Chapter 42 I still have her phone number!

It is obvious that the summer at the end of June is the season with the least lack of sunshine in Jinghai.

An Ning sat blankly on the stone bench outside the hospital, letting the sunlight hit her body, but she felt very cold.

Two dirty stray dogs, one big and one small, passed by the door.

The original hair was obviously white, but it has turned gray during the days of wandering.

The big one should be a female dog. She had half a ham in her mouth. When she threw it in front of the puppy next to her, she didn't take a bite. She stuck out her tongue and watched the puppy eat.

The half ham went into the puppy's stomach in no time.

When the little dog finished eating, the big dog took the little dog away again.

An Ning stared at the two dogs, one big and one small, slowly walking away, her eyes feeling a little sore.

When she was a child, her family was very poor, and she often followed Li Chunfang to pick up mineral water bottles near the airport.

She would sell the bottles she picked up, earning dozens of yuan a day. When she returned home, Li Chunfang would buy her a bottle of milk and occasionally a fairy tale book.

At that time, she liked to follow Li Chunfang everywhere.

Although poor, I am very happy.

Later, Li Chunfang gave birth to Yucan, and she had a younger brother.

Although Li Chunfang was partial, she was never partial in such small matters before Yucan fell ill.

The milk is still hers, and Yucan has some too.

The fairy tale book was hers, and she would show it to Yucan after she finished reading it.

Actually, if you think about it, she also had a happy childhood.

This short-lived happiness was given to her by Li Chunfang.

The sun in the sky was gradually obscured by the approaching clouds, and An Ning's tears fell silently on the phone screen.

If Li Chunfang died, she would not even have someone to call "Mom".

She swiped the screen, took a deep breath, and dialed the pinned phone number.

The call was quickly picked up.

An Ning's breathing stopped for a second, and she spoke softly, "Hello..."

She had just finished speaking when the other party hung up the call the next second after hearing her voice.

An Ning looked at the hung up call and felt a pang in her heart.

Did he hate her so much that he wouldn't even listen to one more word she said?

An Ning called again.

The ringing was cut off.

An Ning's heart gradually grew colder.

With trembling fingers, she tapped the number again.

This time the call was not cut off, but was connected unexpectedly.

An Ning clenched her phone tightly, her heart in her throat, "Mr. Lu...Mr. Lu..."

"peaceful?"

Cheng Wanwan's voice came from the phone, and An Ning stopped talking abruptly.

Her fingers unconsciously pinched the edge of her trouser legs as Cheng Wanwan answered his call.

In the past, he didn't let anyone touch his phone except her.

Yeah, they're getting engaged.

"Is that you, An Ning?" Cheng Wanwan continued to ask, "Do you have anything to do with Xiyan?"

An Ning opened her mouth and asked, "Well, is it convenient?"

"It might not be convenient right now." Cheng Wanwan said softly with a sweet smile, "We are in the old house now, and Xiyan is discussing our engagement with Grandpa. An Ning, what do you want to talk to Xiyan about?"

What do you want from him?

An Ning pulled the corners of her mouth bitterly. Was she going to tell Cheng Wanwan to ask him to spare her mother's life?

"Then wait until he's done."

An Ning was about to hang up the phone when an ambulance roared past the hospital entrance and was heard by Cheng Wanwan.

"An Ning, is this because of your mother's illness?" Cheng Wanwan said generously, "You are looking for Xiyan just as you are looking for me. If you need help, don't hesitate to ask me."

"Also," Cheng Wanwan continued, "if your mother wants to go abroad for treatment, please let me know and I will help you arrange it."

An Ning whispered "thank you" and hung up the phone.

......

Outside the Lu family ancestral hall, there was a black Rolls-Royce parked.

Cheng Wanwan sat in the car, her fingertips tightly gripping the phone in her hand.

The number "7" was displayed on the call record just now.

She looked at the big "7" on the screen and was so jealous that she almost smashed the phone.

Xiyan actually still has An Ning’s phone number!

With both of them in this state, how could An Ning still shamelessly call her fiancé!

An Ning, this woman, has been forced to this point, but she is still unwilling to take her mother abroad for medical treatment. Is she trying to stick to Xiyan?

Cheng Wanwan's eyes were filled with anger, and she simply deleted the call record.

......

Inside the ancestral hall, slow footsteps sounded behind him.

The man kneeling in front of the tablet did not move when he heard the sound. His cold eyes stared at the incense in front of him slowly burning out, and the ashes fell into the incense burner.

"Are you back?"

Lu Lixiao stood behind him, staring at his straight back. "I'll burn some incense for your dad, then take Wanwan to dinner. Your uncle and the others are waiting for you."

The cigarette burned to the bottom and the scarlet spark went out.

Lu Xiyan then slowly stood up and said, "No need to eat anymore. I'm just coming back to see my parents and then I'll leave."

He bowed deeply to Lu Ling's tablet and turned to leave.

He passed by Lu Lixiao without stopping.

"Western Banquet!"

Lu Lixiao stopped him and said, "It's a rare opportunity for you to come back. Why don't you sit down with Grandpa and have a good meal?"

Lu Xiyan said calmly, "The company still has things to do."

His cold and distant attitude made Lu Lixiao feel uncomfortable.

Looking at his left hand hanging by his side, Lu Lixiao asked with concern, "How is your hand lately? Is it okay for you to drive by yourself?"

"Thank you for your concern, Grandpa." Lu Xiyan put his left hand into his trouser pocket and said calmly, "I'm fine."

Lu Lixiao stared at his tall back and sighed, "Xiyan, in the past few years, have you been angry with Grandpa, or with yourself?"

Ever since the incident four years ago, his grandson, who always had a good temper, a good personality and loved to laugh and play, seemed like a different person. Now he is so cold that he has no humanity at all.

Lu Xiyan clenched his left hand tightly in his pocket, looking stubborn and silent.

"Let the past be the past. Why trap yourself in that small situation?" Lu Lixiao walked up to him and stared at his stern face. "Xiyan, your father in heaven wouldn't want to see you so unhappy."

"Happy?" Lu Xiyan looked at Lu Lixiao with an indifferent expression. "From the beginning to the end, what Grandpa wanted was an obedient successor. Isn't the word 'happy' too luxurious for me?"

He raised his lips slightly and asked, "Grandpa, how do you think a person who has lost his father, whose mother is in a coma, and whose left hand is disabled, can be happy?"