"Your grandson isn't even dead yet. Are you going to burn him alive just to make sure it's auspicious?"
Ye Qingqing couldn't hold back any longer and rebuked him.
Mr. Bei said impatiently, "This is my family matter. What does it have to do with you? The doctor said my grandson is incurable, so naturally I have to consider his next life."
Moreover, Mr. Sun said that cremation at an auspicious time would take away the bad luck from his family and bless him with prosperous business and abundant wealth.
"You haven't even taken good care of your grandson in this life, what are you talking about the next? If it weren't for your ignorance, your grandson would still be alive and well in his mother's womb!" Ye Qingqing was furious.
This kind of person is so corrupt that he hasn't realized his mistakes yet. He's still unrepentant and wants to cremate his dying grandson at an auspicious time. He's utterly inhuman.
"What business is it of yours to interfere in my family affairs? Mind your own business and you'll die young. Get out of my way!"
Enraged, President Bei even tried to make a move. He didn't connect Lu Mo, who was standing some distance away, with Ye Qingqing at all; otherwise, even if he had a hundred times the courage, he would never have dared to make a move.
Lu Mo's face turned cold. He strode over and stood in front of Ye Qingqing, saying coldly, "President Bei, you have quite the airs!"
Mr. Bei stared at Lu Mo in astonishment, then at Ye Qingqing in her pajamas, and then at the basket in Lu Mo's hand. His mind finally cleared, his face changed drastically, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
"Mr. Lu, is this your wife?" I wanted to confirm again, just in case he guessed wrong.
"You two know each other? How can you have such a friend?" Ye Qingqing glared at President Bei with disdain.
Lu Mo said softly, "We only have some business dealings; we can't be considered friends."
He looked coldly at Mr. Bei, "I have no interest in Mr. Bei's family affairs, but since you were rude to my wife, I'll have to meddle."
"President Lu, please don't be angry. It was my fault for not recognizing Mrs. Lu. I apologize to Mrs. Lu!"
Mr. Bei bowed and scraped, speaking in a humble tone, completely unlike his previous arrogance. He even bowed and smiled obsequiously at Ye Qingqing.
“No matter how much you rush, you still have to wait until the child has passed away, after all, he is your own grandson,” Ye Qingqing couldn’t help but say.
"Yes, yes, Mrs. Lu is right." President Bei nodded repeatedly, agreeing readily, but only he knew what he was really thinking.
Ye Qingqing sensed his perfunctory attitude and was indignant, but it was, after all, their family matter, and as an outsider, she shouldn't interfere too much. Besides, the child couldn't be saved anyway.
Lu Mo took a deep look, but didn't say anything. He was about to take the elevator when the older sister in the basket suddenly started wriggling restlessly, so strong that the basket shook incessantly. Then the younger brother started moving too. Both siblings were very strong, not at all like newborns.
"What's wrong? Are you hungry?" Ye Qingqing asked worriedly.
"No, I just drank a bottle of milk, I might need to pee."
Lu Mo skillfully touched it, his eyes filled with surprise. It wasn't like they needed to pee, so what were these two siblings up to?
"Ahhh..."
The siblings started making even more noise, shaking the basket incessantly. Lu Mo was even more puzzled. The siblings usually only made a fuss when they were hungry or needed to relieve themselves; they had never made such a fuss for no reason before. There must be a reason.
"Mom, what's wrong with the baby? Is he feeling unwell?" the mother cried out, her voice trembling with tears. The father was equally shocked.
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