's death!"

what?
The scene was silent for a while!
For a moment, everyone's expressions were dull.

Lu Ziqiang's cheeks were stiff for a full minute before he finally realized, "What are you making up again? How many years has your mother been dead..."

"Eight years!"

"On July [-] eight years ago, when you and Xiao San were celebrating her birthday outside, she stopped breathing on the hospital bed." Lu Diandian's eyes were a little red, and his clenched hands trembled slightly, "The last time I paid homage to her was six years ago."

She played truant from school alone that year.

On that day five years ago, she had been locked in a small room, and she was groggy every day, like a puppet.

In the next few years, they could only hold sacrifices in other places.

"In the past few years, I didn't know that my father didn't remember this day at all, and even celebrated on this day every year, as if this person had never existed in the world." Lu Diandian looked at the festively decorated living room with eyes It's getting colder.

They took what was left of their mother, and on the day of her death, they put up lanterns and festoons, and carnivaled recklessly, as if they really forgot that she had ever been there.

Lu Ziqiang was stared at by that gaze, and his body was inexplicably nervous.

He could only hold on, "People are dead! Those who are alive should also live for themselves!"

Lu Diandian only said "oh", with a faint smile on his lips.

"You don't have to have a heart, but I'm her only daughter, so I will naturally do what needs to be done."

What's wrong with her wanting to pay homage to her mother?
The people around were silent, and some even secretly put down their wine glasses.

Anyway...

The ex-wife's death day is celebrated with great fanfare, which is a bit... strange.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Lu Ziqiang immediately gave the bodyguard a look, "Send her things to the attic. How she wants to pay homage is her business, don't disturb us!"

"Yes."

"Everyone, let's go to the yard. The food and drinks are ready. Let's continue." Lu Ziqiang smiled again, pretending nothing happened, and pushed the others out.