After Zhuo Yunfei got up, he immediately ran to the legs of the noble lady who was walking out of the crowd.
He threw himself into the lady's arms and cried loudly, his tears and snot mixed together.
The lady, who was dressed exquisitely and elegantly, cried like this when she saw her beloved little nephew.
She didn't even care about the expensive dress she was wearing, she just picked up her little nephew and held him in her arms to comfort him.
"Oh, Feifei, don't cry. Auntie is here... Tell me who is the blind person who bullied you. Auntie will help you get revenge."
This is what the naughty kid was waiting for. With a face that looked like a tearful cat, he turned around and looked at Xinluo.
He pointed his finger and said, "It's her! She's the one who bullied me!"
The beautiful woman holding Zhuo Yunfei looked in the direction of his finger...
A moment later, her hands slipped and the naughty child in her arms fell to the ground.
"Ouch... Feifei hurts!"
*
In a lounge upstairs in the banquet hall.
Xinluo and Zhuo Yarong sat facing each other.
She never thought that she would run into Zhuo Yarong here.
After all, before this, everyone thought that Zhuo Yarong was still in Qinglong Temple.
Even Lu Yuchen and Lu Jiu didn't know that the lady would appear here.
Facing this former mother-in-law who once loved and cared for her.
Even Xinluo, who had gone through four years of experience, didn't know how to face her at this moment.
In the end, it was Zhuo Yarong who broke the silence.
"Xinluo, have you been doing well in the past four years?"
"I'm... all right."
"Really? Just live well."
Zhuo Yarong looked at her with a complicated look, "Three years ago, Yu Chen announced your death to the public. The only people who knew the truth were Lu Qi, Meng Ze, Zhang Ma and me. No one else."
Xinluo understood that Zhuo Yarong was explaining to her why the Zhuo family didn't recognize her.
It's not that they don't recognize her face.
They just all believed that the explosion three years ago was real.
Xinluo nodded calmly, "Mom, I understand."
"No, you don't understand."
Xinluo was stunned and looked up at Zhuo Yarong.
Then, she heard Zhuo Yarong say, "Tang Xinluo is dead, so you should call me Madam Lu."
Xinluo: …
Zhuo Yarong's words were like a heavy hammer.
The hammer hit Xinluo's chest, causing her to almost lose her breath due to the pain.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhuo Yarong continued, "Xinluo, don't blame me for being cruel. Back then, when things were so difficult, it was you who chose to leave."
"Now that you've left, don't come back."
Speaking of this, tears flashed in Zhuo Yarong's eyes filled with memories.
Xinluo lowered her eyes, not daring to look at her tearful eyes.
"… sorry."
She apologized to Zhuo Yarong softly. Apart from sorry, she didn't know what else to say.
No matter what the reason was.
At that time, she did hurt Zhuo Yarong, who had always been devoted to her.
"I'm sorry?" Zhuo Yarong suddenly laughed. "Haha, can I give my grandson a childhood if I'm sorry? Can I give us a complete family if I'm sorry?"
"Tang Xinluo, tell me, how much are these three words 'I'm sorry' worth!?"
"Mrs. Lu, I..."
"You don't have to say any more!"
Zhuo Yarong interrupted Xinluo angrily.
"I know why you are here today. Oh, of course you are doing well. Look at your clothes, they are bright and beautiful. Are you here to regain Yu Chen's attention?" (To be continued)