Rong’s mother and Rong Guangguo both fainted and were rushed to the hospital for resuscitation.
Thankfully, they had only passed out and were in no other danger.
Rong Guangguo woke up first. When Shaoze went to visit him, he lay in bed and said weakly to him, "Take good care of your mother, and handle your father’s funeral well."
"I understand, Grandfather," Shaoze said in a low voice, his face devoid of any expression.
Rong Guangguo closed his eyes tiredly, a tear sliding down from the corner of his eye.
Shaoze’s eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly said, "Grandfather, please also take good care of yourself."
"I know, don’t worry, I’ll be fine." If such a blow could take him down, he would have collapsed a long time ago.
Xinlan stayed by Rong’s mother’s side, looking at the slight disarray in her hair, she reached out to tidy it a bit for her.
Rong’s mother had always been proud and strong, never seen in such a disheveled state before.
Tears smeared her face, her eyebrows deeply furrowed, her usually well-maintained delicate face was pale as paper, not at all like Madame Rong’s usual poise.
The death of Old Master Rong had indeed been a great shock to her, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been so heartbroken.
When Shaoze walked in and saw Xinlan gently wiping his mother’s face with a tissue, the sorrow in his heart warmed slightly.
The darkness in his eyes brightened a little, not so oppressive anymore.
He stepped forward and grasped her shoulders. Xinlan looked up and met his gaze, he gave her a grateful smile, "Thank you for taking care of my mother."
This was the first time he had been so polite to her, and she felt very uncomfortable with it.
"How’s Grandfather?" she asked softly.
"Grandfather has awakened; he’s all right. Don’t worry, Grandfather is very strong and won’t be easily defeated." He was more worried about his mother.
She loved her father so much; it was unknown how much his death would affect her.
Seeing the slight frown on his brow, Xinlan knew what he was thinking and said, "When Madame wakes up, you should spend more time with her. Don’t worry too much, I can tell that Madame is strong, not as frail as you think."
Shaoze nodded, hoping that would be the case.
After Rong’s mother woke up, she indeed wasn’t too distressed, not because she wasn’t sad, but because she didn’t want to show it.
Having been proud out of habit, she would cry only in secret, away from people’s eyes, never letting herself lose composure in public.
Moreover, she still had the energy to help Shaoze prepare for his father’s funeral.
Due to his father’s special status, the funeral rites would last for seven days before cremation and burial.
During these seven days, many people would come to pay their respects.
Shaoze had to keep vigil every day, and since outsiders were unaware of Xinlan’s divorce from him, she had to stay by his side to receive the visitors’ condolences.
Four days had now passed. During these days, Rong’s mother barely ate and would stand in front of the memorial hall for several hours each day.
In no time, she had lost a lot of weight and her complexion grew so pale it was frightening to behold.
Today, there weren’t many visitors. Shaoze persuaded her to rest.
She couldn’t hold up any longer and allowed the old butler to help her to her room to sleep for a while.
Xinlan stepped forward and tugged at his sleeve. He turned his head to look at her, and she could see the bloodshot in his eyes and the unshrouded fatigue.
"You shouldn’t just tell Madame to rest, you need to go rest too."
He had yet to recover from his gunshot wound when he was hit by the shock of his father’s death, and now he was working tirelessly day and night for the funeral. Even if he were made of iron, he couldn’t hold up.