coobybook Chapter 517 Lei'er is dead
Chapter 517 Lei'er is dead
In the cozy and elegant restaurant of Goldsmith Bay Villa, the warm yellow crystal chandelier casts soft light unreservedly, creating a comfortable and warm atmosphere for the entire space.
There are several artistic paintings with profound artistic conception hanging on the walls, which complement the exquisite wooden wall panels around them, adding a touch of artistic atmosphere to the warmth of the restaurant.
The old lady sat in the main seat with her back straight. Although she had experienced the vicissitudes of life and her face was covered with fine wrinkles, as if they had been carefully carved by time, her eyes revealed a majestic light without anger, showing the demeanor of the head of the family.
She was wearing a simple yet textured Chinese cheongsam, which was embroidered with elegant orchids, and every stitch and thread revealed exquisiteness.
A simple jade hairpin was pinned to her bun, and the warm sheen of the hairpin set off her face. Her every move exuded an elegant temperament that had been honed over the years.
Mu Xiaoji sat on the right side of the old lady. He was wearing a casual yet sophisticated shirt with his collar slightly open, revealing his well-defined collarbone.
He has a tall and straight figure like a pine tree, a handsome face with clear features, and his eyes reveal the vigor and sharpness unique to young people.
While smiling and talking softly to the old lady, he opened the napkin and spread it on the grandmother's legs. His thoughtful gesture made people feel warm and happy.
When he spoke, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he was still quiet and graceful, his voice was low and magnetic, and every word seemed to carry a heart-warming warmth.
Cui Jiani and Youyou Kelaiweiler sat behind Jiang Shuo. Cui Jiani's neat long hair swayed playfully with her movements, as if it had its own life.
She was happily sharing the delicious food in front of her with Youyou Coleweller, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She looked at the old lady from time to time with a bright smile on her face.
The chef prepared a dish of duck in black bean sauce, gently placed it on the table, and announced the name of the dish: "Old lady, duck in black bean sauce, please try it and see if it suits your taste."
The old lady greeted, "Hey, it looks very tempting, everyone, please feel free to try it together."
Song Lan thoughtfully helped the old lady pick up a piece and put it on the plate. Then everyone followed the old lady's instructions and started to use their chopsticks.
Youyou was wearing a simple and fashionable dress, the cut of the dress was just right, highlighting her elegant figure.
Coleville, dressed in a neat suit, was a gentleman who helped Youyou pick up dishes and add soup, which was very considerate.
She sat there gracefully, listening carefully to everyone's conversation, nodding slightly, occasionally smoothing her hair by her ears with her hands, her eyes full of smiles.
Her movements were gentle and natural, and her every move showed good upbringing.
Song Lan sat on the left side of the old lady, with a gentle face and a smile on her face. The black lace dress she wore was fresh and elegant, like a blooming orchid.
She served the dishes to the old lady gently and skillfully. Every move she made was full of care and concern, showing her gentleness and virtue.
Her fingers were slender and flexible. She gently picked up the dishes and placed them on the old lady's plate, reminding her to be careful of the heat. "Mom, this fish soup is quite delicious. Try it."
"Oh, okay, okay, let me try it." The old lady was cheerful, just like a kind-hearted Bodhisattva.
"Mom, I've peeled the shrimp for you. Come and eat the shrimp. There are also garlic pork ribs. They taste best when eaten hot."
Song Lan put it in front of the old lady as she spoke, her voice soft and sweet, like a clear spring in the mountains.
The old lady smiled and said, "Grandson, my stomach is not feeling well right now. You can eat these. I like watching you eat. Open your mouth and I will feed you."
Mu Xiaoji was flattered and said, "Grandma, please eat it. Auntie peeled it for you. Please eat it. Shrimp and fish are foods that dilute blood lipids. You should eat more."
"You little rascal, are you disobedient?" the old lady pretended to be angry, but there was still a smile on her face and her eyes were full of doting.
Mu Xiaoji had no choice but to move closer to grandma and open his mouth to take the shrimp. He said politely: "Well, thank you grandma, it tastes good."
"Another bite of fish," the old lady urged.
Mu Xiaoji opened his mouth and continued, "Grandma, I'll do it myself, you eat it while it's hot."
"Haha, have some soup, it's delicious."
"Grandma, I have one myself." Before he could finish his words, the old lady brought it to his mouth. Mu Xiaoji accidentally burned his mouth, a painful expression appeared on his face, and he frowned subconsciously.
The old lady's face changed instantly, and she nervously held a handkerchief under her cheongsam armpit to wipe Mu Xiaoji's mouth.
"Ouch, grandson, you're scalded. Grandma is really old and confused. I gave you the drink before I blew it cool. Come here and let grandma take a look. How are you hurt?"
Mu Xiaoji took a tissue and waved his hand, saying, "Grandma, it's okay. I can eat by myself."
The old lady said with a distressed look on her face: "Hey, where is Xiaoyue? Ask Xiaoyue to help you serve the dishes, she is the most attentive!" As she spoke, Xiaoyue took Jiang Shuo's little hand and walked over.
