Chapter 2220
On the contrary, Lu Zishu, who used to be so carefree, seemed to have matured overnight, standing up and handling everything inside and out with the help of the Ruan Family and relatives.
Since they couldn’t bring back Lu Xian, the Lu Family could only arrange for a symbolic tomb.
In the two days before dealing with Lu Xian’s funeral, Zhao Li stayed in the hospital without discharge, not speaking or eating, as if her soul had died. Ruan Jiaojiao stayed by her side, her eyes swollen from crying.
Until the day of Lu Xian’s burial, Zhao Li seemed to suddenly have her soul back. As Ruan Jiaojiao received a phone call and came in, Zhao Li was pulling the needle from her hand.
Ruan Jiaojiao immediately stuffed her phone into her pocket, ran over to hold her: "Godmother, what are you doing? Tell me, I’ll help you."
Having cried too much, her voice was hoarse beyond recognition.
Hearing this, Zhao Li looked up at her and touched her little face: "Jiaojiao, why is your voice like this?"
Zhao Li cradled her little face, with the pinhole on the back of her right hand still bleeding: "Be good, don’t cry. Your brother Xian liked you the most. Seeing you crying like this, your voice hoarse, would definitely hurt him."
"Godmother?" Ruan Jiaojiao called out with a trembling voice, fumbling to cover her hand: "Don’t scare me."
Zhao Li laughed: "Silly child, why would I scare you? Isn’t your brother Xian leaving today? Quick, take Godmother back. I brought this child into the world. Now that he’s leaving, as his mother, I should personally see him off."
Seeing Zhao Li still smiling at such a time, Ruan Jiaojiao felt a deep pain in her heart.
But Zhao Li had already gotten up, took a coat from the head of the bed and draped it over herself, all the while saying: "Jiaojiao, hurry up, or we won’t make it."
Ruan Jiaojiao didn’t know what was happening to her, wiped her tears, and seeing her walking outside, hurriedly chased after her.
Outside, Duan Xi was standing in the corridor, and upon seeing the two coming out one after the other, he immediately came forward.
But Zhao Li acted as if she didn’t see him, bypassed him directly, and continued to walk outside. Ruan Jiaojiao could only hastily explain to Duan Xi and let him go to start the car first.
After getting in the car.
Ruan Jiaojiao and Zhao Li sat in the back seat.
Lu Xian’s funeral was arranged at home in the past two days, and now it had been transported to the cemetery. They were heading directly to the cemetery.
Ruan Jiaojiao couldn’t figure out what was happening to Zhao Li, so she didn’t dare to speak all the way, just watched her with concern.
On the contrary, Zhao Li comforted her, holding her little hand and saying: "Don’t be nervous, Jiaojiao. Godmother is really okay, Godmother hasn’t gone mad, don’t worry, okay?"
Seeing Zhao Li like this, Ruan Jiaojiao felt unbearable heartache. Her eyes reddened, and she leaned forward to hug Zhao Li’s arm, crying uncontrollably.
Zhao Li looked outside, her hand gently patting the head resting on her shoulder, as if comforting her.
Soon, the car stopped in front of the cemetery.
Knowing Zhao Li was coming, Lu Zishu and Lu Zhiwei were at the cemetery gate to receive them. Upon seeing the father and son, Zhao Li still maintained her statement: "Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m just here to see off my son."
"Mom..."
But this demeanor only made Lu Zishu more worried.
After saying this, Zhao Li no longer paid attention to them and walked directly towards the cemetery.
Her face always wore a smile as if she truly wasn’t sad, but this very demeanor made everyone hold their breath.
Ruan Jiaojiao followed closely behind her.