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In the midsummer of June, there were dark clouds over City A for several days in a row.

Since last night, the rain has been falling continuously and finely, wrapping the whole city in an indescribably oppressive dampness.

The top funeral parlor in City A was lined up with all kinds of short guns. Reporters from all walks of life had squatted here since the day they saw the obituary, and all kinds of plastic packaging bags were piled up behind the anti-riot isolation belt.

These reporters did nothing else, just to be able to capture the protagonist of the funeral at the first time - Xi Wang, the only daughter of the late chairman of the Xi Group, Xi Yan, and the next chairman of the Xi Group.

"I said, today is the funeral, and Miss Xi still hasn't shown up?" A young reporter was a little discouraged.

The older man held his breath, took a sip of the cold instant noodle soup, and said, "Why are you in a hurry, this hasn't officially started yet! This is her mother's funeral, so why not come?" If you don't come, you can vent all your grievances in the past few days on writing manuscripts, and the Xi family will definitely come to suppress this kind of news, and we might earn more than taking pictures of her."

"That's right!" The young reporter was re-ignited, adjusted the badge around his neck, and stood back in front of the set up camera.

"Hey!... Here we come!"

Suddenly, a voice came from somewhere in the crowd, and people who had been waiting for a long time raised their cameras one after another.

I saw a retro yellow-brown Bentley driving slowly in the distance. The bright headlights pierced the silence under the rain, and the shutter sounded crazily, snapping pictures of the people behind the anti-peeping window glass.

"Fuck, the Lu family." The older reporter glanced at the photos he took from the angle of the front windshield, and managed to discern the owner of the car from them, rather disappointed.

But in a few seconds, the reporters realized that they had admitted their mistakes again, repeating the actions they had done many times this morning, and put down the cameras in their hands in disappointment.

"Tsk."

At the same time, there was a murmur of discontent in the Bentley.

Lu Changjun crossed Erlang's legs and looked out the window with dissatisfaction at the reporters who had loss clearly written on their faces, and he threw the orange in his hand backwards.

The orange was thrown in a beautiful parabola, and the chubby with Lu Changjun's hostility crossed Lu Ming's sight, and hit Lu Jiabao who was playing the game console with his back turned to it.

It was too late to say it, but Lu Ming hurriedly got up and blocked the orange with his back.

The slender shadow completely enveloped Lu Jiabao, preventing him from being hit.

But the rescued Lu Jiabao frowned, looked at Luming who was blocking his light, stretched out two thin arms and pushed her suddenly, "Hey, you blocked me!"

A soft tangerine hit on the back didn't hurt at all, but Lu Jiabao's push made Lu Ming's tailbone sore violently.

It's hard to believe that a 15-year-old girl would be pushed to the ground by an eight-year-old.

Lu Ming stood up in some embarrassment, and explained: "An orange almost hit you just now."

Lu Jiabao didn't want to say thank you to Luming, he simply said "oh", lowered his head and restarted the game.

Not continuing to find fault with Lu Ming is his greatest gratitude to Lu Ming.

Shi Ning, who was sitting in the front row, heard Lu Ming's words, looked at her husband who was sitting next to her and said a lesson, "I'm telling you, can you stop throwing things around, almost hitting our treasures!"

"It's all right." Lu Changjun glanced at his lively son, picked up the orange that rolled back to his feet, wiped it off, and threw it at Luming, "I'll reward you with an orange."

The eyes that looked at Lu Ming were like a god who gave alms from above.

Seeing Luming was disgusting.

But Lu Ming still stretched out his hand to catch Lu Changjun's "reward", and said with a mixed heart, "Thank you uncle."

Lu Changjun just smiled and didn't say anything to Lu Ming.

For the little girl in front of him, he is her god.

Lu Ming didn't eat the orange, but turned his head out of the window.

The dark clouds in the sky are turbulent and treacherous, connecting the world into darkness with no end in sight.

This world is so big, where is her real home?

A 15-year-old orphan girl, where can she go if she leaves here?

The sound of the rain outside the window became louder, and Lu Changjun continued his dissatisfied remarks: "I said these reporters are so unprofessional? How dare you disrespect my Lu family now?"

While admiring his newly-made nails, Shi Ning said disdainfully: "The biggest protagonist today is the Xi family, how can you show off?"

"Honey, don't you think this Xi Wang is too condescending? The obituary is delivered by the trustee's family. It's obviously his mother's funeral, but it's not sincere at all." Lu Changjun complained.

"That's because she can't come back at all." Speaking of this, Shi Ning laughed, "Looking at today's situation, she may still be trapped abroad, so hurry up."

"Is the Liu family still obstructing it?" Lu Changjun smiled.

"Of course, have you ever seen any other family business that can be called an empire besides the Xi family?" Shi Ning opened a brand new orange as he spoke, "No one can suppress the Liu family's property after Mrs. Xi's death. The Liu family has long been disobedient, and our Shi family is very curious whether this little emperor can secure the throne her mother left for her."

