Chapter 532 Choosing a Tomb

As expected, Xia Ling didn't notice that Lan Hua had been transferred.

Her life was busy but peaceful. She tortured each other with Wei Shaoyin in the recording studio every day. When she got home, she ate delicious meals cooked by Li Lei himself, surrounded by Er Mao and Mao Dumplings, and the years were peaceful.

Only sometimes, I have nightmares.

I dreamed of a little baby abandoned in a garbage dump, buried under countless rubbish, and smashed into pulp. Even his cry was too weak to bear a blow. In the middle of the night, she often woke up crying.

Whenever this happens, Li Lei hugs her, pats her back gently, and comforts her softly: "Xiao Ling, everything is over. I know you are sad. I will always be with you."

Her eyes were filled with tears: "It's not over yet. I haven't been able to properly send my child off for the last journey." Unlike her glamorous appearance under the spotlight during the day, she missed her beloved son heartbrokenly and felt as if she was about to collapse. . What a cunning fate, her child died when he was just a hundred days old. If he could hold on for a month, even just one month... Li Lei would have defeated the emperor and rescued their mother and son.

She curled up and read the child's name, crying miserably.

Li Lei had no choice but to stay with her for a long time.

Xia Ling regretted that she was hospitalized with an abdominal injury when her child died. She did not go to the scene of the incident or even see his little body turn into a handful of ashes. He was so young, would he be scared when he was sent into the incinerator alone? Will you cry and want your mother?

Thinking of this, her tears fell again.

"Shall I accompany you to see him?" Li Lei asked. He didn't know where the child's ashes were placed, and planned to order someone to check with the Pei family.

Xia Ling shook her head slightly, "He hasn't been buried yet." The child was cremated in a hurry, and then Tianyi attacked the emperor violently. Pei Ziheng was too busy parrying to pay attention to the funeral of the child named after him. And her wounds never healed, and she didn't have the strength to deal with all these things.

It was actually dragged down.

"In the days just after I was discharged from the hospital, I chose an auspicious day for him," Xia Ling said. "In just half a month, he can be laid to rest. I... want to hold a proper funeral for him."

Li Lei asked softly: "Has the tomb been selected?"

Xia Ling said: "Pei...he chooses." Although he is not Pei Ziheng's biological child, he does not allow her to interfere in the choice of the tomb. The Pei family is a wealthy family and has a lot of emphasis on Feng Shui. Although children who died young cannot be buried in ancestral graves after death, they must also find a grave that will not conflict with the family's fortune.

The Pei family has its own tomb selector, and he makes all the decisions.

Li Lei also came from a wealthy family, and since his grandfather believed this, he was more or less aware of Pei Ziheng's taboos. "Time is running out. He should have chosen a cemetery. Xiao Ling, let me ask him for you."

Xia Ling originally didn't want him to intervene, but then she thought about it. He was the child's biological father, but he would never know the child's life experience. Maybe this intervention was the only thing he could do to help the child, so she agreed. Li Lei went to negotiate with Pei Ziheng, but it didn't go well. Pei Ziheng looked at him coldly: "Tell Xiao Ling to do it yourself."

Li Lei was displeased: "She is very sad and exhausted."

"Exhausted mentally and physically?" Pei Ziheng's voice was low, "I looked at her recent news. She was recording songs and doing interviews. Where are you exhausted?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, which made Li Lei feel angry: "You don't deserve to love Xiao Ling." Xiao Ling is such a proud person, how could she write real sadness on her face? She didn't want to be laughed at, and she didn't want to be tricked. Only when she dreamed at midnight, she was tortured inch by inch by the nightmare, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't control herself.

Pei Ziheng heard the implication of his words, and his expression became even colder: "Either ask her to ask her own questions, or get out." My Pei family's children are buried, and it is not the turn of an outsider to point fingers. He looked at the biological father of the child in front of him, but he was as aloof and cold as if he was the biological father. The man's pride did not allow him to reveal the truth to Li Lei. Instead, he said, "She was the child born for me."

Li Lei was stabbed in his fatal spot. He clenched his fists and watched Pei Ziheng walk away.

When she returned home, Xia Ling greeted her: "How was it?"

Looking at the anxiety in the corners of her eyes and brows, Li Lei said, "He refuses to talk to me. Xiao Ling, he wants you to go alone."

Xia Ling didn't expect such a result, but after thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable. Pei Ziheng was so domineering and would not allow others to disobey his will in anything. The child's innocent face appeared in front of her eyes. She Weiwei closed her eyes and said softly: "Okay, I'll go by myself."

"I'll give it to you." Li Lei said.

The modified off-road vehicle with superb performance drove to the door of Pei Ziheng's villa and stopped.

Returning here again, Xia Ling felt like she was in another world, looking at the beautiful red brick wall, ivy and roses, the scenery was familiar yet unfamiliar. Zhou Ma greeted her at the door of the villa: "Madam, no, Miss Ye, you are here. Sir is waiting for you in the house, please come with me."

Li Lei was about to follow him in.

Zhou Ma stopped him: "Mr. Li, our husband has said that you are not welcome."

Li Lei frowned and looked at Xia Ling worriedly. Xia Ling was not surprised by Pei Ziheng's attitude, but she did not give up. She said to Zhou's mother, "Please let him in. I want to listen to him about choosing a grave for the child to bury."

Zhou's mother had already guessed that Li Lei was the child's biological father, and felt that he was pitiful because his own child could not participate in the burial discussion after his death. However, the husband is even more pitiful. He has helped raise his wife and children for more than a year in vain, but in the end, everything is gone and the building is empty.

She could no longer let the loving couple in front of her go in and stimulate her husband's sensitive nerves.

Zhou Ma insisted: "You can only go in alone, Miss Ye."

"I'll wait for you outside." Li Lei said in a very gentle voice, "If you need anything, just call me." Today, she came to learn about the burial of her child with a painful heart. There was no need to spend time in these small Disputes over issues will only add a lot of unhappiness and twists and turns. Although Li Lei didn't like waiting outside, he had no choice but to sacrifice.

Xia Ling looked at him hesitantly.

"Go ahead." He smiled reassuringly at her.

Xia Ling then turned around and followed Zhou's mother in with some uncertainty.

Pass through the living room on the first floor and go to the study on the second floor. Pei Ziheng was in his study. There was a sand table placed on the long thick rosewood table. On the sand table was a map of a cemetery, with mountains, rivers, and directions marked on it. He is sitting behind this sand table. When he saw Xia Ling walking in, his voice was low and hoarse: "Xiao Ling."

She stood upright in front of him, her back slightly tensed, and she looked a little wary.

"We meet again." There was an inexplicable meaning in his voice.