"What?!"
In the manor.
Sheng Changdi slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his eyes wide.
At that moment, Feng Lingxue walked past him, clutching her injured arm.
But he didn't seem to care at all.
He didn't even glance at her.
His lips were pale and trembling slightly.
"Dead, dead."
My uncle is dead?
Stunned, Sheng Changdi felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained away in an instant.
He immediately sat down on the sofa.
His eyes were lifeless.
"How could that be?"
how……
No, it won't.
An emotional breakdown must be kept hidden from others.
Sheng Changdi's heart is in turmoil.
He endured it, until finally he couldn't bear it any longer.
He buried his face in his hands and sobbed on his knees.
His cries were heard by Feng Lingxue.
She walked straight out of the house.
He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up.
Why are you crying?
Blood was still flowing out, and Feng Lingxue's arm hurt.
She pointed to herself.
"Sheng Changdi, have you seen that my hand is injured?"
oh.
He doesn't care that she's so badly injured.
All she does is cry and whine.
"I...I don't know."
"I'm in a very bad mood right now."
"I'm in a bad mood too!" I didn't expect him to ignore me so completely.
Feng Lingxue was unhappy, and her expression changed.
She let go and pushed him away.
Caught off guard, Sheng Changdi slumped onto the sofa.
Thinking of the care Sheng Linfeng had given him in the past.
The thought that he was lying on a cold hospital bed, no longer able to hear the calls of outsiders, was unbearable.
Sheng Changdi couldn't hold back any longer, and hot tears streamed down his face.
He was crying again.
Moreover, the crying became increasingly heart-wrenching.
Feng Lingxue originally wanted to scold him and hit him.
But when she looked up and saw his pitiful appearance, for some reason, she still softened.
"Sheng Changdi".
I wanted to tell him to stop crying.
But when I reached out, he slapped my hand away.
Feng Lingxue had a burning anger inside her.
I can't breathe.
She stormed off in a huff.
I can't be bothered with you.
Once the person leaves.
Sheng Changdi cried so hard that he collapsed onto the tea table.
No one can understand how he feels right now.
No.
*
A few days later.
It was Sheng Linfeng's funeral.
Grandma Sheng had spoken to Rong Shang about it then.
Tell her to go find Sheng Changdi and bring him back.
But she had already made the phone call.
The other party did not answer the phone.
Rong Chang knew.
Sheng Changdi won't be coming.
He is now completely devoted to following Feng Lingxue.
Sheng Linfeng is dead, and he might even be just as happy as Feng Lingxue.
sigh.
It's safe to say that she can't control this guy anymore.
But nobody knew.
That evening.
Sheng Changdi secretly came to the funeral wearing a hat and a mask.
He burst into tears at that moment.
Underneath the sunglasses, his eyes were swollen like two walnuts.
It's heartbreaking to see someone who was full of life just a month ago now lying in a cold coffin.
Sheng Changdi's heart was aching so badly that he couldn't breathe.
...
He prepared to leave the scene very late at night.
Before I even stepped out the door, I saw the woman at the front turn around.
She was wearing mourning clothes at the time.
When Sheng Changdi saw her looking up in his direction, he was afraid that she would recognize him.
Sheng Changdi took a few steps back, and then hurriedly left the scene.
"Mr. Sheng, what are you looking at?"
Her assistant's voice pulled her back from her thoughts.
Rong Chang watched the figure fleeing in disarray ahead.
She pursed her lips, her gaze deep and complex.
"It's nothing, I just felt like I saw someone I knew."
He silently recited in his heart:
Sheng Changdi, was that you just now?
But then I thought about it again.
Rong Shang smiled.
Since you're here, why don't you go up and bow to your uncle?
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