Chapter 220 Han Zhan is suspected of death
At that time.
Spruce Cemetery.
Meng Xi held a black umbrella and placed a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone. All around was silence, broken only by the rustling of snow and wind. She raised her eyes, peered through the canopy of her umbrella, and gazed at the black-and-white photograph of the woman on the tombstone.
Lu Yu.
Died five years ago.
cancer.
As an internationally renowned oncologist, many terminally ill patients have been given a chance of survival by Lu Siyu, but he failed to save his most beloved sister.
Meng Xi had seen her photo at the Lu residence. No matter how many times she saw it, she would sigh at the power of genes. If Lu Cheng looked three-quarters similar to Lu Siyu, then her aunt Lu Yu looked seven or eight percent like Lu Cheng.
Especially the eyebrows and eyes.
As if they were carved from the same mold.
"Is the young master here?"
"not yet."
"Go call the young master again and don't make the gentleman angry."
"OK."
The subtle conversation between the housekeeper and the bodyguard fell into Meng Xi's ears. She glanced at the bodyguard who was hurriedly making a phone call, and then carefully glanced at Lu Siyu who was standing in front of the tombstone, bending over and wiping the portrait with a handkerchief.
He took off his glasses.
Without that disguise of being gentle and indifferent.
For a few moments, Meng Xi caught a glimpse of the loneliness and sadness beneath his dark eyes. She had heard from the housekeeper that Lu Siyu and Lu Yu had a very close relationship. They depended on each other, supported each other, and worked together to support the huge Lu family.
But.
Lu Cheng, however, dislikes Lu Yu.
I hate her so much.
Every year on the anniversary of his death, Lu Cheng would only reluctantly come to the cemetery to burn incense after Lu Siyu had repeatedly urged him. The housekeeper said that because Lu Siyu was busy with work, Lu Cheng had been raised and taught by Lu Yu since he was a child.
Lu Yu is very strict.
She never smiled at Lu Cheng.
Before dying, she even pulled Lu Cheng aside and told him that the Lu family had always been a single-line family, asking him to put aside his rebellious and playful thoughts and shoulder the responsibility of the family. The young man was very stubborn, not only refusing to say a single word to deceive the dying man, but also telling Lu Yu in a resolute voice that he would not follow the path they had planned for him and that he did not want the Lu family's inheritance. Lu Yu was so angry that he could not close his eyes until his death.
The worship ceremony ended after half an hour.
The housekeeper looked at the entrance to the cemetery and caught a glimpse of the familiar figure. He immediately ran over and circled around Lu Cheng: "Master, why are you here so late? The master is angry."
Under the black umbrella.
Lu Siyu put on his gold-rimmed glasses again, without turning his head to look at the person, and said in a cold voice: "Kneel down."
He started walking.
The butler and a group of bodyguards also left.
Meng Xi walked last. She glanced at Lu Cheng, who was kneeling in front of the tomb, and couldn't help but think of the night two years ago when Mr. Han successfully confessed his love. They, the allies who had helped him, had celebrated with drinks at Qinyuanchun Chinese Restaurant. Lu Cheng and Uncle Han were both drunk, so she peeled an orange and gave half to each of them.
Lu Cheng was half asleep and half awake.
Then the sweet orange.
Watching her drunken ravings.
He said his aunt would peel oranges for him, but she didn't love him at all and only wanted to train him to be a successor to Lu Siyu. He said she was very good, much better to him than his aunt, at least her eyes were soft and her voice was gentle.
After that night, Lu Cheng kept surrounding her.
You can see him everywhere you go.
Then.
I placed heart-shaped candles to express my love.
Meng Xi pulled herself out of her thoughts and headed straight for the cemetery exit. She stopped as she passed Lu Cheng, her gaze fixed on the soles of his shoes, which were stained with the red cemetery mud and snow. She held her umbrella closer to shield him from the falling snow. "Where in the cemetery are you standing? Your soles are covered in red mud."
Lu Cheng ignored her.
Meng Xi: "Why are you being late on purpose?"
Like kneeling as punishment?
Kneeling in a blizzard?
Meng Xi didn't say these two words, and Lu Cheng, kneeling on the hard, cold marble floor, didn't respond. He just glanced at the corner of her clothes and said coldly, "It's only been a short time since you married Lu Siyu, and you're already using your status as an elder to control me?"
Just then.
A series of messy and hurried footsteps came over.
The housekeeper was running towards them, slipping on the snowy ground. He took a step and was about to fall. Lu Cheng quickly reached out to support him, saying, "You are so old, can't you be less impulsive?"
"Master, something's wrong—"
"Lu Siyu wants me to kneel until evening or all night?"
"It's Second Young Master Han!"
"A Zhan?"
The butler didn't even have time to calm down. He grabbed Lu Cheng's sleeve, his black pupils narrowed into a point, and said in shock and fear: "News came from the Dubai police. The control stick of Flight 4095, which Young Master Han was on, failed after gliding takeoff. The plane hit the runway and exploded. Everyone was killed, including Young Master Han in the business class cabin!"
…
Lu Cheng rushed back to the urban area of Beijing.
Arrived at Beishan Villa as quickly as possible.
Han Zhan's accident came suddenly, and it was an air crash with a very low survival rate. Meng Xi was worried about Shi Yin, so he left the cemetery with Lu Cheng. They got out of the car one after another and went to the yard without even having time to open their umbrellas.
The huge yard was dead silent.
It was extremely quiet.
Lu Cheng looked around after entering the house. Shi Yin was not there, the housekeeper was not there, and even the big wolf dog Ah Xiu was nowhere to be seen. He called out to a passing servant and asked, "Where is Uncle Han?"
"When the news of the husband's death came, Butler Han couldn't withstand the shock and fainted on the spot. He has been sent to the hospital. The wife followed the ambulance."
Lu Chengmengxi ran into the outpatient building.
Asked the nurse on duty.
Go straight to the emergency room.
Running into the deserted corridor, Shi Yin spotted the frail figure in the distance. Shi Yin, dressed in home clothes and slippers, clutched the bed rails tightly with both hands. As she followed the medical staff toward the ward, she looked down with concern at the unconscious Uncle Han on the bed.
She walked unsteadily.
Stumbled a few times.
Almost fell to the ground.
She stood up in a daze, reached out to hold on to the cold wall, and staggered after the bed in her loose slippers.
Meng Xi and Lu Cheng followed immediately.
Enter the ward.
The first thing she saw was the big furry wolfhound. Its tail was drooping as it circled around Shi Yin, its brows tightly furrowed, and it raised its head to look at her eagerly.
Meng Xi walked over.
Getting closer.
Seeing Shi Yin's pale face, messy hair floating on both sides of her temples, Meng Xi's fingertips trembled violently, and he opened his mouth several times before tentatively speaking: "Second Miss?"
Her eyes were a little empty.
Slightly absent-minded.
It seems like all five senses are blocked and I can't hear any sound.
Meng Xi called out twice more, but still got no response. Just when she was about to give up, Shi Yin, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly raised her head and said softly, "Why are you here?"
"Second Miss, are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Shi Yin turned back, her brows furrowed as she gazed worriedly at the man on the bed receiving an IV drip. "Uncle Han had a cardiac arrest and fainted. Luckily, Doctor Fang was home and saved his life in time. He was rushed to the hospital and treated for over two hours, and he just got out of the emergency room."
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