What a load of nonsense that theory is! As long as I love you and you love me, that’s enough. What do others think, and how does that concern us!
Just because she loves me, goes crazy for me, am I supposed to love her back?!
Xinlan, even if there was a mistake, it was my fault. I don’t care about it, so you shouldn’t care either!"
"Rong Shaoze, do you know? Du Ruoxin could very well go insane..." she said softly.
Her feminine intuition told her that Du Ruoxin wouldn’t be able to handle the emotional blow and would suffer a mental breakdown.
The man scoffed with indifference: "So what if she does? Are you expecting me to marry her?"
"No..." She quickly shook her head.
"There, you have your answer. If she can’t let go, all the worrying you do is for nothing. And if you can’t let go either, then I’ll just give my life to her! That should settle any debt I owe her completely!"
"No way!" Lin Xinlan was frightened by his words and hastily covered his mouth with her hand.
Her expression tense, she said, "Don’t you do anything foolish. I will stop overthinking, really stop."
The man held her hand and kissed it tenderly: "Really?"
Satisfied, he finally smiled and bent down to kiss her lips.
Lin Xinlan leaned against the chair, her eyes gently closed, breathing heavily.
As Rong Shaoze kissed her, he murmured low: "Xinlan, I want you to be happy. Leave all the troublesome matters to me to handle; you don’t need to think about anything... If we’ve done anything wrong and the heavens decide to punish us, let it punish me alone..."
"Don’t... I want to share the burden with you..." Lin Xinlan clasped his neck tightly, kissing him fearfully.
The last time something happened to Rong Shaoze, it left an indelible shadow on her heart.
She didn’t want him to suffer any harm, not even in words.
He was about to say something when his cellphone suddenly rang.
Lin Xinlan reluctantly let him go and gently pushed his body away.
The call was from home. Rong Shaoze picked up and, upon hearing what the servant had to say, his expression changed drastically.
"What happened?" Lin Xinlan asked with concern.
The man’s lips thinned and in a low voice, he said, "Grandfather has passed away..."
"What?!" Lin Xinlan’s eyes widened with shock.
Rong Guangguo died a natural death, passing away peacefully in his sleep without any suffering.
Despite this, his departure still cast a somber shadow over the Rong family.
Xiaocong was the first to discover Rong Guangguo’s death.
After Lin Xinlan and the others returned, he clung to Lin Xinlan, crying, and wouldn’t let go of her hand for anything.
Thinking he was grieving, Lin Xinlan comforted him and once his emotions had stabilised a bit, she began to soothe him, hoping he’d stop having wild thoughts.
However, during the subsequent days of the funeral, Xiaocong was inseparable from her. Wherever she went, he followed.
At night, he even insisted on sleeping with her.
Understanding his feelings, Lin Xinlan thought perhaps he was still frightened, so she accompanied him to bed every night, comforting and advising him, hoping he wouldn’t think too much.
Apart from sticking close to her and becoming much more silent than before, Xiaocong didn’t exhibit any other unusual behaviors.
As the whole family was busy with the funeral arrangements, no one paid him too much attention.
Lady Du and Lord Du came to pay their respects to Rong Guangguo and, upon seeing the little boy beside Lin Xinlan and noting his striking resemblance to Rong Shaoze, both were taken aback.
What was his relationship to Rong Shaoze?
They quietly inquired with the Rong family’s servants and found out that the young boy was the child of Lin Xinlan and Rong Shaoze.