Pampering Handbook of Rich Flowers

Chapter 119 I Will Leave Him
France is six hours behind the country.

In other words, Paris at 18:00 is already the early morning of the next day in China.

Arlo leaves work at 05:30.

Wen Qing is baking a cake at home, and the cake is expected to be baked at four o'clock, plus the process of spreading butter, decorating, and writing.

He came home just in time to see a cute little birthday cake.

The doorbell rang at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Wen Qing glanced at the audio-visual system, it was a strange blond old man, wearing a pair of round glasses, looking friendly.

Wen Qing hesitated to open the dialogue system.

"can I help you?"

No matter how kind he looks, he is still a stranger to her, and it is impossible for Wen Qing to open the door for him.

She spoke English, and the old man opposite quickly replied to her in English.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Wen Qing? I am the housekeeper of Mr. Luo's father. Mr. Luo wants to see you."

Master Luo?
While Wen Qing was surprised, she felt a little embarrassed.

In China, it was because Mr. Luo was not around, so she never visited him.

As a result, when she arrived in France, she even forgot that there was Mr. Luo, and she never thought of meeting him.

In the end, Mr. Luo actually asked Mr. Luo to come over and send someone to find her... Wen Qing was a little embarrassed.

but……

She still asked the person outside the door one more question.

"Is there any evidence to support what you said?"

Lin Ji repeatedly told her to pay attention to safety in the past two days, and A Luo repeatedly told her not to go out, but Wen Qing still didn't go out to meet the old man immediately.

The housekeeper Tanzan was clearly prepared, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed the video call, and soon, Mr. Luo, who was lying on the medical equipment, appeared on the screen of the mobile phone.

The housekeeper explained gently: "Miss Wen wants me to prove that you are looking for her. I'm sorry to disturb your rest time."

"Nothing." Mr. Luo shook his head slightly, staring at the butler for a while: "What about her?"

Wen Qing has not seen Mr. Luo for many years, and he has never been back to China since he went to France.

But she still recognized the face that was three points like A Luo at a glance.

It was somewhat impolite to talk to the elders through the screen, Wen Qing walked out of the manor.

Tansan cut off the communication at the right time, revealed the car behind him to Wen Qing's puzzled eyes, and invited Wen Qing to get in the car.

"Miss Wen, Mr. Luo wants to talk to you face to face, but I need to trouble you to come with me."

Wen Qing also felt that she should meet the old man, and obediently got into the car.

It's not peaceful recently, Luo Chaosheng secretly left some people protecting Wen Qing near the manor, and those people were ordered not to put Wen Qing in danger.

But, is it Mr. Luo's confidant who came to pick him up?This shouldn't be dangerous, right?
Seeing Wen Qing get into the car, these people did not stop her.

It can't be assumed that they don't know anything, they sent a message to Luo Chaosheng and reported it.

Tanzan finally asked the driver to stop in front of a warmly decorated villa, and he got out of the car to show Wen Qing the way.

The two went straight into the villa, and Tansan skillfully led Wen Qing to find the corner of the stairs and walk down.

Wen Qing followed behind Tansan, but the further she walked, the more confused she became.

"Does Mr. Luo live in the basement?"

Wen Qing followed Tansan down a flight of stairs, seeing that this was going down the stairs, she was at a loss.

Tanzan replied gently: "Miss Wen, you will be able to see Mr. soon."

The two went down another flight of stairs.

When we came to a wine cellar, there were a lot of wine in oval wooden barrels scattered around, and the sweet aroma of wine was always in the air.

Tanzan took a small wooden cup by an open wine barrel, and used the cup to scoop a glass of wine from it, showing an expression of enjoyment.

"Sonny is right. The wine fermented at this time is the sweetest."

He happily spoke French, and even handed the glass to Wen Qing: "Miss Wen, this drink is really good, do you want to try it?"

Wen Qing politely refused, with doubts in her eyes: "Didn't you say Mr. Luo wanted to see me?"

Tansan pointed to a hidden door in the depths of the wine cellar that would not be discovered without looking carefully: "Mr. is in there, Miss Wen, go in by yourself."

Wen Qing was a little confused and didn't understand why Mr. Luo lived in such a place.

But soon she understood that this was not Mr. Luo's residence at all!

What Tansan let her in was a utility room!

