This Mr. Bei is very particular about feng shui. Most business people believe in it to some extent, but none of them are as superstitious as him. Lu Mo felt that Mr. Bei was not just superstitious, but ignorant. No wonder his company had been getting smaller and smaller after decades of business, while other newcomers had built large companies.
"Hello, Mr. Bei, are you here to visit a patient?" Lu Mo asked politely.
"Sigh, my daughter-in-law gave birth, and things didn't go well. The baby couldn't be saved." Mr. Bei looked somber; he was heartbroken to have lost his grandson.
Lu Mo was a little embarrassed. He hadn't expected to ask about someone else's sad story. He hadn't realized that this Mr. Bei was the family Lin Shufang had mentioned. After exchanging a few polite words, he left.
Lin Shufang had already packed her luggage and put the two children in a basket. Lu Mo carried one in each hand, while Lin Shufang carried the luggage. Ye Qingqing had recovered very well and could walk on her own without any problems.
"You're being discharged? That's wonderful." The children's grandmother looked even more haggard than a few days ago. She looked enviously at the basket in Lu Mo's hand. Through the transparent gauze, she could see the two chubby and adorable babies, who were simply lovable. Her heart ached even more.
She just saw her grandson for the last time. He was as thin as a little mouse, his eyes were closed, and his small body was covered with tubes. It was painful to look at. Her grandson shouldn't have had to endure all this!
"The hospital isn't as comfortable as home. Sigh, don't be too upset. Try to think more positively," Lin Shufang comforted her.
The child's grandmother smiled bitterly. Everyone advised her to think more positively, and the doctor said so too. She knew this, but how could she possibly think positively?
Now, all she sees when she closes her eyes is her grandson, who is so small and weighs less than five pounds. The doctor said that her daughter-in-law had a difficult pregnancy, and the baby was not growing well. Even if he was born at full term, he would be weaker than other babies. Now he was delivered a month early by cesarean section. How could the baby bear it?
The hospital where I had my prenatal checkups didn't agree to my premature delivery, so my husband went to this hospital and pulled some strings to get them to agree. But now look what happened!
A young couple approached, carrying a baby wrapped up tightly. The couple's eyes were red and swollen, and their expressions were sorrowful. The woman, in particular, walked unsteadily, her face pale, and her eyes vacant, looking as if she might faint at any moment.
The child's grandmother went over and saw her grandson, who was still breathing in the small blanket. Tears streamed down her face again. Her poor grandson had never even seen the sunlight!
"Don't cry, I've already contacted the crematorium. Let's go there as soon as possible. Mr. Sun said we can't miss the auspicious time for his grandson's reincarnation." President Bei came over, and his words changed the expressions of the weeping mother and her two children.
Ye Qingqing also found it unbelievable; was this really her own grandfather?
How could you say such cold-blooded things?
"Are you even human? Your grandson hasn't even died yet, and you're already sending him to the crematorium? You...you're crueler than a tiger!"
The child's grandmother was filled with grief and anger. She punched her husband several times, hitting and cursing him. President Bei frowned. He wanted to scold the ignorant old woman, but when he saw Lu Mo out of the corner of his eye, he suppressed his anger and pushed the child's grandmother aside.
"The doctors have said there's no hope. Crying won't bring your grandson back. What's the use of crying? The right thing to do is to send him to a good birth with wealth and honor. Don't waste any more time."
Hearing this utter nonsense, Ye Qingqing found it unbelievable. It was ridiculous that there were still such ignorant people.
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