"Dad, you're not dead?" Rong Huanyao's voice was a little sharp.
"That's mother..." She rushed into the house crying again.
The old lady had one leg hanging on the bed, her eyes closed, and was lying peacefully.
"Mom, please wake up! Huanyao hasn't even seen you for the last time. How come you're gone?"
"It's Huanyao's fault. It's all Huanyao's fault. Please don't leave. Get up and beat Huanyao..."
Rong Huanyao cried bitterly.
The ladies who came to help shed tears after hearing this.
Although I was surprised that Lord Rong was still alive, seeing how haggard he looked, I thought he must be extremely sad.
They all stepped forward to comfort him, "Lord Rong, please accept my condolences..."
"Lord Rong, although the old lady passed away before you, you must take care of yourself."
"The old lady certainly doesn't want to see you so depressed. You must cheer up..."
The most praiseworthy thing about Marquis Annan's life was his undivided devotion to the old lady. He had no concubines in his house, and the two of them were in love for more than thirty years.
Although he was caught by the old lady some time ago with the same woman by his son, it was shocking.
There are no other criticisms.
"Excuse me, is the mourning hall set up in this yard?" The clerk at the funeral home asked again when no one paid attention to him.
“Ahhhhhhh…”
Suddenly there was a scream from inside the house.
"Mom, I was just saying... I didn't really ask you to open your eyes..."
Rong Huanyao rushed out of the house, her already pale face completely drained of blood.
"Scam, scam, scam... He's pretending to be dead..."
She pulled someone over and held him tightly.
Everyone was shocked.
"Who? Who's dead?"
The old man finally found his voice and spoke hoarsely.
Looking at the funeral items piled in front of him, he suddenly gasped and almost left.
“…”
Everyone looked at Rong Chaoxi who was gnawing on a chicken leg.
"This morning, Uncle Chen, the housekeeper, came home and said that you and grandma were dying, so Chaoxi came to see you and brought you flowers." Rong Chaoxi replied in a baby voice.
She slipped out of the adult's arms.
She pushed forward her carefully decorated float and wheelchair, grinning and saying:
"Look, Chaoxi made a floral wheelchair for grandma. Doesn't it look good? Doesn't it make you happy?"
As she spoke, she directed the people who were helping her carry the wreath to stick it on the ground behind the old man.
Two huge colorful wreaths stood behind the old man, and under the reflection of the sunlight, his face also looked colorful.
"Wow... so pretty, big, beautiful flowers..." The little guy clapped his hands and jumped up happily, "Chaoxi has such good taste, even grandpa has become more handsome..."
Everyone: “……???”
Could it be that she was using a wreath for the dead as fresh flowers???
Everyone looked at the originator of the 'rumor'.
The man's face flushed crimson. "Who... who knew that the little princess gave a wreath as a gift?"
He awkwardly made a three-courtyard house out of his shoe.
Rong Chaoxi looked at everyone's strange expressions suspiciously.
She looked at the old man hesitantly, hesitantly, as if she wanted to say something.
"Grandfather, am I your best cub?"
"Do you like these flowers?"
"If you like it, I'll buy it for you again..."
Rong Chaoxi asked eagerly.
The old man was gasping for air and couldn't stop.
"I bought it for a hundred taels of silver. Can you give the money to Chaoxi?"
"Chao Xi has no money to buy pig's trotters, otherwise I will have to go out and set up a fortune-telling stall again..."
The little guy blinked his watery eyes, looking pitiful.
The old man was furious, so angry that his head was dizzy and it seemed as if his soul was about to leave his body.
"Evil creature! You are cursing me to death, evil creature!" The old man turned around and kicked down the wreath, and then kicked down the floral wheelchair.
He raised his hand to hit Chaoxi, but was stopped by others.
"Lord Rong, what are you doing?"
"She's just a child. She doesn't understand anything. She doesn't know that wreaths are for funerals. Why are you arguing with a child?"
Seeing him take his anger out on a two-year-old kid, the guilt he had felt for causing the misunderstanding disappeared in an instant.
"Wow, wow, wow... Grandfather doesn't like Chaoxi, so Chaoxi won't come anymore..."
"The money Chaoxi spent on flowers is just like feeding the dog!" Rong Chaoxi turned around and ran away crying.
The gentlemen dropped their things and ran after him.
As they stepped out of the Marquis' Mansion, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Go away, go away, this is so embarrassing..."
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