Chapter 119 I'm afraid he doesn't want to see me.

Lu Sui's eyes were filled with cruelty and violence. Yu Zeying's hand was broken... He remembered. He went to Yu's house and didn't come back for two days. He was worried and went to the city to look for him, but the housekeeper of Yu's house told him that he was in the hospital.

He went to the hospital and saw his arm wrapped in a bandage and cast. When asked how it was broken, he said he was hit by a car. He didn't believe it and went to ask the doctor. The doctor also said the same thing, so he stopped suspecting...

The Army soldier continued, "When I found out, I was just like you. I didn't know how to talk to him. He was my enemy's grandson, but I held him in my arms and carried him on my back, treating him like a half-son. But the result was..."

Lu Jun was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth sank slightly. "His grandfather embezzled your father's compensation, and he couldn't bear it. He almost... He knelt at the door crying, and your aunt also cried. I... Can I blame him? I can't, he didn't do anything, but he just..."

How could such a good child be born in the Yu family?

Lu Sui understands everything, but he just can't get over that haze.

The Army didn't force him. He knew his child's temperament best and needed time. "How is your mother in London?"

"She..." Lu Sui paused in a cold voice, "Very well, she got married and had two children."

The Army held the plump white garlic in his hands and smiled with relief.

"That's fine. I used to hate her. I hated her for cheating on your father and bringing shame to our Lu family. Now that I'm old and half buried in the earth, I've come to terms with it. Maybe she just wasn't meant to be with our Lu family. No matter how bad she was, she gave birth to you."

Lu Sui didn't say anything, just stared at him, his gloomy eyes wandering on his face, without any disguise, nor was he forcing it, he really didn't hate her anymore, how could it be possible? How could he not hate someone who held a grudge so much? "I'll go back to my room first..."

"Go ahead, don't sleep, we'll have dinner soon." The army soldier stood up and walked towards the kitchen with the peeled garlic.

Lu Sui leaned over to look at his back. His outline was tall, but a little hunched. For so many years, Song Huizi was seriously ill. He had to support the family, pay for his education, and bear the hatred alone. How did he survive?

It must be very hard...

Listening to him and Song Huizi quarreling in the kitchen, Lu Sui's eyes were bloodshot, and she returned to the room numbly. Liang Jingxuan was still sleeping, her long eyelashes covered her eyes like silent wings, and her swollen lips opened and closed.

He grabbed his exposed arm, kissed it, lifted a corner of the bright red quilt, gently put it in and covered him up.

His cold eyes fell on the envelope on the bedside table. This letter was sent back along with the inspection report of the government building and a stack of photos. It had never been opened before. He picked up the envelope stiffly and tore it open roughly.

The handwriting on the letter was delicate and beautiful, but he didn't want to read on after reading the first sentence.

"Xiao Sui, I'm sorry... I'm an incompetent mother, please forgive my selfishness. When your father and I decided to divorce, you were still too young, and I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know about your father's affairs until I arrived in London, I'm sorry..."

"The day I left, he put the inspection report of the government building and your photo in my book. After your father died, I always felt that something was wrong and it must be related to the Yu family and the Liu family. I wanted to send these back, but I was afraid that if I sent them back, it would become a death warrant for you."

"The Yu family is a local tyrant in Xunshi. All the superiors and subordinates are rotten, so I can't send it back. In recent years, I also know that your second uncle has been looking for me. I know he hates me, and I don't have the face to go back to see him, so I asked my friends who returned to China to send him a letter, saying that I am doing well in the UK."

"I feel sorry for many people, but you are the one I feel the most sorry for. I actually went back to see you secretly, but I only dared to look at you secretly and didn't dare to approach you. You are very tall, and your facial features are very similar to your father's. Even your temper is very similar..."

"I'm relieved that you're living a good life now. I left so decisively because I was betting that the Army and Song Huizi would treat you well. You're definitely going to say I'm selfish again. Yes, I am selfish, but I really don't want to live that kind of hard life anymore. Hate me if you want to..."

"I called you because I really missed you. Later, you called me and I wanted to answer, but I was afraid... I didn't have the face to answer... I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

"Don't come looking for me anymore. I'm not worthy of being your mother. Just consider me dead..."

Lu Sui read the letter with all his might, then crumpled it up and tried to light it with a lighter, but was afraid of suffocating Liang Jingxuan who was still sleeping. He held it in his palm, then stretched it open, and tore it into pieces bit by bit...

He didn't need an apology.