Jiang Shuo jumped up to the old lady and shouted in a childish voice, "Grandma, it's so lively with the whole family together. Are you particularly happy today?"
The old lady smiled and said, "Yes, I am very happy today! Seeing you all around me, I am so happy! Come, have some shrimp."
Jiang Shuo opened his mouth and took some food in his mouth, saying politely, "Thank you, grandma. Today's dishes are so delicious. Grandma, I want some more ribs."
The old lady couldn't stop smiling and said, "Okay, another bite of pork ribs. Our stinky baby is the best."
Mu Xiaoji covered his mouth and said, "Jiang Shuo, come and sit in your seat and eat by yourself."
Jiang Shuo said coquettishly: "I don't, I just like my grandma to feed me."
The old lady picked up the black bean duck from the plate and said coquettishly, "Okay, grandma, feed Choubao. Choubao is growing, so he should eat more meat."
When Song Lan saw this scene, her face turned dark and she looked at Mu Xiaoji and Jiang Shuo coldly. Her eyes were full of jealousy and dissatisfaction, and her hands clenched unconsciously, her nails digging into her palms.
When the old lady saw Xiao Yue, she said, "Xiao Yue, you are very quick and nimble. It is inconvenient for him to serve the food to the young master. Please help grandma to ask him to eat more. He is as skinny as a little chicken."
Song Lan asked unhappily, "Mom, I've been here for many days, but you haven't asked Lei'er about it. Aren't you too partial? Lei'er is your grandson after all."
The old lady said in a daze, "Is it that little bastard who knows how to get into trouble all day long? Oh, it gives me a headache just thinking about it. He didn't come to the dinner party today, so I have peace and quiet here."
Song Shijie originally picked up some food for Shen Rou, and everyone was eating in harmony. The old lady's honest words completely angered Song Lan.
She stood up suddenly, pointed at Mu Xiaoji and Jiang Shuo and said angrily: "He is a cripple, a bastard with unknown origins, and he has become your precious baby!"
The old lady was holding a bowl of fish soup, preparing to feed Jiang Shuo, but was frightened by Song Lan's sudden action and dropped it to the ground, breaking it into pieces.
The old lady said in a scolding tone: "My dear, I haven't seen you for many years. This time I came back and I felt that you were a different person. We were having a good dinner together, why did you lose your temper? You are making a fool of yourself."
Song Lan's tears flowed out of her eyes, and she shouted at the old lady at the top of her lungs: "Mom, Lei'er is dead, he's dead, he won't make you a headache anymore! Are you satisfied?"
Song Shijie stood up in surprise, looked at Song Lan in astonishment and said, "Nie Lei is dead? How could that be?"
Song Lan turned to look at Song Shijie and angrily said, "And you, how can you be so cold-blooded? You are Lei'er's uncle, how can you send him to jail? If you weren't so cold-blooded, would he have died in jail?"
Song Shijie explained tremblingly: "It wasn't me, I didn't do that."
Song Lan said in despair: "Brother, you really disappoint me. I only have Lei'er as a child, but you didn't let him go.
Even when Zhenhai diligently helps you run the company, you are still wary of him. Who do you trust? Lao Rong? He is your brother who has been through life and death with you, right? "
The old lady said with a distressed look on her face: "Xiao Lan, your brother is not that kind of person. You must have misunderstood him."
Song Lan said heartbrokenly: “Mom, do you know that when I learned that Zhenhai and Lei’er were arrested and couldn’t return home;
How did you survive that desperate situation? At first, you didn’t reply to my telegrams. I even doubted whether I was your daughter.
"Xiao Lan, Mom may not care about you enough. It's Mom's fault, but your brother has definitely never let Lei'er and Zhenhai down."
Xiao Yue stepped forward and explained: "Miss, during the time when grandma and I were in Sanya, we didn't receive any telegrams or letters. It might be a problem with the courier company. Grandma didn't stop caring about you."
Song Lan's eyes were bloodshot, and she scolded, "Shut up, do you have the right to speak here?"
Jiang Shuo hurriedly approached Xiao Yue, hugged her waist tightly, and gave her a little comfort. Xiao Yue lowered her head and hugged Jiang Shuo tightly, and stopped interrupting.
Song Lan sneered angrily: "Hmph... Since a girl is married and like water spilled, I will just stay here. There is no point!" After saying that, she stood up and strode towards the door.
Song Shijie pulled Song Lan's arm and said, "Xiao Lan, calm down and let me explain to you."
"What's there to explain? Can you bring my Lei'er back? Can you bring back everything I lost?" After saying that, he broke free from the restraints of his arms and left resolutely.
Mu Xiaoji pressed his burned lips with a tissue, and looked at Song Lan's back as she left angrily with everyone else with complicated and helpless looks.
For a moment, Mu Xiaoji seemed to see the woman in his dream in his mind, the figure at the end of the corridor, so similar.
There was a hint of doubt and thought in his eyes, as if he was analyzing the strange things that had happened during this period of time. His brows were slightly furrowed and he fell into deep thought.