Chapter 581: I

Two more days passed.

Feng Tingshen still had work to handle, so on Saturday, Feng Jingxin stayed with Rong Ci at the Rong household.

Feng Tingshen had asked Feng Jingxin to visit Feng LinSong often when she had time, so after breakfast, Rong Ci accompanied Feng Jingxin to the hospital.

When they arrived, Feng LinSong was awake; seeing them, he smiled faintly on his pale face: “Xiao Ci and Xin Xin came?”

Rong Ci nodded, and Feng Jingxin called out, “Grandpa.”

Feng LinSong’s condition was still not good, so Rong Ci dared not speak much with him.

Afterwards, they visited Sang Qian in another ward and left after sitting only a short while.

Over the years, Grandmother Feng had grown increasingly devout in Buddhism.

She heard that the day after Feng LinSong’s accident, she had gone specifically to a temple to burn incense.

With Feng LinSong’s condition stabilizing these past two days, on Sunday, Grandmother Feng invited Rong Ci to accompany her up the mountain to fulfill a vow.

Rong Ci took Feng Jingxin and Grandmother Feng up the mountain together.

Over the years, because of her mother’s affairs, Rong Ci had annually accompanied Grandmother Rong up the mountain to worship Buddha, so she was quite familiar with this temple.

After fulfilling the vow for Grandmother Feng, while Feng Jingxin was in the restroom, Grandmother Feng looked at Rong Ci and said: “Xiao Ci, if your uncle hadn’t been injured, wouldn’t you and Tingshen already have officially divorced?”

Rong Ci hadn’t expected her to bring this up suddenly.

She nodded and murmured, “Mm.”

Grandmother Feng hesitated, but still spoke.

She looked at Rong Ci and said: “Xiao Ci, I know my request is unreasonable, but… could you promise me to wait a month before going to register your divorce with Tingshen?”

Rong Ci was stunned.

Grandmother Feng continued: “This time, your Uncle Feng and the others all walked through the gates of death. If you and Tingshen divorce during this period, it would be inauspicious. Even if these are just superstitious beliefs…”

When Feng LinSong first woke up a few days ago, Rong Ci had truly believed his condition had stabilized.

A few days ago, after Feng LinSong’s wound near his heart reopened and he underwent two emergency surgeries, Rong Ci learned that the good news she and Grandmother Feng had heard was actually a kind lie from Feng Tingshen.

At that time, Feng LinSong’s condition had improved slightly, but he had not truly passed the danger zone.

Because of this, in just a few days, Grandmother Feng had lost a great deal of weight and grown noticeably older.

With pleading eyes reddened by tears, Grandmother Feng paused, then finally said: “Grandma, I promise you—but—”

Grandmother Feng gripped her hand.

She knew what Rong Ci wanted to say: “I’ve already spoken to Tingshen. He agreed.”

Hearing this, Rong Ci nodded. “Alright.”

Grandmother Feng felt a pang of guilt; tears glistened in her eyes. “Thank you, Xiao Ci. I’ve put you in a difficult position.”

Rong Ci: “It’s not that difficult, Grandma. You’re too kind.”

Though reluctant, Grandmother Feng smiled at her and said: “I’ve heard that the youngest member of the Yu family is truly a fine young man, and he suits you well. If it’s convenient, I’d like to invite you both to dinner.”

Grandmother Feng had never inquired about Rong Ci and Yu MoXun’s relationship.

But she had heard rumors circulating outside.

She had also noticed that Rong Ci had moved on from her relationship with Feng Tingshen; regarding her and Yu MoXun, she assumed they were truly together.