Wen Qing, who realized something was wrong, immediately wanted to turn around, but it was too late, an iron fence fell out of thin air, and locked her in the small and cold utility room abruptly.

Wen Qing grabbed the railing and looked at Tansan in disbelief: "Why did you lie to me?"

The blond old man's smile was still kind and harmless. He shook his head slightly, then took out a projection device, pointed at Wen Qing to the wall of the utility room where she was.

Wen Qing turned her head, and the figure of Mr. Luo appeared on it.

He was lying on the cold treatment equipment, his aged but still chiseled face was a bit older and weaker than his peers.

He raised his eyes towards Wen Qing, and smiled slightly: "Little girl from the Wen family, long time no see."

Wen Qing couldn't laugh, she leaned against the cold railing and looked blankly at the figure on the wall.

"Mr. Luo, what do you mean?"

Although she was in a complete mess, she was very calm, and she didn't show any panic during the whole process.

Mr. Luo observed her for a while, and came to the conclusion that Wen Qing's psychological quality is good, which is barely a pass in his eyes.

"Don't be nervous, Miss Wen, the old man just wants to talk to you." He said slowly.

"I have always been curious about what kind of woman can make my proud son act like a fool, give up the love of the noble lady and the huge foundation of France, and insist on choosing to return to China..."

Across the screen, Mr. Luo took a serious look at Wen Qing, wrote his dissatisfaction on his face, and sighed heavily.

Wen Qing didn't change her expression, she still stared at the wall with a straight face.

Mr. Luo sighed and said, "My son treats you very well, right? This child is very stupid. He will pour out his heart and soul for whoever he likes."

"I know he spent a lot of money on you, and I don't really care about it, but Miss Wen, what can you give him in return?"

He was getting old, and he suffered from old heart disease during the contest with the Xue family two days ago, so he had to slow down for a while when he said a few words.

Therefore, the speaking speed was very slow, Wen Qing did not interrupt the whole process, and listened to him quietly.

"Although Chaosheng is my child, I have to admit that I am not a qualified father. I have little company with him and don't know much about him, so I still haven't figured out why he likes you."

"Miss Wen, you are beautiful. But apart from being beautiful, I don't see any value in you. "

"In this world, there has never been a shortage of good-looking people, but I hope that the one who can accompany my son is a valuable person."

Mr. Luo spoke slowly but clearly. In the middle of speaking, he even took out a piece of medicine and ate it.

Wen Qing waited quietly for him to finish speaking, and suddenly realized something.

From Luo Chaosheng's return to Shanghai, to him being with her, to their engagement, to his proposal to her again and again.

She has always been puzzled, that is why he is so anxious, he always seems to be eager to pull her to get evidence, and wants to fix her.

Now, her confusion has an answer.

That bastard Arlo, he lied to her.

During the engagement, he said that Mr. Luo was in poor health and could not return to China after being treated in France. Wen Qing asked for a video visit. He said that Mr. Luo needed to rest, and he had already expressed his blessings for the two of them.

Now it seems that the bad health is real, as for the blessing...

Wen Qing looked down at the iron railing beside her, feeling a little headache.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, before today, I didn't know that you viewed my relationship with A Luo in this way."

Wen Qing retained the most basic courtesy to her elders, but when she changed the topic, she looked serious: "But you expressed your views and opinions to me in this way today... Isn't it somewhat impolite?"

She knocked on the iron fence beside her indifferently, and made a clanging sound: "If you only want me to give up A Luo when you talk to me, you can talk about it openly, so why bother?"

Neither humble nor overbearing, justified.

Logical thinking is also good.

A little satisfaction flashed in Mr. Luo's eyes again.

He opened his mouth slowly again, and proceeded to the next step: "don't get me wrong, Miss Wen, I didn't mean to hurt you in any way. I just invited you here to invite you to watch a play, a good show."

Wen Qing didn't understand what he wanted to do and stared at him silently.

On the other side, Mr. Luo suddenly turned the camera, and another scene was being projected on the wall of his ward.

Luo Chaosheng stood in front of a door with a few people Wen Qing had never seen before, with a serious expression, looking nervous, as if he was about to open the door and enter.

Mr. Luo's voice came from the screen in an unhurried manner: "This kid Chaosheng is good in everything, but it was too smooth when he was a child, and he had too few lessons."

"Miss Wen." He said, "Did you see that door? In the room behind the door, there is a hollow trap under the carpet. The trap is full of sharp stones. If it doesn't kill him, it can make him grow lesson."

