"Grandpa has agreed to let you move back to the old house. You’d better not act up."
No one in the hall dared to ask more, nor did they dare to make rash judgments about the Lu Family’s affairs.
After speaking, Lu Jinghan led Han Xi upstairs, opened the bedroom door, and Old Sir Lu was already awake, lying in bed on an IV drip.
"Han, Jing Han, you’re here."
Old Sir Lu saw the two of them, and couldn’t help but his eyes teared up again, his voice was also very weak.
"Grandpa, Housekeeper Li just said you fainted, we were worried and came over."
Han Xi sat down next to Old Sir Lu, looking at him with a bit of heartache.
Lu Jinghan asked Doctor Liu about Old Sir Lu’s condition. Doctor Liu said the old man fainted from excessive sadness. After all, he’s old, and his body isn’t as strong as it used to be, so it’s best to avoid getting emotional or agitated.
"Jing Han, grandpa knows you’re angry that I agreed to let the three of them move back, but your second uncle is gone after all. This is his last wish, and grandpa has no choice."
Lu Jinghan didn’t want to upset Old Sir Lu at this moment, worried that his body couldn’t take it: "Let them move back if they want. As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters. Housekeeper Li just said you didn’t have lunch."
It’s not that Old Sir Lu didn’t want to eat, he just couldn’t bear it. Seeing Lu Qing An’s portrait made him feel sad. He only had two sons, both now gone, how could the old man bear it?
Han Xi helped Old Sir Lu cover with the blanket: "Grandpa, I’ll go to the kitchen and make you some noodles. Have a little, otherwise, your body won’t be able to take it."
"You stay with grandpa in the room, I’ll go instruct the kitchen to make a bowl of noodles."
Lu Jinghan could hardly let Han Xi go cook, also worried that those three outside would cause trouble upon seeing Han Xi.
Han Xi nodded. Before Lu Jinghan could leave, Ji Qing came in carrying food: "Dad, you didn’t have lunch, I just had the kitchen make something you like."
"Just put it there," Old Sir Lu pointed at the bedside cabinet, indicating for her to put the food on the table.
Ji Qing put the food on the table, then turned and knelt in front of Lu Jinghan once more: "Dad, today I’m formally apologizing to Jing Han in front of you, hoping he can forgive us and let go of the past."
Lu Jinghan looked down at Ji Qing, a faint cold smile at the corners of his mouth, like a millennium cold pool: "What if I don’t forgive?"
"Jing Han, your second uncle is gone. I just want us to get along as a family."
Ji Qing’s eyes, reddened by tears, looked pitiable to anyone.
At this moment, Old Sir Lu couldn’t say much. Agreeing to let the three of them move into the old house already made Lu Jinghan very uncomfortable. If Old Sir Lu asked him now to forgive Lu Qing An’s family, it would be too much to ask.
Lu Jinghan sat down on the sofa with both hands in his pockets, his inscrutable eyes piercing: "Didn’t you already kneel outside earlier? Didn’t I make myself clear? Or did you just want to play the victim in front of grandpa?"
"Jing Han, you misunderstood me. I just want our family to get along in the future."
"Put away your little schemes; I know exactly what you’re thinking. Don’t waste the opportunity Lu Qing An has bought with his life. Don’t act up."