Chapter 743: Why Do Good People Live Short Lives?
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The man was the cause of his mother’s mental breakdown and his grandma’s death.
Why do good people live short lives, while the villains live forever?
Huo Zhenning covered his face with his hands and sobbed like a child.
Lu Zhaoyang could not bear to watch. She looked away, but could not find anything to say to Huo Yunting.
She did not know the details of what transpired that night, but it was not difficult to guess.
If she was in this situation, she would not be able to forgive the other person so easily either.
She knew how much old Mrs Huo loved Huo Yunting and how much the latter loved and respected his grandmother too.
Old Mrs Huo’s passing would cause the deepest pain in her grandson.
No acts of consolation would help. In the end, Lu Zhaoyang merely stood quietly by his side.
…
(Three days later.)
Old Mrs Huo was buried at the Huo family cemetery.
Many people came to see her one last time. After the ceremonies were over, they took their leave, one by one.
Huo Yunting stood by the tombstone and stared at his grandmother’s photo. His face was white as a sheet while his bloodshot eyes looked dull and unfocused.
Lu Zhaoyang came to stand beside him.
Huo Yunting did not seem to register her presence. His vision turned murky as he recalled the way his grandmother always smiled at him.
Suddenly, the photo on the tombstone seemed to be smiling at him and calling his name.
“Yunting…”
“I’m here, grandma.”
He replied without thinking.
“…”
Lu Zhaoyang burst into tears and buried her face in her hands.
The hope in his eyes vanished as he shook his head and smiled mockingly at himself.
He had forgotten.
Grandma was gone.
They stood by the tombstone until the sky turned dark. Finally, Huo Yunting dragged his tired body back to the old family house.
He stayed alone in the study for the entire night.
The next day, when he regained some measure of composure, he gathered Huo Li and Lu Zhaoyang to join him and go back to the city. There, he dived straight into work.
At night, when his son came home from school and did not see his father, he asked curiously, “Yangyang, where is daddy?”
He looked up at his mother and asked innocently.
“Your dad is…” Lu Zhaoyang found it difficult to explain. “Your great grandma has passed away, so he is feeling under the weather.”
The boy tilted his head. “Passed away means she is sleeping underground and never eating and drinking again, right? Poor great grandma.”
He was still too young to comprehend the meaning of death.
“…”
His childish ideas did not lighten Lu Zhaoyang’s mood. She stroked her son’s hair and suddenly realized that the man currently hiding in the study had not eaten anything that day. It worried her.
“Xuxu, I’m going to prepare something in the kitchen, then you’re going to help me take it to daddy. If he says he doesn’t feel like eating, then you must think of a way to make sure he does, alright?”
She had sent lunch to Huo Yunting earlier at work, but he had merely tasted a few mouthfuls before ignoring the rest of his meal. She did not know how to make him eat, but their son might.
“Okay, but don’t forget about me, Yangyang, I’m starving…”
“Of course.”
Lu Zhaoyang whipped up an omelette rice and seafood soup. She then brought the dishes to the study before handing them over to her son.
“Be careful.”
“Okay!”
She knocked on the door. When she heard footsteps approaching, she quickly hid away.
Huo Yunting opened the door and saw his cute little boy standing outside. The sight took him by surprise.
The boy raised the tray of dishes up high.
“Time to eat, daddy!”