The Runaway Wife of the Godfather of the Republic of China

Chapter 315 The Grand Finale (2)
When the Tang family marries a wife, it is natural to go to the ancestors to burn incense and sacrifice according to the ancestor's precepts.

The long convoy of black cars drove slowly out of the city and headed for the outskirts of the city.

"Xiaowen Temple" stands quietly in the warm sun after the snow.

A few old crows looking for food hovered over the branches of the dead tree, calling desolately.

The sound of a car engine interrupted their chatter.

The well-trained Yanlong cousin has already opened the car door respectfully for Ye Qingran and Tang Chengxun.

With a smile on his face, Tang Chengxun took Ye Qingran's hand into the "Xiaowen Temple".

Ye Qingran stepped on the red carpet that had already been laid on the ground, her heart was already in her throat.From Tang Chengxun's patient entrustment in the morning, she realized the necessity and danger of their being here.

The corner of her eye was scattered in the residual snow that disappeared around the red carpet.

She took his hand even more firmly.

The elderly monastery presided over the chanting with closed eyes, and two young novice monks lit incense, Tang Chengxun and Ye Qingran respectively took over, and placed them one by one in front of the ancestral tablet of the Tang family.

Immediately, the fragrance lingers and envelops.

Tang Chengxun and Ye Qingran kowtowed reverently.

In the quiet air, apart from the bitter smell of winter snow outside the window, there was the sound of the golden beads shaking on Ye Qingran's skirt.

Tang Chengxun's attention seemed to be outside the window.

An old plum tree slanting out of the window is in full bloom, the snow on it is rustling, and a bird leaps into the sky from the window sill.

Then the sound of heavy leather shoes came from the courtyard.

Tang Chengxun's eyes shone fiercely as he looked towards the door.

Ishihara Ichiro and Wang Jingtong, dressed in black, had already arrived.

The burning incense landed on the palm of Ye Qingran's hand, scorching her skin, she didn't even notice it.

Originally, Tang Chengxun had set up guard posts outside the temple for defense, but now Ishihara Ichiro came swaggeringly, what did it mean?
Her hands and feet were cold, and she had already forgotten the next move, but stood side by side with Tang Chengxun tightly.

"Bang bang bang-"

A gunshot rang out, and the abbot and the young novice fell into a pool of blood.

"How did you get in?" Tang Chengxun's eyes were tense.

"Tell him, Mr. Wang." Ichihara Ichiro laughed triumphantly, "It seems that Mr. Tang hasn't figured out many things yet!"

"Everyone you brought today has been taken by us—" Wang Jingtong wiped his neck with his right hand.

Noisy footsteps followed.

Japanese military police with live ammunition quickly surrounded them.

"It seems that I underestimated you." Tang Chengxun took a step forward, blocking Ye Qingran with his body.

Ye Qingran passed him again, and stood side by side with him, looking coldly at Ishihara Ichiro and Wang Jingtong opposite.

Ishihara Ichiro fixed his eyes on the beautiful woman in gorgeous clothes who was a few steps away from him.

The vermilion figure symbolizing auspiciousness was reflected in his eyes, burning like a hopeless flame.

The disdain and disgust in her eyes deeply burned his heart.

"Yingzi, long time no see." His raspy voice carried a unique gentleness.

"You lingering Japanese! I'm not Sakurako! I'm Ye Qingran!" She replied coldly.

"I said you are, you are." Ishihara Ichiro looked deeply at the woman in vermilion.

"She is my wife." Tang Chengxun said bitterly.

Today, she is slender and slim, her slender waist is in the man's arms, and her eyes are clear but looking back at herself with incomparable resentment.

He laughed unwillingly.

"Sakura, you broke the vow we made on the Wuming Mountain that year! You once married me in Bai Wugou, which I personally chose, how can you wear the wedding dress for another man again now!"

(End of this chapter)