On the balcony on the second floor, Lang Li was sitting in a wheelchair wearing a blanket and soaking up the sun. Seeing Lang Ruoxian coming up, his head moved. The two people's eyes met, and Lang Ruoxian spoke first.
"Dad, are you okay?"
Lang Li's throat made a purring sound, and his eyes turned red. Lang Ruoxian saw that he was holding Deng Jingjing's photo frame in his hand.
"My condolences." He walked over and moved a chair to sit opposite Lang Li, "Auntie is dead."
Lang Li shed two lines of tears, and his face was covered with skin. This was the result of half a year of treatment. Even his flesh could be exposed before, but now his immune system is slowly recovering. Unfortunately, given his age, he may not be able to wait until the day he fully recovers.
"Tell me, why did she commit suicide?" Lang Ruoxian looked at it, taking in the panoramic view of the manor outside. "Does it mean that she doesn't want to take care of you anymore? If so, then Dad, you shouldn't be sad. It's not worth it for such a woman. ,right?"
Lang Li looked at him with wide eyes, the whites of his eyes turned yellow due to illness were particularly strange: "You..."
"Dad, I will help you find a good caregiver, and you have to work hard to get well as soon as possible." Lang Ruoxian stood up and patted Lang Li, "At least you can talk first, otherwise we won't know what you want to say."
He turned around and walked out, and a faint voice came over: "The longer some things are delayed, the harder they are to handle. Once many things are lost, I want to get them back... "
The voice suddenly became quieter after the next words, and I don’t know if Lang Li heard it. When the door closed, Lang Li's eyes changed, and he took out his mobile phone from under the pillow shivering.
"Did you find anything?" A hoarse voice sounded in the room, exactly the same as the voice of the person who kidnapped Lang Ruoxian before.
Obviously he was not satisfied with the answer on the phone. Lang Li's hoarse voice was a little excited, and it sounded like someone was pinching his throat: "They are all trash, I don't believe they didn't leave any traces. Check again! I went for surgery. Check at the hospital.”
"Grandpa, let them send some food up!" Lang Ruoxian returned to the living room.
The person who delivered the meal came down and said that Lang Li had eaten. Lang Cha nodded: "I thought he and Deng Jingjing had no relationship. After all, they were just a couple..."
"Should I find someone to take care of my dad?" Lang Ruoxian said, "Otherwise, he will always be up there alone, which is not good for his recovery."
"I have made arrangements." Lang Cha thought of something and said, "Deng Jingjing's death is very strange. I don't believe she committed suicide. Who wanted to kill her..."
Lang Ruoxian looked in the direction of Lang Li on the second floor and lowered his voice: "Grandpa, is it possible that my dad knew that Deng Jingjing was responsible for his body?"
"Even if he knew, how could he ask someone to kill Deng Jingjing like that?" Lang Cha shook his head.
"Grandpa, I just went up to observe, and I think my dad seems to be much better." Lang Ruoxian frowned, "Do you think... will he have Deng Jingjing killed without telling us?"
The old man was startled and his hands shook: "You mean, he is actually cured?"
"That's not true." Lang Ruoxian thought for a while, "I think it might be a little better than now, for example, I can give orders to others."
"Why did he hide it from us?"
Lang Ruoxian sighed: "I think dad may not know that we have known what Deng Jingjing did for a long time. He doesn't want us to be angry and sad. After all, we are a family, and his wife has harmed herself like this..."
The old man thought for a moment and realized that his eldest son had always been very thoughtful and could indeed do such a thing.
"So he secretly asked someone to kill Deng Jingjing, and also pretended to commit suicide to deceive us..." Lang Cha closed his eyes, feeling sorry for his son.
Lang Ruoxian rubbed the old man's forehead: "Since dad doesn't want us to know, grandpa, just pretend you don't know about it. Everything will be as before. I think it won't be long before dad will tell us that his body has begun to recover."
"We still have to investigate Deng Jingjing's matter." Lang Cha sighed, "Whether it was your father or not, I want to know the result."
Lang Ruoxian stayed at the manor for one night, and when he left the next day, he saw Lang Li looking at him on the balcony. He waved and got into the car. The scholar also saw Lang Li, frowned and asked.
"Master, do we still want to investigate Deng Jingjing's matter?"
"No need." Lang Ruoxian smiled, "Lang Li will clean his butt himself. Also, he can't find anything, go and help him."
The scholar's eyes lit up: "Master, you plan to show off your cards!"
"It's time." Lang Ruoxian looked at the flashing road sign outside the car window, "We can't give him a chance to recover."
Most importantly, he didn't want Yan Hua to wait any longer.
A month later, the filming of the reality show that Yanhua and Feishan participated in was successfully completed. The weather in G City has gradually cooled down, and it actually snowed before Christmas.
"Gungun is going to attend the kindergarten's Christmas dance performance tomorrow, and he wants to invite you." When Lang Ruoxian came over in the evening, Yanhua gave him an invitation card.
It was made by the kindergarten and is very beautiful. However, the words inside were written by Gungun himself, and the words "Uncle, crooked" require hard work to be understood.
"Do you have time?" Yan Hua asked him.