"My son really likes you. What about you? How much do you like him? How much can you give to each other?" Mr. Luo seemed to smile, his voice tinged with anticipation.

"If I let someone tell him that you are in their hands and let him enter this room alone, or he will hurt you, do you think he will go in?"

Wen Qing frowned, and asked him a question from the bottom of her heart: "Is A Luo really your own?"

Mr. Luo was blocked by her question, and after a long time, he answered slowly: "We look alike..."

Indeed, very similar.

She sighed softly, and said lightly: "If I were you, no matter how dissatisfied I am with his mate selection criteria, at least I wouldn't do such a thing to him today."

Mr. Luo was puzzled: "Today?"

Is there anything special?
Wen Qing looked at the wall clock on the wall of Mr. Luo, with mist in her eyes, and said softly: "It's six o'clock. In China, it's already early morning."

She said, "His birthday is here."

Mr. Luo was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "Miss Wen, you are still too young, and you have seen little in the world. In the world of adults, interests come first."

After all, he secretly sent a message to the butler annoyed, informing him to prepare a table of wine and food.

There are so many things going on recently, he even forgot his son's birthday!

Wen Qing calmly looked at the tall and straight figure on the screen, and said softly: "Mr. Luo, I think I am really young, and I don't understand your world. But I know at least one thing, I will not squander other people's affection and liking."

Because of her words, Mr. Luo also recalled in a trance the past with Luo Chaosheng's mother when he was young...

He began to feel uncomfortable again, poured out another tablet from the bottle, chewed dryly and swallowed the thing without drinking any water.

The bitter taste blooms in the taste buds, but he has long been used to it in the years of fighting with the disease.

It's easy to get rid of the illness, but it's hard to calm down. He frowned: "Miss Wen, you haven't answered my question yet."

"There's no need to answer." Wen Qing sniffed, her almond eyes were slightly red, and she said in a nasal voice, "I understand what you mean."

She said softly: "I will take the initiative to leave him."

Very good, it’s not that love is paramount, don’t pay attention to dedication, and don’t play the set that if you love her, you have to bruise her all over.

On the other side that Wen Qing couldn't see, Mr. Luo slowly showed a smile on his face.

It seems that his child is better than him. At least when it comes to choosing a mate, Luo Chaosheng has no problem with his vision.

But he still asked Wen Qing again: "Miss Wen, are you sure you want to give up this relationship yourself?"

Wen Qing looked at A Luo's irritable face on the screen, and hummed lightly.

If marriage is really a matter between two people, it would be great.

There are too many things to bear for a relationship that is not favored by the elders.

"Are you sure you want to give up on him like this?"

Mr. Luo asked again.

"Actually...you can also choose to see how far he can bear for you."

He talks like a stepfather.

Wen Qing stared at A Luo's figure on the screen, and whispered: "No need, there is no need to continue a relationship that is not blessed."

If Mr. Luo is determined to use this method to force her to leave A Luo, the trap at the door is definitely not as simple as he said.

If he let her choose this, there will definitely be another question.

Road after road is difficult, road is difficult to solve.

Who is hurt?Who is responsible?
Is it her or Arlo?

Where there is life, there is hope.

There is no need to be harsh with him.

Wen Qingxu meandered: "Mr. Luo, I understand what you mean."

"Don't worry, I will end this relationship that should not have started as you wish."

On the other side, on the high-definition wall projection, Wen Qing's every move was detailed and magnified.

Mr. Luo looked at Wen Qing's fragile yet tenacious expression, and nodded.

Yes, it’s all like this and I haven’t cried yet, and my personality is quite strong.

After judging Wen Qing and recording the desired recording, he unilaterally cut off the communication.

On the other side, a kind-faced, slightly chubby blond grandmother came to the fence with a pile of freshly baked bread, and handed it to Wen Qing with a smile.

She spoke French with a kind voice: "Pretty Chinese girl, I may need to trouble you to be a guest at our house for a while, what kind of toast do you like to eat?"

The freshly baked bread exudes a fragrant and tempting aroma, and Wen Qing suddenly thinks of her own cake that is still in the oven.

She silently held the ring on her left hand, closed her eyes, and said softly in her heart: "Happy birthday, Aluo."

Unfortunately, on the sixth birthday, I still can't be by your side.

　Thank you for the cute gifts~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)