Chapter 532: Choose a tomb
Chapter 532 Choosing a tomb
As expected, Xia Ling didn’t notice that the orchids had been packaged.
Her life was busy but peaceful. She tortured each other with Wei Shaoyin in the recording studio every day. When she got home, she would eat delicious meals cooked by Li Lei himself, surrounded by Er Mao and Mao Dumplings, and the years would be peaceful.
Only sometimes, I have nightmares.
Dream of a little baby abandoned in a garbage dump, buried under countless garbage, smashed into pulp, and even the cry was too weak to bear a blow. In the middle of the night, she often woke up crying.
At this time, Li Lei hugged her, patted her back gently, and comforted 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 only a hundred days old. If he could persist 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 very much. When the child died, she was hospitalized with an abdominal injury. 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 about 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." This 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 after I was discharged from the hospital, I chose a good and auspicious day for him," Xia Ling said. "In just half a month, he can be buried in peace. 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 she 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, who makes all the decisions.
Li Lei was also from a wealthy family, and since his grandfather believed this, he was more or less exposed to Pei Ziheng's taboos. "Time is running out. He should have chosen a cemetery. Xiao Ling, let me ask him for you."
Xia Ling didn't want him to intervene at first, but when she thought about it, he was the child's biological father, but 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 saw her latest news, recording songs and doing interviews, so 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 can 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 it herself, or get out." My Pei family's children were buried, and it was 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, clenched his fists, and watched Pei Ziheng walk away.
When she returned home, Xia Ling came up to her and asked, "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 did not 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 send you off.” Li Lei said.
The modified off-road vehicle with superb performance drove to the door of Pei Ziheng's villa and stopped.
Coming back 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’s mother 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 she felt that he was pitiful because even if her biological child died, he could not participate in the burial discussion. 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’s mother 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, 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 places. 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.” He smiled reassuringly at her.
Xia Ling then turned around and followed Zhou’s mother in with some uncertainty.
Go through the living room on the first floor and go up 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.
(End of this chapter)