The domineering president goes on a blind date

"Master, you are talking about my short-lived third son. He is already dead, so how can he inherit the Buddha's light?"

"The Buddha's light has only descended upon your family. Whether or not you can receive it depends on your two sons' affinity with the Buddha."

"What should I do?"

"Let your son go to the grave of your deceased son and take over the Buddha's light. After that, if your family wants to use this Buddha's light to protect their fortune, they will need to pay a sum of money."

The uncle smiled disdainfully.

"You big liar, you just want to cheat me out of my money, right? Forget it."

After the incident with Grandma Tong, the two families had spent a lot of money, but the business was not going well. Now they were living off their savings, and spending more money was useless.

"Shut up," Grandpa Tong looked at Si Boming, "Master, our family is not rich, how much money do you want?"

"How much does your illness cost? That's how much does it cost?"

Li Anhe specifically instructed Si Boming to arrange for Grandpa Tong's medical expenses.

The eldest and second uncles of the Tong family are living a tight life now. It is absolutely impossible for them to pay for the medical expenses, so they naturally turn their attention to Tong Nuanwan.

If the medicine was available, they naturally wouldn't come to Tong Nuanwan.

"He is not a liar. He is paying for my medical expenses." Grandpa Tong kicked the chair where my uncle was sitting.

Even so, my uncle still didn't want to pay.

"Money goes away, disasters go away, life is better than before, especially for businessmen."

Hearing this, my uncle became excited. He now dreams about the old days.

"Master, you are right. I will pay for it."

The goal was achieved and Si Boming completed the task.

"The secret has been revealed, and it's time for me to leave."

"Master, walk slowly."

After Grandpa Tong sent Si Boming away, Uncle Tong hurried to visit the graves of Tong Nuanwan's parents.

As soon as he moved out, Ying Zong, who was hiding in the dark, followed him.

The north wind was fierce, like an ice knife hitting one's face. Tong Nuanwan patted his face and continued to walk forward.

She looked around unhappily, and her hatred for Grandpa Tong deepened.

Tong Nuanwan grew up in the countryside, so she naturally knew about this place.

Going further ahead, there is a wasteland in the countryside, where few people come. Because this place is also known as a mass grave, when the elderly in the village die and no one collects their bodies, the village committee will bring them here to bury them.

This is the final destination for the elderly people in the village who have no one to rely on.

"Ouch," Tong Nuanwan stepped on a stone. If Li Anhe hadn't been beside her, she would have rolled down the hillside.

No one visits the graves here, and the road has not been repaired, but they actually buried her parents here.

Tong Nuanwan clenched her palms. After she returned, she would move her parents' graves.

Over the hill, no one comes to burn incense at the graves of the people buried here. The graves are almost invisible, and most of them are covered by rubble and branches.

They walked forward for a while before they saw Ying Zong and several bodyguards. They had cleared the path and tidied up one of the graves.

"is it here?"

"Yes, that's right. We saw him coming with our own eyes."

Yingzong pointed to the tribute next to the tomb mound and said that it was just a few steamed buns and a bowl of noodles.

Tong Nuanwan came to the grave and threw the steamed buns and noodles far away.

"My mother likes to eat rice, and we never make steamed buns at home. My father doesn't like to eat noodles, and we never buy noodles at home. They don't even know my parents' preferences, and they still have the nerve to say that we are a family."

Li Anhe squatted beside Tong Nuanwan and put away the things he brought.