He had let it go long ago and just wanted to know that she was doing well.

"Hubby...are you secretly eating spicy noodles?"

Lu Sui turned away. Liang Jingxuan had woken up at some point. His wet little deer eyes stared at his clenched fist. "I heard the noise. You were just eating spicy noodles!"

Liang Jingxuan lifted the bright red blanket and sat up, pulling Lu Sui's arm over, clenching his fist and prying it open, revealing only a pile of shredded paper.

Liang Jingxuan exclaimed, "Is that it? Isn't it spicy noodles? But from the sound I heard, it seems like... Are you hiding under your butt? Get out of here..."

Pushing Lu Sui away, there was still nothing. Liang Jingxuan fell back on the bed, hugged the pillow embroidered with swimming birds, rolled back into the bed, his shoulders shaking, sobbing, "Latiao... I miss you so much Latiao..."

Lu Sui suppressed his smirk and closed the door. "We have spicy noodles."

Liang Jingxuan twitched and stopped crying. Lu Sui walked to the dressing table, took down the mirror, and three or four packages of spicy noodles hidden in the crevices fell out.

Liang Jingxuan sat up straight, and when he saw that it was really spicy noodles, his eyes lit up like stars, and he climbed to the bed with his butt sticking up, "It's appetizers!"

Lu Sui picked up the bunny blanket at the end of the bed and covered his thighs with it. "You can only eat one packet. We have to eat later."

Liang Jingxuan held the appetizers in her arms and nodded heavily, "I listened to my husband and only ate one pack! Husband, when did you hide it?"

Lu Sui was always alert to the footsteps at the door and lowered his voice, "I hid it when Second Aunt wasn't paying attention on the day we moved to the brick factory. Don't let it slip."

Liang Jingxuan covered her mouth, "Okay! Husband, I want to drink Jinwei, Jinwei and appetizers are a perfect match!"

Lu Sui, "..."

After three days of heavy rain, extremely hot weather came again. Lu Sui unloaded cement bricks wearing rubber gloves. The tense muscles on his arms twisted with the rough movements. Every time he took a break, his cold eyes would unconsciously look towards the fork in the road.

Lu Jun leaned against the osmanthus tree, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, his wrinkled face immersed in the smoke. Yu Zeying hadn't been here for three days. He used to run here at least five or six times a day. He wasn't used to it, and Lu Sui was even less used to it.

"Don't be lazy, you brain-cutter!"

There was a thin layer of mist in Lu Sui's cold pupils. He wiped the sweat from his temples with his elbow and continued moving.

Sweat snaked down the grooves on her back like a snake. Liang Jingxuan, wearing a large duckbill cap, squatted in the shadow of the truck and said, "Honey, I want to move too. I can do it!"

Lu Sui patted the mud on his hands and said, "This is too heavy. Just squat there. After we finish moving, I'll take you to the canteen to buy popsicles."

Liang Jingxuan stood up while holding the tire, "Okay! Buy more for Second Uncle, Second Aunt, and Brother Ying! Mumu! And Aunt Zhang! It's a pity that Erhu is not here..."

When Lu Sui heard Yu Zeying's name, his brows furrowed and he said coldly, "Go to Second Uncle's place. It's too hot."

Liang Jingxuan squatted back stubbornly, "I don't want it, I want to stay here..."

Lu Sui held his jaw tightly, his heart filled with strange emotions. When he was a child, every time he sent Yu Zeying back to Yu's home, he was like this, very stubborn, didn't want to go back, squatted on the ground and refused to leave, crying and cursing.

Lu Sui coaxed him for a long time before he was willing to go back. He stood up and asked Lu Sui to swear that he would come to pick him up again before he went. After Lu Sui swore, he still refused to leave and stood on tiptoe to ask him to carry him.

Lu Sui squatted on the ground without hesitation, holding the ground with his hands. Yu Zeying stopped crying immediately, jumped on his back, and held his neck tightly with both hands, "Brother, I'm fine!"

Lu Sui is not very good at coaxing people and always has a stern face, but Yu Zeying rarely cries with him. "Hubby...what are you thinking about?" Liang Jingxuan asked with her head tilted.

Lu Sui lowered his eyes with a lonely look, "Well... nothing..."

The sunlight was dazzling, and the elevator was broken, so the floor tiles could only be carried to the second floor. The floor tile laying master was busy, and Yu Zeying couldn't hire anyone for a while, so he carried the tiles himself. Mu Xiliang carried the tiles five or six times, and his legs were shaking, and he couldn't even go down the stairs.

