Song Yiqing dragged her tired body and went to visit Wang Minglan first.
Her condition was not good, so Song Yiqing ordered the kitchen to stew some nourishing soup and fed it to her herself.
Wang Minglan's eyes were empty and she asked in a flat tone: "Is he okay?"
Song Yiqing's hand holding the spoon paused, not daring to look into her lonely eyes.
"How long does he have?"
"Just these two days."
Wang Minglan took a deep breath and passed the difficult times. Some things cannot be solved by running away.
"The funeral requires a lot of preparations. I know your abilities, so I'll leave it to you."
Although she doesn't trust her, she hates people when they are needed. There are almost zero people around her who are trustworthy.
Song Yiqing nodded, unable to see her emotions clearly, and then fed her another spoonful.
After barely drinking half the bowl, Wang Minglan shook her head: "I can't drink any more."
"Then you have a good rest, I will take care of everything."
Before she could leave the room, the housekeeper trotted over to report: "Madam, Miss, it's not good. The second master is here again."
Song Yiqing had known for a long time that he would make a comeback, and he would not stand idly by with the Luo family's huge wealth and business.
He is very ambitious and will never let go.
Wang Minglan looked ugly, her body was stiff, and her spine felt cold.
She was frightened once by Luo Minghao, and the seeds of fear were deeply planted in her heart.
Song Yiqing comforted her: "Don't worry, I'll go take a look."
She sauntered out of the room. In the living room, Wang Minghao stood aside, and a graceful silver-haired old lady sat in the middle.
The old lady was leaning on a cane, her face was full of bruises, and her eyes were constantly shining with light.
"Eldest niece, why don't you come over and meet your grandma?"
Luo Minghao waved to her with a smile on his face, amusement in his eyes.
It turned out that he couldn't defeat him, so a reinforcement was brought in.
Before Song Yiqing could say anything, the old lady said leisurely: "Huh, what kind of cats and dogs can come and call me grandma? How can I still be an old fool if you recognize your relatives randomly?"
Her walking stick hit the ground with a bang, her face was majestic and unhappy.
If the other party is polite, Song Yiqing will naturally not refute their reputation. But since they don't understand each other, and they use Qiao to show off, she will definitely not tolerate them.
His face immediately turned cold: "Who did I think she was? It turned out to be an old lady who appeared out of nowhere."
She sat down opposite her and looked at the two of them with disdain.
"You, what did you say?"
The old lady relied on the fact that she was Luo Mingsheng's mother and lived a good life for most of her life. In the past, others respected her and protected her, and no one had ever refuted her face to face.
Song Yiqing crossed her legs and said, "Don't rely on your old age here. I tell you, I won't do this."
Luo Minghao invited the old lady back from the nursing home in the south, just like he wanted to suppress the lawless Song Yiqing.
But he never expected that Song Yiqing would not buy into the old lady's fight.
The old lady was so angry that she jumped on her feet: "Luo Mingsheng, you, come out here and see the good daughter you gave birth to. You don't even pay attention to me. Get me out quickly."
She had no choice but to yell.
Song Yiqing dug her ears: "Luo Mingsheng is on the second floor and will die soon. I hope he can come out and chase me away."
This way she doesn't have to worry about the Luo family's messy affairs.
The old lady was angry and stared: "My son is not dead yet! You don't need to curse him."
Song Yiqing stood up directly: "You are a mother, and you are here to see your son who is about to pass away. We welcome you. But if you want to do other things based on your status, I advise you to give up as soon as possible."
The old lady choked on her breath and almost fainted.
Luo Minghao quickly supported her: "Mom, don't argue with this wild child. Let's go upstairs and see big brother first."
He didn't want to quarrel with her at this stall. The main purpose of his coming was to confirm whether Luo Ming was alive or dead.
As long as he dies, what happens next can continue.
The old lady received the hint from his eyes and gasped: "No matter how big or small a village woman is, she is not worthy of being a member of our Luo family. That's all, let's go see Mingsheng first."
With Luo Minghao's help, the two came to Luo Mingsheng's room.
When the old lady saw Luo Mingsheng with a black face, she was so frightened that she almost walked in front of him.
"Mingsheng, Mingsheng! How did you become like this?"
She began to cry from a long distance away, but no tears came from her eyes.
Luo Minghao also pretended to wipe his eyes: "Don't be sad, mother, life, old age, illness and death are normal. One day, we will be reunited down there."
The old lady seemed to be comforted by his words, she immediately stopped crying and ran out of the room.
Song Yiqing silently observed their actions from behind. It was hard to imagine that her mother was not really sad when her son passed away.
Another thing that is puzzling is that the old lady has been here for so long, and Wang Minglan has been hiding in the room without coming out.
According to common sense, when a daughter-in-law meets her mother-in-law, she should at least say hello.
Song Yiqing smelled the gossip and returned to Wang Minglan's room again.
When Wang Minglan saw her, the first thing she asked was: "Is she gone?"
"who?"
"Wang Qingzhen..."
Song Yiqing poked her nose. It seemed that the relationship between their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law was really not good.
"Not yet, I'm clamoring to rest in the guest room."
Wang Minglan was indignant: "She must have no good intentions if she jumps out to cause trouble at this time."
Needless to say, Song Yiqing guessed this result the first time he saw her.
She said angrily: "Is this Wang Qingzhen really my grandma?"
Wang Minglan was confused: "Why do you ask that?"
"I saw how she looked when she saw Mr. Luo, and she wasn't really sad."
She sneered: "She doesn't care. Oh, it can't be said that she doesn't care. Her thoughts are all on the second child. She is very partial."
Song Yiqing understood that Wang Qingzhen was wearing the same pants as Luo Minghao.
"She is retiring well in the south. She must have been brought back by the second child to disrupt the situation. With her here, the Luo family will be in chaos again."
Song Yiqing's imagination began to flourish again.
Wang Minglan and Luo Mingsheng were obviously in love, but he had a concubine and a child.
Luo Mingsheng personally sent the child away to take the blame, and was poisoned by his own brother. Now there is another uneasy girl.
Presumably, his life was exciting enough.
Wang Minglan waved to her, and Song Yiqing got closer to her.
She lowered her voice and said, "You don't have to pay attention to Wang Qingzhen. If she bites her nose, just teach her a lesson. She doesn't have the final say in the Luo family, it's you."
Song Yiqing almost laughed out loud after listening to her instructions. Her mother supported her and allowed her to deal with her mother-in-law.