Lin Xiao and Li Yaru looked at each other.
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Lin Xiao pursed his lips, a slight smile playing on his lips, and nodded to Li Yaru as a greeting.
Li Yaru pursed her lips expressionlessly, adjusted her cashmere cardigan, said nothing, and went back inside, closing the door behind her.
Lin Xiao: "…………"
Back in his room, Lin Xiao sat at his desk and tried to crack the password.
Mother's birthday, no.
Father's birthday is still wrong.
He tried his own birthday again, but it was still wrong.
He couldn't open it, and he was somewhat discouraged, even considering taking it apart by force.
But knowing it was a keepsake left by his mother, he couldn't bear to destroy it.
Lin Xiao took out the diary left by his aunt from his backpack, flipped through a few pages, and found that it was full of his aunt's daily records of her feelings.
It's clear that my aunt is trying her best to appreciate the beauty of this world.
As her aunt's condition deteriorated rapidly, the intervals between her entries became longer and longer, with the last entry remaining a week before her death.
"I have a premonition that I am going to die. I am not so afraid of death anymore. Compared to the torment of illness, I would rather be free from it sooner."
My only worry is Ah Xiao. After I die, he can finally be free. I've been a burden to him for so long. He's a good kid.
I hope Ah Xiao will be alright, meet someone who cherishes him, build a happy family, have children, and live a peaceful life.
Lin Xiao's eyes welled up slightly. His aunt was the best relative to him. Although she had uremia and all the money had been spent on her treatment, he had spent a total of six or seven hundred thousand yuan on her illness. But he never regarded his aunt as a burden.
An elder who loved him has left him forever.
For a moment, Lin Xiao felt somewhat down.
He changed into his workout clothes and running shoes and went outside for a run.
Only by focusing on running could he dispel the gloom in his heart.
Sweat soaked his tracksuit, and a gust of cold wind blew, raising goosebumps on Lin Xiao's arms.
That night, Lin Xiao developed a high fever.
Li Yaru got up in the middle of the night and saw that the light in the room on the third floor was still on, so she went upstairs to check.
The door was open.
Lin Xiao lay on the bed without a blanket.
When Li Yaru saw this, she was taken aback and muttered, "Why doesn't this child cover himself with a blanket when he sleeps? It's so cold, even with underfloor heating, it's not enough."
As she spoke, she went inside and pulled up the blanket to cover Lin Xiao.
Upon closer inspection, they found that Lin Xiao's cheeks were flushed, which was obviously wrong, so they reached out to check his forehead temperature.
His expression immediately changed, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Oh dear, the child has a fever!"
Li Yaru rushed downstairs, woke her snoring husband, and said, "Your son has a fever! Should we take him to the hospital, or give him some fever-reducing medicine?"
Feng Boran woke up groggily, and after clearing his head, he wondered, "Why did I suddenly get a fever?"
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? He's never called me 'Mom' since he walked in the door."
Feng Bairan patted his wife's arms and comforted her, "His biological mother is dead. As long as you treat him well, don't worry, he will definitely treat you like his own mother!"
"Don't you think about it? He's been so good to his aunt! She's only been with him for three or four years, and she even got uremia. What can she give him?"
"Trust me, he definitely knows if you treat him well."
Li Yaru's expression shifted, as if she had been persuaded.
She got up, found the first-aid kit, and went upstairs again.
Feng Bairan also put on his coat and went upstairs.
The couple gave Lin Xiao fever-reducing medicine, and Feng Bairan stayed behind to take care of Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao woke up around noon the next day.
The family doctor came to see him and said that Lin Xiao had caught a cold, his fever had subsided, and he would be fine after resting for a couple more days.
During Lin Xiao's convalescence, Li Yaru showed him a lot of concern.
He didn't say it, but he personally instructed Steward Sun to prepare some easy-to-digest, nutritious, and delicious food for Lin Xiao and serve it up.
Once Lin Xiao recovered, the family seemed to gradually adapt to and accept his presence.
The day before Lunar New Year's Eve, Feng Bairan held a formal family reunion banquet at a five-star hotel. Most of the people from Jiangcheng's high society attended, including Wei Ruolan, Ji Ran, Bai Youyou, Meng Fanxue, Chu Yingying, Song Qingliu, and You Wanjun.
Ji Ran went on stage and personally played a piano piece for Lin Xiao, igniting the atmosphere of the entire audience.
Lin Xiao became the undisputed focus of attention.
All the socialites in Jiangcheng wanted to dance with him, but Lin Xiao knew his own limitations and wasn't very good at dancing, so he took the initiative to choose Ji Ran as his dance partner and asked her to teach him.
Ji Ran wore a black flannel dress, her hair was styled in an updo, and she wore ruby earrings and a matching ruby necklace.
Her exceptional demeanor drew silent admiration from everyone.
She dressed up for the occasion today because she had found out the details and came specifically to support Lin Xiao.
At this moment, she and Lin Xiao were dancing gracefully in the center of the dance floor, their eyes and brows full of charm.
"You jumped well! You've improved." Ji Ran tilted his head slightly and praised in a low voice.
Her lips curved into a smile, her bright red lips exuding the unique allure of a mature woman.
Lin Xiao's heart tightened, but he smiled faintly and said, "It's all thanks to Professor Ji's excellent guidance."
Wei Ruolan and the others were all dressed up and looked radiant, attracting many male guests to invite them to dance. However, they all looked at the couple who were dancing the best in the center of the dance floor and coldly refused.
The male guests all got a cold shoulder and helplessly shrugged and shook their heads.
Not far away, Feng Bairan and the other members of the Feng family watched Lin Xiao's outstanding performance with satisfaction, feeling proud of themselves.
Mr. Wei, holding a glass of champagne and accompanied by a dignified beauty in her thirties, walked up to Feng Bairan.
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