Yu Zeying frowned and lifted up his pants. His prosthetic limb had rubbed his knee, leaving a bloody mess.

Her narrow eyes were immediately filled with tears. She picked him up without a care in the world and hurried back to the old house.

Mu Xiliang put his arm around his neck, his expression very cold, "Yu Er, it's just a scratch, you're making a big fuss..."

Yu Zeying nervously hugged him and put him on the sofa, "Your legs are like this, why didn't you tell me?" He stood up hurriedly and went to rummage through the medicine box.

Mu Xiliang looked at his anxious back and said with thin lips, "Do you want to go find Lu Sui?"

Yu Zeying's hand holding the medicine froze in mid-air, "He doesn't want to see me, it's useless even if I go..."

Mu Xiliang stopped talking and stared at him. His cold eyes scanned his evasive face, and he raised the corners of his mouth in cold sarcasm, "You are arrogant and domineering in bed, but why are you so scared after getting out of bed?"

Yu Zeying unnaturally twisted the lid of the ointment and said, "It's different..."

One is a brother and the other is a wife, how can they be the same?

Mu Xiliang pursed his lips and said sternly, "Why is it different? Use the same method you used to deal with me to deal with him, it will definitely work! If it doesn't work, just cry, be thick-skinned, or be shameless, Lu Sui can't stand your torture."

Yu Zeying couldn't help laughing. It was quite rare to see Mu Xiliang like this. Mu Xiliang narrowed his eyes and slapped him in the face. "What are you laughing at?! I'm giving you a plan and you're laughing..."

Yu Zeying covered his face and said, "I'm wrong... Don't move, I'll apply medicine to you first..."

Mu Xiliang shrank his legs and said, "I don't want to apply it, the medicine stinks..."

Yu Zeying squeezed a large amount of milky white ointment, turned his thigh, and smeared it forcefully, "It doesn't stink, you smell good, it will be covered in a while."

Mu Xiliang covered his mouth and nose, his face full of disgust, "Liar..."

He doesn't wear perfume, and he uses the same soap as me when taking a bath, so how can there be any fragrance?

Yu Zeying said seriously, "I'm not lying to you. How should I put it? The scent on you is a bit like orchids... You can't smell it, but I can. How does the saying go? Living in an orchid room for a long time, you won't be able to smell its fragrance."

In Mu Xiliang's charming fox eyes, the coldness was gradually replaced by a smile, but it was difficult to detect.

"Go and carry the floor tiles. The master is waiting."

"Okay, then don't move." Yu Zeying brought the electric fan, plugged it in, and turned it to the lowest setting. Mu Xiliang looked at his sweaty forehead.

The calmness and indifference faded away, and a dark tide of heartache swept over the surface of the sea, "How about you take a break..."

"No need, we'll be done moving soon!" Yu Zeying picked up a towel from the shelf, casually wiped the sweat off his face, hung it around his neck, and strode out.

In the evening, wisps of smoke rise from every household, strong winds blow across the rice fields, and the summer heat gradually disappears.

Under the osmanthus tree, Lu Jun was playing cards with the master and the workers while holding a dogtail grass in his mouth. Song Huizi divided a small portion of the prepared food and put it in a bamboo basket. "Lu Jun, stop playing cards and take it to Xiaoying and Xiaoxi!"

"Okay, here we come!" The army put down the cards in his hand, "No more playing, I'm leaving first!"

"Uncle, I want to go too!" Liang Jingxuan chewed the braised pork and picked up the bamboo basket. Lu Jun winked, and he nodded slightly, holding the bamboo basket and staggering in front of Lu Sui, "Husband, are you going?"

Lu Sui looked annoyed and said, "No." He turned on the faucet, picked up the heavy bucket and walked into the house.

"Okay..." Liang Jingxuan and Lu Jun left not long after.

Lu Sui somehow walked onto the main road, staring blankly at the fork in the road...

It was dark, Liang Jingxuan and Lu Jun came back slowly. When Lu Sui got closer, he could see that Liang Jingxuan's eyes were swollen, he had just cried. Lu Jun had his hands behind his back, his face solemn.

"Aren't you going to deliver food? Why are you crying?" Song Huizi asked.

It would have been fine if she hadn't asked. As soon as she asked, Liang Jingxuan started crying again, with tears as big as beans hanging on her eyelashes, "Brother Ying, he...he..."