Chapter 306 Lu Mingzheng's Past Life (Extra Chapter 4)

Lu Mingzheng rushed to the hospital without stopping and finally saw the face he had longed for all his life in the morgue.

At this moment, Jiang Ruzhen was covered in bruises and had long lost the radiance and pride she had in life.

Lu Mingzheng gently stroked her hair, his heart aching terribly.

"Why? Why did this happen?"

His tears fell drop by drop onto Jiang Ruzhen's face. This was the first time in his life that he, a man of unyielding integrity, had cried so miserably in front of others.

When Lu Xingchen rushed over and saw her fourth uncle like this, her eyes also reddened.

"Fourth Uncle, I found out. Her adopted daughter is not human at all. She took advantage of Sister Jiang's loneliness and wanted to seize all of their family's assets."

After tricking Sister Jiang into transferring all her assets to her, he pushed her down the stairs, but unfortunately she didn't die.

She tormented Sister Jiang every day, refusing to feed her. Finally, before Sister Jiang died, she plotted to poison the adopted daughter, and then she herself passed away.

"Damn it, she deserves to die!"

Lu Mingzheng's eyes were filled with boundless hatred. He was just one step away from confessing his feelings to her and taking care of her until the end of her life.

He had never hated himself so much before, wondering why he had hesitated and missed so many wonderful years that they could have spent together.

With a "pfft," a mouthful of blood spurted from Lu Mingzheng's mouth, and he fainted on the spot.

Startled, Lu Xingchen quickly pushed the person to the emergency room.

The morgue returned to silence, and no one noticed that Lu Mingzheng's mouthful of blood was spitting onto Jiang Ruzhen's neck.

In an instant, all the bloodstains seemed to come alive, converging in one place and gradually seeping into the red lotus mark on Jiang Ruzhen's chest.

The red lotus seemed to receive some kind of nourishment, shining brightly for a moment before disappearing.

One month later.

Lu Mingzheng sat in a wheelchair, holding a jar in his hands, looking haggard as he sat blankly at the entrance of Jiang Ruzhen's residential area.

Lu Xingchen, standing behind him, reminded him, "Fourth Uncle, it's time to go."

Lu Mingzheng nodded. "Let me stay with her a little longer."

Helpless, Lu Xingchen stared intently as Lu Mingzheng's cheeks grew sunken and his spirits became increasingly dejected over the past month.

He had no choice but to come up with a dirty trick, saying that he wanted to avenge Sister Jiang in order to barely lift his fourth uncle's spirits.

After they learned that their adopted daughter, Qin Lanlan, had died, her husband was overjoyed and took his mistress to the hospital to handle her funeral arrangements.

However, he ignored Jiang Ruzhen's body and, right after Qin Lanlan's cremation was completed, her husband took his mistress to the villa, wanting to retrieve the inheritance documents.

To his shock, he found the villa on fire as soon as he arrived at the scene. The fire was huge and burning fiercely with the strong wind.

In no time at all, it was burned down to a pile of ashes.

Qin Lanlan's husband was so angry that he fainted on the spot. He didn't even attend Qin Lanlan's funeral, nor did he care where her ashes were buried.

In the days that followed, life continued in Qin Lanlan's husband's family. Even her husband married his mistress, and her son had long forgotten his mother.

It was as if no one had ever lived in that house.

It was because of their indifference that Lu Xingchen had the opportunity to steal Qin Lanlan's ashes.

He had no other choice; he couldn't just watch his fourth uncle wallow in despair, holding Sister Jiang's ashes all day.

Then Uncle Si's life is ruined.

They agreed to scatter Qin Lanlan's ashes today and then find a beautiful burial site for Sister Jiang.

Lu Mingzheng finally nodded in agreement and stepped out of the ward for the first time in more than a month.

But he insisted on visiting all the places Jiang Ruzhen had been before her death, so Lu Xingchen had no choice but to bring people to the entrance of the community to pay their respects.

Just as Lu Mingzheng was in a daze, he felt someone sit down next to him.

He turned his head and looked over; it was a middle-aged man in his forties.

He was dressed smartly and carrying a bag; he looked like a businessman, and a very wealthy one at that.

But he didn't have the arrogance and high spirits of a rich person. Instead, his face was gloomy and dark, as if everyone in the world owed him money.

After he sat down, he smoked one cigarette after another, staring blankly at the entrance of the residential area.

Seeing that he kept sighing, Lu Mingzheng spoke first for some reason.

"Young man, what are you doing?"

The middle-aged man turned and glanced at him, saying, "Just like you, I feel apprehensive about returning home."

"Feeling apprehensive as one approaches home? Why?"

"When I was young, I was immature and ran away from home for many years. Every year I wanted to come back to see my family, but I couldn't let go of the resentment in my heart and never came back."

Until recently, I've been feeling restless, the urge to go back growing stronger each day, but even when I'm actually at my doorstep, I still don't know whether I should go back or not.

Seeing the struggle in the middle-aged man's eyes, Lu Mingzheng, unusually, offered some words of advice.

"The most regrettable thing in this world is regret, and the more people have experienced life and death, the more they understand this. What you can't get, what you've lost, the resentment you feel, the inability to get what you want—aside from birth, old age, sickness, and death, these are the most painful things in life."

Young man, judging by your age, your parents must be quite old and will soon pass away. Don't wait until the moment of life and death to regret it. Go, give yourself a chance.

After Lu Mingzheng finished speaking, he turned his wheelchair and left, leaving the middle-aged man standing there in a daze.

After thinking for a long time, he stubbed out his cigarette, threw it on the ground and crushed it, then strode forward.

Lu Mingzheng and Lu Xingchen arrived at the seaside and rented a fishing boat.

Arriving in the middle of the sea, Lu Mingzheng personally scattered Qin Lanlan's ashes.

Crushing bones to ashes was one of the most severe punishments in ancient times.

Although he doesn't care much about it now, this is the only way Lu Mingzheng can think of to help Jiang Ruzhen get revenge and also to comfort his soul.

After scattering the ashes, the two took Jiang Ruzhen's ashes to a very beautiful cemetery.

Lu Mingzheng chose the best feng shui location for Jiang Ruzhen, which was also the most expensive plot in the cemetery.

He had the entire hilltop reserved.

He also moved the ashes of all her children here.

After the burial ceremony ended, Lu Mingzheng remained seated, stroking Jiang Ruzhen's tombstone and lingering there, unwilling to leave.

Large tears rolled down silently.

"Fourth Uncle, you must take care of yourself!" Lu Xingchen sniffed and advised.

Now that his great revenge has been achieved, he is truly afraid that his fourth uncle will fall ill and never recover, passing away without any regrets.

"Don't worry, I will take care of her and her family for the rest of my life. I will come to see her in person on her birthday, holidays, and every anniversary."

Otherwise, if her family members have all been reincarnated, leaving her all alone here with no one to talk to, no one to offer incense or burn paper money for her, how helpless and lonely she would feel.”

Hearing Lu Mingzheng say this, Lu Xingchen finally felt a little relieved.

If Uncle Si thinks this way, he should stop ruining his health and live a good life.

After Lu Mingzheng stayed for another two hours, he reluctantly pushed the person home.

But before he could even relax for a few days, things took another turn for the worse.

One week later.

On a sunny morning, Lu Mingzheng, leaning on his cane, tidied himself up and prepared to visit Jiang Ruzhen once again.

He then received a phone call from someone claiming to be Jiang Ruzhen's second son, asking where he had buried his mother's ashes so he could go and pay his respects.

Son? Second in line?

So she had a son in the world?

Lu Mingzheng's usually calm heart was stirred by a ripple.