Yesterday afternoon, Shengge signed the inheritance rights with lawyer Gu Ji, and suddenly there were more things on hand.
As soon as she returned, she went into her study and worked remotely.
Ji Yuting brought a small stool and sat next to her. From time to time, he would rub her back and shoulders when she felt tired, pour water and feed her fruits when she was thirsty.
In his spare time, he was also busy with Ji's work.
During the whole process, neither of them spoke first, but they cooperated in a tacit understanding.
Even with a look from Shengge, Ji Yuting could immediately understand what she wanted and deliver it to her.
The whole afternoon passed quickly.
During meal time, another person came to Yusheng Xiaozhu.
This time it's Sheng Xiuyun.
Shengge had no problem with her and wanted her to go in and do it, but she insisted on just standing at the door of the villa.
Noticing that her eyes were red and she seemed to have cried many times these days, Shengge felt a little distressed, but he could probably guess the purpose of her trip.
"If my sister-in-law is here to be Lu Chen's lobbyist, then there is no need to speak up."
Sheng Xiuyun's tears immediately fell down, and he held her hand quietly, sobbing, "Little sister, come back with me and have a look. Lu Chen is in very bad condition. He was soaked in the rain all night at your place the day before yesterday.
I have a fever."
"But he refuses to see a doctor or take medicine no matter what. He is very stubborn and has been engaging in self-mutilation and self-abuse in the past two days. I feel really uncomfortable."
Shengge frowned, turned around and looked at Ji Yuting beside him, and asked in confusion: "He hurt himself? What do you mean?"
Sheng Xiuyun just cried without explaining, but continued: "He didn't know I was coming. I came to you on my own. I didn't come to ask you to forgive him. I just hope you go back with me and have a look. Please...
..."
She was crying so sadly that Shengge remembered how this sister-in-law used to protect and care about her, so she decided to go back with her to have a look.
Anning Mountain, in the Lu Family Ancestral Hall.
As soon as Shengge walked to the door, she heard the sharp and fierce sound of whipping coming from inside, mixed with Lu Chen's snoring and breathing from time to time, which was particularly scary.
She opened the door of the ancestral hall slightly, and through the crack, she saw the man kneeling in front of the ancestor's tablet with his back to her.
Lu Chen only wore a white shirt, and the blood marks on his back from the whip were clear and obvious.
He was suffering from a fever, and his figure swayed a bit under the whipping, but he kept his waist straight and endured it without saying a word.
Shengge looked at it for a while, then quickly suppressed the strangeness in her heart and carefully closed the door of the ancestral hall.
Sheng Xiuyun was beside her, sighing and explaining in a low voice: "He came back from Yusheng Xiaozhu the day before yesterday, as if he was possessed by a demon. During dinner time, he knelt down in the ancestral hall, received twenty whips, and then recited the Prajna Sutra until he finished reading.
, and continued the next day.”
She listened quietly and never spoke.
"Little sister, it's only been two days, and he's covered in wounds, but he just won't let go of himself. Can you help me persuade him? Even a word of advice would be good!"
Sheng Xiuyun held her hand tightly, looking forward to it.
Shengge was stunned and didn't answer.
Soon, the sound of whips in the ancestral hall stopped, and less than a minute later, the sound of Lu Chen reciting the Prajna Sutra was heard again.
His voice was dry and slightly hoarse.
Obviously I didn't do it deliberately to show her tonight just to get her to come over.
Shengge was silent for a long time, and listened quietly to Lu Chen's recitation.
I found that he read very seriously. Although there was a laborious inhalation sound interrupted for a few seconds from time to time, his overall tone was steady, and he was obviously very calm inside.
Facing the expectant look in Sheng Xiuyun's eyes, Shengge looked indifferent and finally spoke.