She desperately propped herself up, and Lin Xinlan supported her, cushioning her back with a pillow.
Gazing at her emotionally, she composed herself, then wept:
"They say Shaoze was part of the black society, that during a transaction with someone, a dispute broke out and both sides opened fire on each other, and he was killed too, his body fell into the sea and couldn’t be found.
You don’t know, when I heard this, I had thoughts of dying!
How could Shaoze be part of the black society? He clearly had Shengjue; why would he commit crimes? He wasn’t short of money, so why would he deal with the black society?
But they said that it was indeed him, his blood was at the scene, he truly got shot, fell into the sea, and they’ve been unable to find him ever since.
Xinlan, do you know how much my heart hurts, how I wish the person who had died was me! These past few days, I haven’t dared to close my eyes; the moment I do, I see him covered in blood in my mind.
Xinlan, do you understand the feelings of a mother? My heart is in so much pain, and I’m so afraid that Shaoze really is in trouble..."
Lin Xinlan held her hands, tears also in her eyes.
She was a mother too; of course, she understood the heart-wrenching pain when one’s own child is in danger,
And that sentiment of wishing the sufferer was oneself, not one’s own child.
"Madam, please don’t be too sad, Rong Shaoze isn’t dead. Others might think he’s gone, but we can’t. As long as we firmly believe he’s still alive, then he must be!"
Aside from incessantly assuring Rong’s mother that Rong Shaoze was still alive, she could say nothing else.
She couldn’t tell Rong’s mother that it was Rong Mingyan who had harmed Shaoze.
Nor could she reveal that, when Shaoze plunged into the sea, he was guarded by two underlings.
His brothers risked their lives to protect him; he couldn’t have died so easily.
Rong’s mother nodded with certainty, determination shining in her eyes: "Yes, I must believe that he’s still alive. I know my son; he is the strongest. He wouldn’t die so easily!"
Seeing her rallied spirit, Lin Xinlan couldn’t help but smile.
"Xinlan," Rong’s mother said with a grateful smile, "Thank you. If it weren’t for you, I would have sunk into despair. You’ve given me hope, given me confidence."
"Madam, actually, it’s Rong Shaoze who gave me confidence. Because he is Rong Shaoze, that’s why I believe in him!"
Rong’s mother paused, then nodded in agreement.
Yes, indeed, because her son was Rong Shaoze, he wouldn’t be easily defeated, and they would have faith in him.
Grasping Lin Xinlan’s hand, she said with emotion, "I’m his mother, and I don’t believe in him as much as you do. I’m truly ashamed. Xinlan, thank you for believing in him."
Lin Xinlan pursed her lips in silence.
If it weren’t for the great trust Rong Shaoze had placed in her, she wouldn’t so firmly believe that he had the ability to survive.
Rong Shaoze, he had earned her trust with his life, and also dissolved the hatred in her heart.
Everything between them was just beginning, how could he just die so easily...
The impact of the incident involving Rong Shaoze on his mother was so great that she didn’t inquire where Lin Xinlan had been in the past few days.
But even if she knew that Lin Xinlan had disappeared for a while, she probably wouldn’t ask her.
Because she would never link Lin Xinlan with Rong Shaoze’s affair; what’s preoccupying her mind now is solely the wellbeing of Rong Shaoze.