Chapter 2219
Not speaking, only eating and drinking, as if her soul had died, Jiaojiao stayed by her side, her eyes swollen from crying.
Jiaojiao felt distressed, but didn’t know how to comfort her, because she knew very well that any words of comfort would seem pale and powerless at this time.
On the second day of Zhao Li’s hospitalization, the Lu family was still handling the funeral affairs.
The Ruanlin Family and Shu Jiao came to the hospital to see Zhao Li, bringing along Lu Meng.
Everyone was saddened by Lu Xian’s death, except Lu Meng, who seemed unaffected, eating and drinking normally. As soon as he entered the ward, he ran over to Jiaojiao, looked up and called her, "Aunt Jiaojiao."
Upon hearing this, Jiaojiao turned her head towards him, her face still wet with tears.
Seeing Jiaojiao turn around, her face still wet with tears, Lu Meng became anxious. He lost his composure in an instant and started to coax her urgently, "Mommy, don’t cry, Xiaomeng feels sorry for you."
The voice of a five-year-old child was still soft and tender, with a hint of babyish sound, especially when calling out to mommy, it carried endless sweetness.
But at this moment, no one paid attention to what his voice sounded like. Everyone looked at him in disbelief.
Including Jiaojiao, who also stared at him incredulously.
Zhao Li even lifted her head directly from her own world, crawling over from the bed to Lu Meng, grabbed his shoulders, and with trembling lips, asked, "What did you just call?"
Only then did Lu Meng realize he was too anxious and accidentally let out the name he had hidden in his heart.
Faced with the nearly frenzied Zhao Li, he was flustered and instinctively looked at Jiaojiao.
But Jiaojiao was also full of shock.
"Why did you call me mom?" she asked.
Although Lu Meng was reincarnated with memories, he was only five years old mentally. Faced with the shocked gazes of several people in the ward, he retreated somewhat frantically, burying his head, not daring to meet anyone’s gaze, as if this would help him escape.
But how could Zhao Li let him cover it up like that? She shook his arms almost wildly: "Xiaomeng, speak up, why did you call Jiaojiao mom?"
Seeing her emotional reaction, the Ruanlin Family and Shu Jiao quickly came up to pull her back.
Jiaojiao also tried to persuade her: "Godmother, let Xiaomeng go for now, let him explain properly."
It was only then that Zhao Li released Lu Meng.
Until the day of Lu Xian’s burial, Zhao Li seemed to have suddenly had her soul return. When Jiaojiao received a call and came in, she started pulling out the needle from her hand on her own.
Jiaojiao immediately shoved the phone into her pocket and ran over to hold her back, "Godmother, what are you doing? Tell me, I’ll help you."
Because she had cried too much, her voice was so hoarse that it was unrecognizable.
Zhao Li heard this, lifted her head to look at her, and touched her little face, "Jiaojiao, what happened to your voice?"
Zhao Li cupped her little face, the needle hole on the back of her right hand still bleeding, "There, there, don’t cry, your brother Xian loved you the most, seeing you crying like this, with your voice hoarse, he would surely feel heartache."
"Godmother?" Jiaojiao called out with a trembling voice, frantically trying to cover her hand, "Don’t scare me."
Zhao Li laughed, "Silly child, why would I scare you? Your brother Xian is leaving today, right? Quick, take godmother home; this child was brought into this world by me, now that he’s leaving, it’s only right for me as his mother to send him off myself."
Looking at Zhao Li, who was still smiling at this moment, a sharp pain surged through Jiaojiao’s heart.
But Zhao Li had already gotten up, took the coat from the bedside and put it on, and while walking out, she said, "Jiaojiao, hurry up, or it will be too late."