The black prisoner collided straight into the tal ladder between the bunk beds, his scalp scraping against the ladder’s crossbeam, stinging with pain.
"Bitch!" he cursed angrily, attempting to crawl out from the ladder. Leng Zirui struck him with an elbow to the ribs, causing him to groan and fall back into place.
He grabbed a sheet, shoving it into the prisoner’s clothes and stuffed it into his mouth. Leng Zirui casually wrapped the sheet around the prisoner, pinning him to the ladder.
The black prisoner struggled fiercely, only to end up covered in sweat, powerless to move, just breathing heavily from exhaustion.
Leng Zirui raised a hand to his forehead, a bit exasperated, walked over, and delivered a swift chop to the neck, rendering the prisoner completely silent.
"The world is finally quiet!"
Leng Zirui exhaled softly, lazily returning to his bedside, ticulously smoothing out the sheets before lying down on the pillow.
The cell had only a small ventilation window open.
Outside, there was a faint glow of light coming in.
By now, it was probably around eight or nine o’clock?
In Beijing, it should already be the morning of the 15th. I wonder if that girl has gotten up yet.
He reached into his pocket, fingering out a box of sunscreen, toying with it between his fingers, he unscrewed the cap but didn’t remove the foil seal on top.
"My dear wife, it seems I won’t be needing this sunscreen for now, since I can’t even see the sun here."
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On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, it’s already a sunny breakfast ti.
In the dining room, except for Leng Zirui, the other four mbers of the Leng Family were present.
Tomorrow is the 16th, the official wedding day of Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian. Today is Friday, and Luo Jun isn’t going to school as he stayed ho on purpose.
Last night, Leng Zimo had already discussed with Luo Xiaoqian to visit the cetery after breakfast to inform the deceased mother about the marriage.
After the al, the family of four promptly left the farm, heading to the cetery under the care of Ah Jiu and others, while Cheang Xiao and the rest stayed back at the farm to entertain guests.
Soon, they arrived at the cetery, at the grave of Leng Zimo’s mother.
Leng Lin stepped forward, placing the bouquet he was holding in front of his wife’s grave, kneeling down to carefully clean the headstone.
"Shiyin, tomorrow Zimo and Xiaoqian are getting married..."
"Mom, does grandma hear grandpa talking like this?" Luo Jun curiously asked Luo Xiaoqian.
"Grandma has beco an angel, of course, she can hear," Luo Xiaoqian answered with certainty.
The little guy nodded thoughtfully and imdiately took small steps to stand beside Leng Lin, "Grandpa, can I say a few words to grandma?"
"Of course," Leng Lin embraced him with a smile. "What do you want to say to grandma?"
The little guy pursed his pink lips, "I want to tell grandma a secret."
"Alright, then you two whisper. Grandpa will stand further away and not eavesdrop."
Leng Lin laughed and stood up, retreating to the side as Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo listened to their conversation, rely smiling.
Luo Jun placed the small bouquet he was holding before Mother Leng’s tombstone, then extended his little hands to hold the tombstone, "Grandma, I heard from mom that you’ve turned into an angel in heaven. Angels can do anything, can you let mom give a little sister?"
The tombstone, of course, didn’t reply.
He waited for a while, but no answer ca.
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