Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

As time went by, the atmosphere gradually became tense.

Shen Wanci looked at the two people who were at war with each other, "You can't see the smoke, can't you feel the heat? Also, I have a stomachache, not because I am missing arms and legs and need help..."

She glanced at the metal bedside table and said, "Put it down for me."

Really, I was so angry that I was so angry!

Shen Haoran looked at Bo Jingzhou suspiciously, and then at Nie Yucheng. As a normal man with a general aesthetic, he really didn't know what these two men, who had no shortage of women to chase after them at first glance, liked his sister, a straight woman with steel.

Maybe it’s because Boss Ba has different tastes?

After Shen Wanci asked the doctor when he could be discharged from the hospital, he drove everyone away, including Bo Jingzhou, who had been staying here all night.

She closed her eyes again, but the ward was already bustling with people talking, eating, and the footsteps of doctors, nurses, and patients' family members walking around from time to time.

All these noises kept her awake. After lying there with her eyes closed for a few minutes, Shen Wanci sat up again, holding a bowl and slowly drinking porridge.

She stayed in the hospital for two days before she was allowed to be discharged. During these two days, Pang Mengrong prepared breakfast, lunch and dinner.

"Auntie, there's no need to go to such trouble. During meal time, the hospital cafeteria staff will come up and ask if you want to order. It's so cold, so don't run back and forth."

"You can't worry about the things outside being made at home. I don't know whether the vegetables are washed or not." Pang Mengrong took out the lunch box: "I went to the vegetable market to buy fresh vegetables early in the morning. You have a bad stomach now, so you can't If you want to eat greasy meat, please be patient for now, and when you get home from the hospital, I will make you a table full of your favorite food."

Shen Wanci knew Pang Mengrong's character, and the reason why she was so diligent was to let Shen Haoran join the Bo family.

But she couldn't agree to this. Not to mention that she had divorced Bo Jingzhou, even if they hadn't divorced, she wouldn't agree.

"Auntie, I can't do what you asked me to do. If Haoran..."

If you want to develop in Kyoto, you can live with her first and then slowly find a job.

Pang Mengrong interrupted her: "You are still in the hospital now. Take good care of your health first, and don't think about anything else."

That expression and attitude really looked like a kind elder who had no selfish intentions and just wanted her to take good care of her body.

In order not to trouble Pang Mengrong any more, Shen Wanci forcibly left the hospital after dinner, saying that she had something to do in Kyoto and would rush back immediately after paying homage to her grandfather in the afternoon.

Pang Mengrong called Uncle Shen and asked him to pick him up, "Why are you in such a hurry? You can't wait for a day or two?"

She hasn't had time to pack Haoran's luggage yet.

Shen Wanci: "Well, it's an emergency."

Nie Yucheng and Bo Jingzhou also came. She found them annoying in the past two days and banned them from coming to the hospital.

As expected, my grandfather’s cemetery is very remote. After leaving the city, the car took another forty minutes to get there.

The location of the cemetery is a large wasteland. From a distance, except for my grandfather's tomb, it is just a patch of weeds.

Shen Wanci's face turned bad when she saw this environment, but she hadn't come back to see it in the past three years, so she had no right to accuse him.

Bo Jingzhou on one side also frowned.

Pang Mengrong smiled guiltily: "This is a cemetery planned by the Yuncheng government. It's a bit far away. The previous cemetery still has space, so it hasn't been developed yet. It won't be so desolate in two years. Dad's location It’s the best in feng shui.”

Shen Wanci didn't say anything. She came directly from the hospital. She was still wearing the same pair of fur slippers she had worn when she went to the hospital before. When she stepped on them, her calves were covered by weeds.

There were rocks on the ground and the grass was too deep for her to see. She almost sprained her feet several times.

Bo Jingzhou and Nie Yucheng reached out to help her...

Just when Nie Yucheng's fingertips were about to touch Shen Wanci, Bo Jingzhou reached out and pulled the person into his arms, bent down, and lifted the person up.

He glanced at Pang Mengrong, who was smiling with a guilty and flattering look on his face, and said coldly: "With such good Feng Shui, I wonder if my aunt's family fortune is now tens of billions?"

Pang Mengrong: "...Actually, we will also be weeding after the new year."

The group of people finally reached Grandpa Shen’s tomb.

Shen Wanci's eyes turned red instantly as he looked at the dusty tombstone and the dense weeds around it.

Her grandfather was such a lively person when he was alive. When he was in Kyoto, he would meet up with three or four friends every week to play ball and drink tea. But now, it must be so uncomfortable to be buried in such a desolate place with no human habitation.

Shen Wanci looked at the photo on the tombstone and said nothing for a long time.

Pang Mengrong consciously dragged Uncle Shen to the side to pull grass. She originally wanted to find someone to take care of it in the past two days, but she didn't know that Shen Wanci suddenly fell ill and was clamoring to come before she could be discharged from the hospital. Worship.

This caught her off guard!

Shen Wanci said in a low voice: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I'm late."

She didn't expect it to be like this when she came. She couldn't find a towel to wipe off the dust. She rummaged through the bag twice and finally found only half a pack of tissues.

Bo Jingzhou: "Let's stay here a little longer and ask a good Feng Shui master to take a look and move grandpa's tomb."

When Pang Mengrong heard that the tomb was to be moved, he said anxiously: "This can't be done. It's not good for the tomb to be moved frequently."

She asked the most famous Feng Shui master in Yuncheng to check it out. The old man was buried here to boost his family's wealth.

If they move, whether they are prosperous or not, let’s not talk about whether the Feng Shui master Shen Wanci is looking for will be prosperous.

Shen Wanci's anger that she had been holding in since she got out of the car suddenly rose. She met Pang Mengrong's gaze and sneered: "Then you call that Feng Shui master. I want to ask him. It looks like he is from a poor place." This place, what kind of wealth is it that is so prosperous? If it is really prosperous, why is my aunt still trying to flatter her for her son's job? You are already so rich, why don't you be an idle rich second generation at home, why go out and be angry with others? !”

Pang Mengrong couldn't stand being accused so unceremoniously by his junior, but for the sake of his son's future, he still endured it.

"Wan Ci, what you said is too much. Look at the places where emperors were buried in the past. They are all deep in the mountains and old forests. They are as remote as they are. Dragon veins usually don't grow in those remote places where birds can't grow. The place for eggs.”

Shen Wanci did not accept this idea at all, "Our family does not have a throne to inherit, so there is no need to wrong grandpa so much. I will contact someone to move grandpa's grave. As for the cost, you don't need to worry about it."

If the old man hadn't wanted to return to his roots, she would have even moved the cemetery directly to Kyoto.

Pang Mengrong's face changed, and she raised her voice and refused: "Impossible! Shen Wanci, as a married granddaughter, what qualifications do you have to dictate the affairs of our Shen family? I have been busy serving you these days, and I didn't let you give birth to a child. A little bit of gratitude will actually breed a white-eyed wolf!"