Chapter 682: The Aftermath (4)

Su Ran found that her messing around made Wu Shuang feel a little better, so she put away the unhappiness in her heart and returned to her usual self.

Wushuang felt warm in her heart. There was nothing she could do about her uncle's early death. She was lucky in this life to have a husband like Mu Jinchen, a best friend like Su Ran, and so many people who loved her so much that she should have no regrets.

No one's life can always be smooth, or a life without regrets is not a complete life. Although such regrets are very painful, you must force yourself to accept that the deceased is gone, and the living should be stronger. .

After a sad day and night, and a fire, I felt a lot clearer.

Since Su Ran intended to divert her sadness, she had no choice but to accept her intention, "Do you think Jun Xiang will get tired of it?"

"Tired, Ms. Cheng tricked me and sold me before I was even born. I get fed up when I see him."

It's Su Ran's specialty to tell the truth, especially when it comes to Jun Xiang.

Wushuang was not in the mood to continue, and still couldn't cheer up.

Su Ran took a few bites of fried noodles and white porridge, then put down her chopsticks and took Wu Shuang's hand, "Let's go, you'd better go to the room and rest. Mu Jinchen asked me to keep a good eye on you."

Wushuang stood up and walked to the screen. When he saw Xia Jinrong's fishing gear lying aside, his eyes darkened.

"Ran Ran, my uncle has been separated from his wife and children, and now his death is unknown. I really feel sad."

Before Su Ran had time to answer, she heard the old housekeeper seeming to be arguing with someone in the corridor, "You'd better leave. Don't make it difficult for me. I said I don't want you to step in again."

Then a hoarse and sad female voice came over, "Get out of the way, I want to go in and see grandpa."

"But……"

Wushuang and Su Ran recognized such a recognizable voice, even if it was extremely hoarse, and looked at each other.

Su Ran snorted coldly, "Xia Ziwei? She actually has the nerve to come back to Xia Garden."

Wushuang didn't want to cause too much trouble. Although Xia Jingshan broke away from her in the newspaper when he was angry, she was a member of the Xia family after all. The Xia family was already thin, and now Xia Jinrong was gone...

After all, she was a member of the Xia family, so she had to pay her respects during the funeral. Her grandfather probably didn't want her uncle to see her off without a daughter.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the old housekeeper retreating to the door.

Wushuang said, "Let her come in."

When the old housekeeper heard Wu Shuang's voice, he sighed softly, seemingly relieved, but also helpless.

The wind and rain outside continued, and amid the lightning and thunder, Xia Ziwei, who was in a mess, had her makeup on her face completely gone, her hair was wet and scattered on her wrinkled professional suit, and even the black clothes on her feet I don’t know when my stockings got scratched...

This was the first time that Su Ran saw Xia Ziwei in such a miserable state, and she was stunned for a moment and didn't speak.

In her words, it was like filming a ghost movie without having to put on makeup.

Xia Ziwei glanced coldly at the two women holding hands and said nothing. Instead, she asked the housekeeper beside her, "Where's grandpa?"

The old housekeeper did not answer her question and glanced at Jing Wushuang.

"Why, has Xia Yuan changed his surname to Jing?"

Su Ran was about to speak when Wu Shuang raised his hand to stop her and stared into her red and swollen eyes. Her father passed away and she was crying like this, which showed her sincerity, "What are you doing here?"