The little one took his eyes off the TV and as soon as he looked at the phone, his dark pupils lit up with excitement: "Mom and Dad, Meng Meng misses you."
The little one took the phone and couldn’t help but kiss the screen.
Shen Qiong missed this little girl so much she could die. Originally, she wanted her to go back to the United States with Zhuang Lian, but she refused to leave, insisting on staying with her brother and sister.
"Meng Meng, Mommy and Daddy will come to accompany you tomorrow. You have to behave when you’re with your sister, no being naughty."
"I know, Mommy. Remember to bring my piggy bank when you come tomorrow. I want to buy a gift for my little nephew." The little one spoke with perfect diction, sounding very serious.
Hearing Song Mengmeng say this, Han Xi smiled and gently rubbed her head, truly looking like an aunt.
After chatting with Shen Qiong for a while, Song Mengmeng handed the phone to Han Xi. Han Xi looked at the phone screen, hesitated for a few seconds, and then decided to tell them what happened today.
After Han Xi finished speaking, Shen Qiong and Song Mingyuan were both terrified but relieved that nothing bad ultimately happened.
"I’m sorry, Aunt Shen. I didn’t take good care of Mengmeng," Han Xi said apologetically.
Shen Qiong didn’t intend to blame Han Xi at all. She knew that Han Xi and Song Yan genuinely cared for Mengmeng; otherwise, Song Mengmeng wouldn’t be so attached to them.
"Xiao Xi, it’s not your fault for this. As long as Mengmeng is okay now, that’s all that matters. Please don’t blame yourself; nobody wanted something like that to happen."
"Thank you, Aunt."
Even though Shen Qiong said this, Han Xi still felt it was her fault for bringing trouble to Mengmeng, making her suffer unnecessarily.
They chatted for a few more minutes before ending the video call. Han Xi placed the phone on the sofa and went to the kitchen to prepare some fruit for the little one.
In the upstairs study, Lu Jinghan hung up the phone with a dark expression, his cigarette-encircled fingers pressed against the large glass window.
Old Sir Lu had just called to say that Lu Jinghan’s second uncle, Lu Qing An, had committed suicide in prison. Before his death, he had begged Old Master Lu to bring Ji Qing and her two children back to the Lu Family’s old house and to protect them for the rest of their lives. He lamented his guilt towards his older brother and sister-in-law and that he was now going to the underworld to apologize.
Although Old Master Lu resented this disappointing son, no matter what mistakes he had made, now that he was gone, Old Master Lu only wanted to fulfill his last wishes.
Old Sir Lu was already on his way to the prison, and Ji Qing and Lu Jingchen were also rushing there.
When they saw Lu Qing An’s body, Old Master Lu almost fainted. No matter how angry he had been before, seeing Lu Qing An lying there coldly, his heart ached unbearably.
After all, he was his flesh and blood. How could Old Master Lu be indifferent?
Ji Qing and her two children knelt beside Lu Qing An’s body, crying loudly: "Why did you leave us? What are we supposed to do now? Qing An...."
Ji Qing, devastated, looked at Lu Qing An, her makeup smudged from crying: "Please, open your eyes. We’ll surely be bullied as orphans and widows. Please come back."
Lu Jingwei and Lu Jingchen crawled on their knees to Old Master Lu, crying and pleading: "Grandpa, Dad is gone. Can we go home? We don’t want to wander outside anymore."