Gu Yueshu had gotten up to his feet and took a few steps forward, but Gu Ranzhi had stepped back. “Commissioner Gu, it’s better if you don’t come forward.”
“Your grandmother deeply regrets what she had done in the past.” Gu Yueshu could only try to persuade his son again.
She had admitted her mistakes, but so what? Once a paper is crumpled, it’ll never be perfect again.
“Commissioner Gu, I’ve let go of the past long ago. What’s done is done. The only thing I care about is the terms of our agreement—from now on, all of you shall leave my mother and me alone and never show yourselves again,” he paused, “I hope you’d keep your promise, Commissioner.”
As he finished his words, he’d left without turning back.
There was a minute of silence when the Gu family had heard the vengeful words from Gu Ranzhi until Old Madam Gu had let out a deep sigh. And her breathing stopped.
“Mom!”
Gu Ranzhi was at the doorway when he heard the cries and exclamations coming from the house.
He turned in the direction of the room, knelt, bowed three times, and left.
...
In the resort, under the supervision of Jiang Tingxu, Mo Zhining had finally finished half of his school work.
“Alright, then. Let’s take a rest and have some milk.”
“Okie. Jiang Tingxu, you’re the best!”
Aw, what a sweet child! She thought.
The milk sent by the hotel was all warmed up and ready to be drunk. The obedient little fellow held his cup and took small sips. There was a line of milk foam at his upper lips.
Jiang Tingxu took two sips. She had remembered that someone hadn’t come out of the room, and she whispered, “Go see what your daddy’s doing.”
“Oh, okay!”
As the little fellow put his cup down, he had stumbled across the room. As he entered the other room, he found that his father had fallen asleep on the bed. He tip-toed out of the room and went to Jiang Tingxu’s side. “Jiang Tingxu, daddy is sleeping.”
Mo Boyuan’s asleep?
“That’s alright. Forget it. We’ll let daddy have some once he’s awake.”
At this instance, from the room next to them came the sound of someone unlocking and closing the door.
Mo Zhining tilted his head. “Is uncle back?” he asked.
Jiang Tingxu nodded. “If I’m not wrong, that should be your uncle.”
Before both mother and son could finish their milk, they’d heard someone knocking at their door.
“I’ll go get the door. You stay here. After you’ve finished the milk, do your homework.”
Mo Zhining had wanted to slack off, but he’d given up the idea when he heard his mommy said that.
Jiang Tingxu opened the door to realize it was Wen Jie. “Auntie Wen?”
“We might not be able to make it back tonight. Ranzhi is not in good condition. Old Madam Gu had just passed.” She had a poor complexion on her face.
So soon?
*cough* She wasn’t trying to be rude. But wasn’t she doing well the other day?
“Alright, I got it. No worries, we’ll head back tomorrow. But how is Ranzhi holding up now?”
Wen Jie sighed. She didn’t have much to say in this manner. “He’s in a bad mood. He’s gone through a lot lately. He’ll be fine. We have to give him some time.”
After all, Old Madam Gu was his biological grandmother. It must’ve been difficult for him when he’d gone to see his grandmother one last time. Yet, he’d suffered a lot from the traumatic experience during his childhood. It’s normal to have mixed feelings.
“I’ll go back and look after him first. Do let Boyuan know of this.”
“Okay, Auntie Wen. I’ll be here if you need anything.”
“Alright. Don’t worry about it.”
...
After Wen Jie left, Jiang Tingxu had realized Mo Boyuan had gotten off the bed.
“What’s wrong? Is Ranzhi back?” he asked.
“Yes. Old Madam Gu had passed away, according to Auntie Wen. She’d mentioned that Ranzhi wasn’t doing so well, so we might not be going back tonight yet.”