Inside the gift box was a very exquisite cheongsam, but it looked a little worn.
I was surprised and even more confused.
Yan Meng gave Lu Jing a cheongsam for his birthday? Did they get the gender wrong?
Lu Jing was also stunned when he saw the cheongsam, but it would be more accurate to say that he was shocked rather than shocked.
His expression was complicated, and he raised his eyes and stared at Yan Meng: "Who are you?"
Yan Meng's smile remained unchanged as he replied calmly, "I am the son of an old friend of yours. This gift is for you on behalf of my deceased mother."
Lu Jing's body swayed slightly, and he looked at Yan Meng in disbelief: "You...you are Lou Xiaoyun's son?"
Hearing this name, the smile on Yan Meng's lips deepened, but it was filled with a chilling coldness that chilled one's heart.
He nodded and placed the gift box on the chair next to Lu Jing: "I have brought the gift, so I won't bother you any more."
Yan Meng did not hesitate. When he turned to leave, he saw me sitting at another table, smiled at me meaningfully, and strode out of the banquet hall as coolly as he came.
I frowned for a moment. Yan Meng's smile just now made me feel that something was going to happen.
Looking at Lu Jing again, his face was not looking good. He looked at the cheongsam in the gift box, and his body swayed, and he was a little unsteady.
Fortunately, Lu Zhiyuan quietly supported him and asked Lu Jing with a worried look.
Lu Jing shook his head, indicating that he was fine.
Neither of them said anything, and the guests were unaware of Lu Jing's reaction. They ate and drank, not paying attention to what was happening on Lu Jing's side.
I saw Lu Jing's reaction. At this moment, the blood had drained from his face. He was holding the chair with one hand and was still shaking.
My intuition tells me that there must be some unspeakable secret behind this cheongsam.
The "Lou Xiaoyun" mentioned by Lu Jing is the key person in this secret.
Lu Zhiyuan was worried about Lu Jing's physical condition, so he insisted on helping him to the lounge.
Zhao Xian had been paying attention to Lu Jing's every move since Yan Meng delivered the gift. When she noticed something was wrong, she immediately stood up and followed him.
As Lu Jing's daughter-in-law, I naturally have to care about my father-in-law's health.
Zhao Xian and I followed him. Lu Zhiyuan was supporting Lu Jing steadily, and Lu Jing's face became increasingly ugly.
Zhao Xian's immediate concern wasn't Lu Jing's health. Instead, she questioned him dissatisfiedly, "What's with that cheongsam? Who is Lou Xiaoyun? What did you do behind my back?"
A series of questions, like interrogating a criminal.
Lu Jing opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, his expression suddenly became painful. He covered his heart with his hands, rolled his eyes, and fell forward.
"dad!"
Lu Zhiyuan cried out urgently and quickly reached out to hug Lu Jing around the waist, preventing him from falling face down on the ground.
Human life is at stake, I didn't care about anything else and went forward to help, helping Lu Jing lie down and letting his head rest on Lu Zhiyuan's legs.
Lu Jing already had a heart disease, and this sudden fainting frightened Zhao Xian, who panicked and shouted, "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!"
When the guests saw that something happened to Lu Jing, they all panicked and no longer cared about eating. They all gathered around him, and some of them helped to call an ambulance.
I looked up and saw the crowd surrounding me, frowning unhappily: "Spread out, let some air in!"
Everyone obediently lined up on both sides, and Lu Zhiyuan took out the medicine he carried with him from Lu Jing's pocket and put it under his tongue.
Zhao Xian half-knelt beside Lu Jing in a panic, calling him with sobs.
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