"It's hard for their orphans and widowed mothers. It's not bad to be able to survive until now. After paving the road for her daughter for so long, half of it died. Do you think it's miserable..." Lu Changjun took it as he said. Shi Ning peeled the orange petals for him, "It's better for this woman not to be too pushy. If Mrs. Xi were a canary, she wouldn't have a short life and die early."

Shi Ning frowned when he heard Lu Changjun's words, Lu Ming and Lu Changjun were in his eyes, "You want to raise a canary again?"

Lu Changjun immediately sat up straight, took the orange in Shi Ning's hand with his backhand, fed it to her and said, "How dare you, wife, it's all for you."

……

The two of them were flirting and flirting, and Lu Ming, who was sitting in the back row, tightly held the orange in his hand.

The clear juice broke through the thin peel, mixed with the dust on the ground, flowed down Luming's tiger's mouth, and flowed to her arm.

Her mother was the canary raised by Lu Changjun, and Lu Jiabao was his own younger brother who was gifted by Lu Changjun to Shi Ning, who was barren.

A few raindrops fell from the tree and hit the glass with a patter, Lu Ming's mind played Lu Changjun's words in a loop.

They are also orphans and widowed mothers, Xi Yan brought her children to create such a large property, and built an empire-like family business for her daughter.

And Lu Yan...

Putting Luming under Lu Changjun's name was the only thing her mother did for her future.

But it has also become the shackles that Lu Ming will never be able to shake off and the target of being talked about and ridiculed.

Even the nominal daughter of the Lu family was despised.

Even if it wasn't Lu Changjun's flesh and blood, he was still raising him, and one day he didn't know who he would dedicate it to.

The two people who seem to have the same fate obviously have completely opposite lives.

Lu Ming looked at the condolence building that was getting closer and closer, and wrote the word "xiwang" stroke by stroke in his heart.

Which "xi" is "xi", Lu Ming knows.

But she was not sure which "wang" the "wang" was.

xiwang, xiwang...

It should be hope.

Her mother must have seen her as the hope in her life.

Lu Ming wrote down a word "Wang" with complicated strokes behind the word "Xi" in his heart, childishly and devoutly praying silently for this person who shared somewhat the same fate as her.

I hope she can return to China today to attend her mother's funeral, and I hope she can successfully take over all the properties of the Xi family.

The car stopped in front of the condolence building smoothly. The rain outside was a little heavier than it was just now. Lu Changjun held up an umbrella to pick up Shi Ning in a very gentlemanly manner, and greeted the Chen family couple who arrived at the same time .

And Lu Ming got out of the car with a heavy and bulky black umbrella, and took Lu Jiabao out hastily after holding the umbrella.

Xiongzi stood half selfishly and half intentionally in the center of the umbrella, and Lu Ming awkwardly followed beside him, half of his shoulders were wet by the rain.

Looking at Lu Changjun and his wife who were still chatting, she could only be thankful that she was wearing a small black dress today, and she couldn't tell if it was wet.

"Crack Crack!!!"

Suddenly, Lu Ming keenly caught the particularly crisp and crazy shutter sound coming from behind his ears.

Everyone present also stopped talking and looked in the direction of the sound.

A pure black Maybach slowly drove over from the other side of the road. The jet-black body seemed to swallow all the colors in the world, exuding a dangerous atmosphere like a treacherous black hole.

Lu Ming noticed that the license plate of this car was also black.

She had never seen a black license plate.

"Who is this? Such a grandeur?" Shi Ning wrapped her hanging shawl, quite disdainful.

Mrs. Chen on the side did not agree, her voice sounded incredible, and said: "This seems to be the car of Mrs. Xi's agency in China."

Those present couldn't be more clear about who "Mrs. Xi" refers to.

And the only person who can use this car, everyone present also pressed an unbelievable name in their hearts.

Xi forget.

In this way, the car stopped at the main entrance under everyone's horrified or surprised gazes.

At this moment, the cloudy and chaotic sky also cracked a white-gold slit, and the sun tried its best to tear apart the thick dark clouds and cast a beam of golden light on the side of the car.

Lu Ming's heart beat suddenly for some reason.

Could this be the person named "Xi Wang"? !

She really came!

Lu Ming stared closely at the car door under the golden light.

Amidst the endless clicking of the shutters, first a few strong men came out from another car door, as if anticipating that there would be reporters lurking in, and the bodyguards formed a human wall to surround the narrow car door. Strictly.

The pure black windbreaker was wrapped around their bodies, and they were clearly visible. Lu Ming could feel his ground trembling when he stood there.

Lu Jiabao also seemed to have a natural fear of these people, put down the game console in his hand, and hid behind Lu Ming while clutching Lu Ming's skirt.

Lu Ming comforted Lu Jiabao's few limp yellow hairs. She felt that if a fly flew in at this time, it would be killed by the look of these bodyguards.

After a few seconds of silence, the leading bodyguard opened the car door.

In the cold rain, a pair of pointed lambskin-soled high-heeled shoes protruded from the car, and a cold white slender ankle was exposed under the long black skirt.

Then a scarlet umbrella, like a poppy in this dark world, suddenly bloomed in Lu Ming's sight.

In this funeral is particularly abrupt.