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"Ai …"

Ning Huanyu's heart was filled with excitement.

From the corner of his eyes, it was hard to tell if it was tears or sweat.

It seemed that this was the first time she had called out to him since waking up.

It was like the first time she had said 'Daddy,' when she was babbling.

"Qianyu, we're almost home. Auntie made you a lot of delicious food …"

Ning Huanyu continued after a short reply.

"…"

Ning Qianyu stopped talking. She just tightly hugged his neck, causing his breathing to become heavier.

Back at the villa.

He breathed heavily for a long time before he managed to catch his breath.

When Ning Qianyu's mother saw the wounds on Ning Qianyu's body, she felt so much heartache that she could only cry. In the end, it was Ning Hua Lan who cleaned Ning Qianyu's wounds and applied the medicine.

After finishing her work, Old Madam Ning came over with a biscuit she had just made in the kitchen.

"Qianyu, come …"

"…"

Ning Qianyu glanced at her with a trace of unfamiliarity in her eyes.

"My good granddaughter, this is your favorite biscuit. Grandma specifically made them put osmanthus honey in it. Quickly, try it."

Old Madam Ning picked up a biscuit and brought it to Ning Qianyu's mouth.

Ning Qianyu blinked her dark blue eyes as she stretched her hand out and took it. He opened his mouth and spoke.

"Brother Nanling, eat …"

"This foolish child …"

Old lady Ning's eyes reddened again, her heart aching so much that she couldn't speak.

"..."

Yunjing.

When Gong Hantian and Gong Nanling arrived at Yunjing International Airport, Lu Yiyao personally sent Lu Sen to pick them up.

Gong Nanling had a serious expression and a tired look in the bottom of his eyes.

He took a few deep breaths with greed.

The air of Yunjing was pure and clean.

Get in the car.

He looked at the building as it flashed by, and he suddenly had the urge to go and find Gu Mengmeng. However, this was obviously not the right time.

"Uncle Sen, isn't grandfather in Qingning Hospital? "Why?"

He noticed that the black Rolls-royce was traveling in the wrong direction. This didn't seem to be a road to Qingning Hospital, but more like a return to the Lu Family residence.

Gong Hantian's heart sank. What did he suddenly realize?

A trace of unease arose in his heart.

From the time he answered the phone to the time he returned to the Yunjing, it had only been a short two hours, so the old man shouldn't have …

"Young Master, Young Master Sun, the old man has already left …"

Lu Sen, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, turned his head and spoke in a low and sad voice.

"What?" Grandfather left? "

Gong Nanling's rebellious eyebrows were pulled to the limit, while his eyes were filled with shock.

"Young Master Sun, my condolences …"

Lu Sen looked at him with a serious expression.

"How is this possible? Yesterday, my grandfather was still fine when he recorded the video with me. "I don't believe it …"

Gong Nanling's heart was beating fiercely, and a hint of bitterness appeared in his eyes.

"Sigh …"

Lu Sen didn't know what to say, so he just sighed.

"Dad …"

Gong Nanling tilted his head and looked at Gong Hantian. The look in his eyes clearly wanted Gong Hantian to tell him that Lu Jinhui was still alive.

"…"

Gong Hantian didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and shook his head slightly.

"How could this be …"

When Gong Nanling saw Gong Hantian's heavy expression, he knew that it must be true.

Tears fell silently.

"Nanling …"

Gong Hantian reached out his hand and patted the back of his hand.

"…"

Gong Nanling bit his lips and looked out of the window.

Soon, his nose turned red.

The blockage in his chest and abdomen was extremely severe.

The black Rolls-royce only took forty minutes to go from the airport to the Lu Family Residence.

At the gate.

The old Lu Family house's black iron gate was open.

There was a white lantern hanging on the roof of the corridor. On the lantern, there was a big black 'Li' character written on it.

The white silk was hung up.

The music was faint.

The moment the car stopped, Gong Nanling couldn't wait to open the car door and go straight to the hall.

The large hall had now become a mourning hall.

The door of the hall was pasted with a white couplet.

It was personally written by Lu Yiyao.

A hoarse wail came from inside.

Gong Nanling could tell that it was his mother Lu Yixun's voice.

He quickly ran in.

He immediately saw the black coffin placed in the middle of the hall.

The surrounding area was arranged according to Yunjing and customs, with flower wreaths and items to mourn.

On the black square table in front of the coffin, Lu Jinhui's photo and memorial tablet were placed.

In the photo, Lu Jinhui looked energetic and confident.

Gong Nanling looked over, but felt that he was smiling benevolently at him.

"Grandpa …"

With a 'plop', he kneeled down.

"Nanling …"

Lu Yixun, who was on the verge of fainting from tears, slowly raised her head and called out in a choked voice when she heard his voice.

"Grandpa …"

Gong Nanling kowtowed three times and a red color surfaced on his forehead.

On the way, he was still filled with anticipation, wondering if there would be some sort of miracle. Or perhaps, he misunderstood Lu Sen's words.

Grandfather is fine, he's fine.

But when he saw what was in front of him, he truly felt that his grandfather was no longer there.

He went to the Pleasant World.

"Grandpa …"

He raised his head and looked at Lu Jinhui's photo and cried.

The man who had been both hard and doting on him had really left him.

He left everything to him.

Wealth or hope.

"Nanling …"

Lu Yixun hugged him as her body trembled.

Gong Hantian walked in. When he saw this situation, he was also extremely saddened.

Kowtow.

After which, he walked over and said to Lu Yixun.

"Xun'er, the ground is cold. Hurry and get up."

Lu Yixun's body was already exhausted. She slowly turned her head to look at him.

Gong Hantian helped her stand up slowly.

"Brother Tian …"

Lu Yixun cried for a while longer in Gong Hantian's arms until she fainted.

Gong Hantian quickly sent her to the room she was married to.

Gong Nanling was still kneeling.

Under the coffin.

The lamp burned with a bright light.

A moment later.

Lu Yiyao, who was wearing a black shirt and black pants, walked in with a black veil wrapped around his arm.

In his hand, he held another set.

"Gong Nanling …"

He stood beside Gong Nanling and focused his eyes, looking at Lu Jinhui in the photo.

He looked at the old man who was not blood related to him.

The unfathomable Mo Tong narrowed his eyes.

At the corner of his eyes, his tears flowed.

"Little uncle …"

Gong Nanling raised his head and spoke in a low and hoarse voice. His handsome face was covered with a thick layer of grief.

It was obvious that he was truly sad.

"You get up first."

Lu Yiyao lowered his eyes, looked at him and said in a low voice.

"…"

Gong Nanling pursed his lips and stood up.

"Raise your hand."0

Lu Yiyao puckered his lips, his handsome eyebrows were scrunched up as he said coldly.

Gong Nanling slowly raised his left hand.

Lu Yiyao personally put the black veil over his arm.

"Uncle, why aren't you seeing Uncle's family?"

Gong Nanling looked around and asked with reddened eyes when he didn't see Lu Hongzhan.

"It's fine if you don't want to come, but if you do, you'll only cause trouble."

Lu Yiyao's gaze turned sharp and his eyebrows became a lot sharper.

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