In the past two months, Lang Ruoxian didn't seem busy, but Yan Hua always felt that he was up to something, trying to hold back a big move.
"Of course!" Lang Ruoxian hugged her waist, lowered his head and kissed her.
Yan Hua was breathless from his kiss. She finally pushed the man away to take a breath. He leaned over again before she could speak.
"Is it over yet?" Yan Hua pushed him away, "Why do you feel like a sperm worm is in your head every day?"
Lang Ruoxian hugged her and refused to let go. He buried his head in Yan Hua's neck and muttered, "I can't bear it when I see you." God knows how long he endured it. He could bear it before, but now...
That guy Lang Li is so stupid. Why hasn't he found any evidence for so long? He obviously hinted it to him.
"After the New Year, you should make it clear to Fei Shan." Lang Ruoxian pulled Yan Hua to sit down. "Hasn't he already gone to film that crappy movie? Then you will break up because of his inappropriate personality."
"The promised year is not here yet..." Yan Hua rolled her eyes at him.
Lang Ruoxian sneered: "I don't care whether it's a year or a half, as soon as my matter is resolved, we will get married!"
"Marry?" Yan Hua was amused by him, "Who said I wanted to marry you?"
Lang Ruoxian was about to say who he would marry if he didn't marry me, when he saw Yan Hua looking at him with a half-smile.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing..." Yan Hua smiled, "I just want to know if I will be angry after you solve everything."
Lang Ruoxian: "..."
After driving the man away, Yan Hua lay down on the bed and closed her eyes, thinking about Lang Ruoxian's complicated expression just now and wanting to laugh.
If she guessed correctly, that's probably what happened. Although she didn't know what happened that year, she had a pretty good guess. In some matters, Lang Ruoxian lied to her, although now that he thinks about it, he didn't mean it.
But after keeping it secret from him for so long, he must settle this account with that guy!
"Uncle, did Gungun perform well?" Little Fatty Tuanzi rushed down from the stage.
Lang Ruoxian hugged him and said, "Gun Gun's performance is very good!"
"Mother?"
Yan Hua twitched the corner of her mouth: "Okay..."
"Gun Gun's performance is very good! Just like the real tree!" Xiao Jiu'er, who plays the princess, said.
Gungun had no lines from beginning to end, just playing a small tree standing in the corner of the stage.
"Who assigned this role?" When Lang Ruoxian first came here, he thought someone was bullying Gungun.
As a result, the teacher said that Gungun chose it himself...
"He actually didn't want to act." Yan Hua knew her son very well. "But it was stipulated that all children must participate, so he chose the one with the least trouble."
Fei Ying covered her mouth and smiled: "You said he is so good at playing the prince, and he can kiss the princess to wake up."
"That's not okay!" Xiao Jiuer immediately objected, "Only brother Mingxi can kiss me, and no other boys can."
Yan Hua was stunned for a moment: "Didn't the kid just kiss you as required by the plot?"
"That's the young lady!" Gungun shouted, "That's a girl."
All right…
"It seems that Sister Chen is right." Yan Hua smiled at Fei Ying, "Xiao Jiu'er will definitely belong to her family from now on."
Fei Ying snorted: "Who knows what will happen in the future, I'm still young now!"
On Christmas Day, Yan Hua received a gift from Fei Shan from abroad, and the two even talked on the phone. Fei Shan's voice sounded tired, but happy.
Thinking of the photos of him filming abroad that were posted online a few days ago, he has lost a lot of weight. But this is what he likes to do, and he is very happy no matter how tired he is. After New Year's Day, a big event happened in the Lang family.
"Why did you have a heart attack even though you were fine?" After receiving a call in the middle of the night, Yan Hua sent Gun Gun to Fei Ying's house and went to the hospital with Lang Ruoxian.
Lang Cha had a myocardial infarction. After the family doctor performed resuscitation, he was sent to the hospital in G city. When the two arrived, the old man had just entered the operating room.
"The old man had a few quarrels with the eldest young master in the room in the afternoon, and he suddenly had a heart attack during dinner." The housekeeper cried.
Yan Hua glanced at Lang Ruoxian, who had no expression.
"Wait..." he said, "Grandpa has always been in good health. He will be fine."
Two hours later, Lang Cha was sent to the ward. His heart had already undergone a bypass operation. The doctor said that he should be careful in the future. If he had another heart attack, the consequences would be...
"Grandpa?" Lang Ruoxian called him softly when he saw Lang Cha open his eyes.
Lang Cha looked around, his eyes resting on him for a long time. For so long, Yan Hua thought that the old man would say something shocking, but the old man closed his eyes again.
"I'm fine, I'm tired."
"Grandpa, please rest. We'll come see you tomorrow." Lang Ruoxian pulled Yanhua out of the ward without asking anything.
Yan Hua whispered: "Does grandpa know something?"
"I don't know much, but I should know a lot." Lang Ruoxian's eyes turned cold.
It was he who overestimated Lang Li, and that idiot actually made the old man aware of it.
"What should we do now?" Yan Hua glanced at the ward, "The old man seems to have been hit hard.
Lang Ruoxian curled his lips: "We don't have to do anything now."
Of course... we have to wait until Lang Li comes to the door.