Han Xi understood Lu Jinghan’s concerns, but she wanted more to be there with him under such circumstances.
Lu Jinghan grasped the girl’s hand backhandedly, his thumb gently rubbing the back of her hand: "Listen, there’s a mourning hall outside, people coming and going, I’m afraid you won’t rest well."
Han Xi turned her head up, lightly gazing into his deep eyes: "I just want to be with you, don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself."
"Alright then, give Dad a call in a bit and let him know."
Lu Jinghan pushed up his sleeve, looking down at the watch on his wrist: "You stay here with Grandpa first, I’ll go down and have the kitchen prepare dinner for you."
"Okay, you go."
After Lu Jinghan left, Han Xi helped Old Sir Lu lie down: "Grandpa, you rest for a bit."
"Thank you, girl, Grandpa knows Jing Han doesn’t want to see those mother and sons three together, but Grandpa feels uneasy, just wants you all to accompany me."
Han Xi smiled and tucked the quilt around Old Sir Lu: "Don’t worry, Grandpa, we’ll stay here with you, we won’t leave."
"Good girl...."
Han Xi waited for Old Sir Lu to fall asleep before she took out her phone from her bag, tiptoeing to the balcony and dialing Song Mingyuan’s number, which was quickly answered on the other end.
"Xiao Xi, how is Old Master Lu?" Song Mingyuan asked worriedly.
Han Xi leaned against the glass window, looking out at the darkening sky as she spoke: "Grandpa is a bit weak, he wants me and Jinghan to stay here for a few days, so we might not go back for now. Dad, you and Aunt Shen stay at home, my car keys are in the bedroom’s bedside cabinet. If you need to go out, use my car, it’s more convenient."
"You two just stay there with Old Master, don’t worry about us. Maybe tomorrow Aunt Shen and I will come over to see Old Master."
Lu Jinghan’s family is also Han Xi’s family, Song Mingyuan thought they should come over.
"No need, Dad, something happened at home, it’s inconvenient for you to come. I’ll tell you later."
The complex relations in the Lu Family can’t be explained in a short time, besides, Ji Qing and others were in the hall, with so many people coming to pay respects, Han Xi really didn’t want Song Mingyuan to come.
"Alright then, you and Jinghan stay in the old residence, accompany Old Master more, older people want nothing more than their children around."
Han Xi nodded: "I understand, Dad."
After hanging up the phone, Han Xi pushed open the balcony door, walked to the bed to check the drip, tucked Old Master more securely with the quilt, and then sat on the sofa next to him.
In the hall, people coming to pay their respects had mostly left, Ji Qing, dressed in black, sat in the chair, physically and mentally exhausted, staring at Lu Qing An’s portrait as tears flowed unstoppably.
Only she knew why Lu Qing An committed suicide.
Lu Jinghan came out from the kitchen, prepared to go to the room but was stopped by Ji Qing: "Jing Han, Second Aunt truly knows she’s wrong. There’s only a few of us left by your Grandpa’s side, let’s get along well together, don’t let him be sad again, okay?"
Lu Jinghan turned around with one hand in his pocket, coldness gathering in his fathomless eyes: "Do you really think your two useless children can compete with me in the Lu Family?"
"Second Aunt never thought about having your brother and sister compete with you, we just want them to have jobs and not idle around anymore. This is also your Second Uncle’s last wish."