Rebirth in the 90s: Her Counterattack and Redemption

Chapter 1241 - 741: Rage_2

”Luoluo, do you have any?” Zhao Qianqian immediately widened her eyes, looking delighted.

”I don’t have any, but I believe my three masters can concoct some formulas to delay aging. They’re all in their sixties and seventies yet look rosy and have not a trace of age spots. If anyone says they don’t have any formulas, I’d never believe it, not for a second.”

”Luoluo, I’m counting on you,” Zhao Qianqian stood up and strutted over to Luo Ye’s bed, shaking her in a playful manner, ”You can’t back out.”

Luo Ye made a retching gesture, ”Buddha, Jesus, Virgin Mary, whoever, just come and take this little demon away! Don’t let her wreak havoc anymore!”

”Say that again!”

”Buddha, Jesus...”

”Annoying!”

The two laughed and twisted together. Once they stopped, Luo Ye rubbed her face, sore from laughing, and turned serious: ”Qianqian, this time the task is for both of us.”

Since she finished detailing tonight’s events, Zhao Qianqian has been fixated on the youth-rejuvenating potion, unwilling to mention anything else. It’s not that she wants to focus solely on aging; she’s deliberately changing the topic.

The action was completed with the cooperation of Liu Yulong and Liu Yumei siblings. Zhao Qianqian was embarrassed to take half the credit but didn’t feel comfortable saying so, so she deliberately diverted the conversation to avoid feeling stuck.

Since it was a joint effort, there exists a chance of deviation. She doesn’t want to hog the credit, hence if she doesn’t bring it up, then Luo Ye will!

In Zhao Qianqian’s eyes, a quick flash of gratitude appeared, followed by a playful smile: ”Of course, it’s impossible to shake me off!”

Seeing her accept without pretense, Luo Ye also smiled: ”Qianqian, if we have another chance in the future, we’ll go on missions together!”

”Sure!” Zhao Qianqian nodded vigorously, her mood lifted from the lingering sadness of paying respects to Grandma. Such an invitation equates to recognition!

”Forget it, let me mix some ointment for you. No amount of makeup will cover those eyes.” Luo Ye said as she got out of bed, took two small bottles from a small cabinet, and with an unused cap mixed a thumb-sized portion at a one-to-one ratio, handing it to Zhao Qianqian, ”Apply it gently with your fingertip, stop after half an hour, and it will be completely de-swollen in two hours.”

”You had such good stuff and didn’t give it to me earlier? Luoluo, I hate you! My hand’s been frozen stiff all this time!” Zhao Qianqian muttered as she applied the ointment.

...

The next day was the memorial service for the father; the Lu Family was immersed in sorrow.

Lu Dongdong and Lu Qingqing were dealing with bad emotions, hosting friends, and keeping an eye on Mom, hence all sorts of preparations fell onto Wen Su’s shoulders.

Lu Zhishan’s body was never found; what’s brought back was a small urn of grayish-white ashes. Over the past few days, Lu Qi held that small porcelain jar day and night, her eyes swollen so she couldn’t see anymore.

”Alas, a crime of fate!” Uncle Sun came over, saw Lu Qi’s condition, and sighed heavily, ”No idea what’s going on with the leaders, Zhishan’s memorial coinciding with the mine’s sympathy performance — isn’t this just bullying?”

”Sympathy performance?” Lu Qingqing, who had been sitting with her head down, suddenly stood up, ”Uncle Sun, what’s this about? What sympathy performance?”

”It’s the city leaders organizing a performance to console the miners injured in the accident, with performers sent by the province and city. The Mine Art Troupe is busy rehearsing today. Sigh!” Uncle Sun sighed again, shaking his head, ”This world, it’s discouraging.”

”How could they do this? It’s such bullying; all these years, my dad’s contributions to the mine, everyone saw that! He just had an accident with the cause still unknown...” Lu Qingqing started crying and couldn’t go on. Lu Qi, blankly raising her head, glanced at her daughter, frowned, tightly held the jar, and drifted into thought. Over the past few days, everyone tried various ways to take the jar, but all failed.

”Wen Su, isn’t your uncle involved in this? If he doesn’t agree, no one dares to do this, right? After all, he personally visited my house to console us; how could he do this?” Lu Dongdong looked at Wen Su with an unfriendly gaze.

”Well...” Wen Su frowned. He once secretly called his uncle, who just exchanged pleasantries and then excused himself for being busy and hung up. Calling Luo Ye resulted in no response; the father-daughter pair’s reaction made him feel something was amiss, but he couldn’t pinpoint it.

Now, with this situation arising, it felt even more wrong!

A flash of inspiration struck him but was soon dismissed. Hesitating on whether he should secretly visit the Cultural Troupe, a loud cry came from outside.

”Oh my son, why did you leave us so young!”

A pair of seventy-something elderly, supported by a forty-something middle-aged couple, stumbled inside, ”Sister-in-law, Mom and Dad heard from others; we couldn’t stop them.” The middle-aged woman apologetically looked at Lu Qi, fumbling to explain.

”Aunt, it’s not your fault.” Lu Dongdong stepped forward, sighed, ”At this time, Grandpa and Grandma need to know.”

”Grandpa, Grandma...” Lu Qingqing went forward and hugged the crying elderly, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Wen Su surveyed the chaotic scene inside, took a deep breath, and quietly retreated.

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