Zhou Congfang was too weak, after a strong emotional fluctuation, she fainted right away.
This caused the father and son to become flustered, but the grandmother appeared more composed, obviously this wasn’t the first time she had encountered such a situation.
"Carry her to bed, a sleep will make her better."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Dezhu picked up Zhou Congfang and walked towards the room, noticing that she was exceptionally light.
Zhao Ru Jin was about to follow when he was stopped by his grandmother grabbing his hand.
"Tell grandma, what’s this all about? Am I dreaming or have I become mentally ill like your mom as well?"
"It’s not..." Zhao Ru Jin hurriedly began to explain to his grandmother.
Just then, Zhao Dezhu also came out of the room, gently closing the door.
"Asleep?" The grandmother casually asked.
Zhao Dezhu nodded and sat down beside her.
Then, the two of them explained everything clearly to the grandmother in no time.
"I thought your mom infected me, and I got mentally ill too." the grandmother said.
"Grandma~" Zhao Ru Jin called out disapprovingly.
"Good child, your mom treats you , and you still protect her." The grandmother looked at Zhao Ru Jin with affection in her eyes.
"Mom isn’t bad, I know she does everything for my sake."
When Zhao Ru Jin said this, he glanced at Zhao Dezhu as if afraid he might think Zhou Congfang was a bad person.
"Good child...good child... why can’t you see things clearly..."
The grandmother’s old hand caressed Zhao Ru Jin’s cheek, the more sensible the child, the more she felt heartbroken.
"Grandma, I’m sorry..."
Zhao Ru Jin also felt very sorry for his grandmother, knowing it was because of him that his mom ended up and the grandmother had to endure so much hardship.
"Okay, let’s not talk about this anymore, but that master is really impressive, allowing you to be visible and walk at will, I just don’t know if you have seen your grandfather?" the grandmother asked with some expectation.
Zhao Ru Jin shook his head.
The grandmother looked annoyed at this.
"That dead old man, even after dying he wanders around, not knowing where he has gone."
"Mom, maybe dad has already reincarnated." Zhao Dezhu hurriedly comforted from the side.
"That makes sense, your dad has been dead for so long." the grandmother said.
Her expression didn’t seem sad, instead, she was smiling.
Zhao Ru Jin faintly knew some things might not be as they appear, but very sensibly chose not to say anything.
"By the way, Zhou Zhou, what would you like for lunch? Grandma will cook for you."
"Grandma, I am a ghost, I can’t eat food, you don’t need to bother."
"Yes, I forgot, but you feel just like when you were alive, that master is really impressive... I wonder if he can cure your mom’s illness... please beg him..."
Her words reminded the father and son.
They exchanged a glance, and Zhao Dezhu said: "I’ll go ask."
Although Zhao Ru Jin said he is now a ghost and cannot eat, the grandmother still prepared several dishes for lunch.
There were ribs, his grandson’s favorite, and braised duck, his son-in-law’s favorite.
"Grandma, your food is the best."
Zhao Ru Jin leaned over the table and sniffed, pulling the familiar scent into his nostrils.
"Why bring that up now..."
The grandmother turned back to the kitchen, adapting to Zhao Ru Jin’s existence faster than imagined.
Perhaps the elderly already believe that ghosts exist in this world, so after the initial surprise, she felt nothing unusual.
After serving the last pot of soup, the grandmother said: "I wonder if Congfang has woken up yet."
"I’ll go check." Zhao Dezhu stood up and gently opened the door.
Then he saw the curtains were opened, Zhou Congfang was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the sky outside the window.
Seemingly hearing the noise behind her, she seemed to wipe her face with her hand before slowly turning around, squeezing out a smile uglier than crying.
"Zhao Dezhu, you’ve come." She said, smiling.
Seeing her clear eyes, she seemed to have completely snapped out of her madness.
"You’re awake." Zhao Dezhu said.
Zhou Congfang stood up, staggered, and almost fell.
Zhao Dezhu hurriedly stepped forward to hold her.
"I’m fine." Zhou Congfang tried to shake off his hand.
"You haven’t had a drop to drink since yesterday noon, Mom has cooked lunch, you should have some soup and eat something..." Zhao Dezhu said, helping her walk outside.
Passing by the floor-length mirror, Zhou Congfang glanced at herself in the mirror with a complex expression.
Just as they stepped out of the room, they saw Zhao Ru Jin standing at the door.
Zhou Congfang’s whole body shook, her expression complicated as she looked at the boy in front of her, tears uncontrollably flowing out.
"Mom~" Zhao Ru Jin strode forward.
"Zhou Zhou, I’m sorry, it’s all Mom’s fault..." Zhou Congfang cried.
Zhao Ru Jin held her arm and said, "Mom, stop saying that, just be well, I don’t blame you..."
"Thank you." Zhou Congfang was filled with guilt.
"Mom, you’re well now." Zhao Ru Jin happily said.
Zhou Congfang nodded, as if she remembered everything that had happened recently.
"Let’s eat." Grandma quietly said.
Everyone sat around the table, Zhou Congfang picking food for Zhao Ru Jin, Zhao Dezhu serving her soup, while Zhao Ru Jin also picked ribs from his bowl for Grandma...
Time seemed to reverse, everything went back to the way it was before.
Zhao Dezhu talked about his recent circumstances.
Grandma said she had a dispute while buying groceries, was furious, but then laughed about it herself.
Zhao Ru Jin talked about the things he saw after dying, meeting many people, encountering Mr. Shen, the lovely Duoduo, mischievous Dou Dou, and the indifferent Xiao Yue... ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵
Zhou Congfang sipped her soup, listening with a smile, glancing occasionally at her son and husband.
Her consciousness was exceptionally clear right now, not at all confused.
But just then, Zhao Dezhu’s cell phone suddenly rang.
The table fell silent suddenly, everyone looking at him.
Zhao Dezhu glanced at it and hung up directly.
"Something work-related, we’ll talk about it later."
Hearing this, everyone didn’t say anything further, but just then, the phone rang again.
"Better answer it, work matters are important." Grandma said.
Zhao Dezhu thought for a moment and said, "Then I’ll answer it."
Saying so, he took his phone to the balcony.
Zhou Congfang turned her head, watching Zhao Dezhu’s back as he talked on the phone through the glass.
Zhao Ru Jin leaned forward slightly, whispering, "Mom, let me tell you, I’ve always been following Dad, I promise you, Dad doesn’t have another woman, he only loves you, he has always loved you..."
Zhou Congfang turned her head back, looked at her son, and revealed a smile.
"That goes without saying, your Dad loves me the most."
Seeing Zhou Congfang seems to have completely let go and understood, Grandma, however, furrowed her brows, feeling vaguely uneasy.
"There’s still a long time to go, live life well..." She seemed to hint at something.
Zhao Ru Jin didn’t catch it, but Zhou Congfang seemed to have understood.
Smiling towards Grandma, "Mom, you’ve had a hard time these days."
PS: There’s one more Chapter...