"You're right, I can't do this..."
Su Huiyue's distracted gaze gradually regained some consciousness. "Li Jingting just wanted to see me like this, right? How can I fulfill his wish?"
She became more and more excited as she spoke, and the veins on the back of her hands bulged out.
Ning Yichu sighed lightly and said nothing more. She and Su Huiyue didn't have much to talk about anyway.
"You have a good rest. I will come to pick you up the day after tomorrow."
She asked someone to collect all the photos of Li Lingyang in the ward and carefully put them into her bag. She turned around and was about to leave when Su Huiyue suddenly called her from behind.
"Ning Yichu..."
Ning Yichu turned around subconsciously, and was startled by her scarlet eyes.
"On the day of A-Ling's funeral, I must personally see him off..."
Ning Yichu was slightly stunned.
The meaning of this sentence is correct, but why does it sound so awkward?
And this look is as if he wants to die together with me.
Thinking of Su Huiyue's unstable mental state, Ning Yichu calmed himself down, nodded and assured her, "I'll arrange for someone to pick you up when the time comes."
…
After leaving the hospital, Ning Yichu was about to go to the funeral home to oversee their funeral preparations when he suddenly received a call from Ning Qingwan.
Since she received Li Lingyang's body, she rarely went to the Ning family and had no contact with Ning Qingwan.
Ning Yichu thought of Ning Qingwan's physical condition and told her that he would go back later.
The mourning period for Mr. Ning is almost over, and not many people come here to pay their respects.
The huge ancestral hall seems particularly deserted.
The mourning hall was covered with a large black cloth, like a dark cloud covering the entire Ning family, gloomy and depressing.
Ning Qingwan stood in front of Master Ning's spirit tablet for a long time, twirling her rosary beads. There seemed to be some unrest in her dim eyes...
He didn't even notice Ning Yichu walking in from outside.
Ning Yichu looked at her mother's thin and gaunt figure. Even though she hadn't seen her for only a few days, she felt as if she were in another world. Ning Qingwan had been so disgusted with her and Li Lingyang being together before, but now that Li Lingyang was gone, she no longer had to worry...
"Chu Chu?" Ning Yichu stood at the door of the mourning hall for a long time before Ning Qingwan came back to her senses.
Her eyes flickered slightly, "Why didn't you tell me you came back? Is the Li family... okay?"
"fine."
"I saw the news. You were... upset last night? Chuchu, you still have the children and me. You can't do this..."
Ning Yichu pretended to be relaxed and said, "Those reporters know nothing and are just talking nonsense. I'm really fine."
Ning Qingwan's eyes were filled with worry. "I'm glad you're okay. Actually, I think Mo Boyu is a pretty good kid..."
"Mom!" Ning Yichu interrupted her, "Li Lingyang just left, and I still have a lot of things to deal with. I don't have time to think about that."
"I was too impatient. You should take good care of yourself."
Ning Yichu responded softly, and just as he was about to accompany Ning Qingwan back to the room to rest, a very discordant female voice suddenly came from outside the door -
"Hey, isn't this Ning Yichu?"
Ning Yaoyao walked in slowly, her hypocritical tone barely concealing the sarcasm. She had previously spent so much effort trying to please her and Ning Qingwan, just to get close to Li Lingyang...
Who knew that Li Lingyang would die so young!
What bad luck!
Ning Yichu's beautiful eyes flashed with disgust, and she didn't want to pay attention to her, "Mom, let's go."
"Wait..." Ning Yaoyao stepped forward, her arms folded across her chest, a look of sarcasm on her face. "Li Lingyang died so tragically, and you're so nonchalant? It doesn't seem like you loved him that much, do you?"
Ning Yichu's eyes darkened and he pretended not to hear the sarcasm in her words.
Ning Yaoyao naturally wouldn't give up when she didn't see the reaction she wanted.
"Weren't you very proud before? Didn't you think you could look down on others just because you had Li Lingyang as your big brother? Now that Li Lingyang is dead, what are you still proud of? We don't welcome outsiders in our villa! Hurry and pack your bags and get out--"
She became more and more excited as she spoke, her voice became louder and louder uncontrollably, her tone became more sarcastic and arrogant, and every word she said was heartbreaking.
Ning Yichu only felt that there were countless hands rubbing his heart fiercely.
However, he still ignored Ning Yaoyao's provocation.
His eyes swept over the shelf where the tributes were placed, and finally stopped at a pure copper candlestick.
Behind him, Ning Yaoyao's mockery continued, "When Grandpa died, he gave you some shares. He wanted to tie our Ning family to you, the future Mrs. Li. I didn't expect Li Lingyang to die so soon. What a waste of effort! If I had known Li Lingyang was so useless, I would have..."
"Have you said enough?"
Ning Yichu slowly took down the candlestick, weighed it in his hand, turned around and spoke lightly.
The indifferent voice seemed to have been soaked in cold water, exuding a biting chill.
Ning Yaoyao was startled by the voice. She watched Ning Yichu turn around expressionlessly, holding the heavy copper candlestick in one hand and walking towards her step by step...
"Ning Yichu, what are you going to do!"
"You're right. Li Lingyang died a tragic death, so I'm in a bad mood right now. If my hand shakes and I accidentally hurt someone, that's understandable, right?"
“You, you, you…”
Ning Yaoyao met Ning Yichu's cold and beautiful eyes, which seemed to contain a terrifying murderous light. The expression on her face gradually changed from complacency to horror, and she stepped back step by step.
"Don't come over here, I'll call someone..."
"You can scream, but I don't know whether I will smash your head with this first, or they will come to rescue you first?" Ning Yichu's expression was extremely calm, but his voice was frighteningly cold.
The edges of the candlestick in his hand shone with a cold light, as if it would be swung at her head in the next second!
Ning Yaoyao's legs went weak and she accidentally tripped over the worship mat on the ground, falling onto the Eight Immortals chair next to her.
He raised his head in embarrassment and roared in frustration, "You dare to touch me! The second wife will not let you go, and your mother is also an accomplice..."
"Bang!"
"ah!!!"
There was a loud bang.
Then Ning Yaoyao screamed like crazy!
"I was wrong! I was wrong, please forgive me! I was just a bad mouth..."
Ning Yaoyao closed her eyes tightly, her neck tucked into her collar, and her whole body was shaking violently.
He almost subconsciously held his head and begged for mercy.
After a long time, she realized that the pain was not what she had imagined. Ning Yichu's candlestick brushed past her head and smashed hard on the eight-immortal table next to her...
"I've dirty my own hands by hitting you."
Ning Yichu sneered disdainfully.
“…”
Ning Yaoyao's heartbeat quickened.
Ning Yichu straightened up and looked down at Ning Yaoyao condescendingly, "If I hear you talk behind my back again, I will pull out your tongue."
No matter how annoying Ning Yaoyao usually is, Ning Yichu would never bother to argue with her.
But why did she have to say those hurtful words at this time?
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