Zhao Li is certainly not foolish. Naturally, she doesnât believe that her son calling out Jiaojiao so painfully and drunkenly at this crucial moment is a coincidence or a deep sibling bond.
She stood there in a daze for several seconds, and finally acted as if she hadnât heard anything, turned around again and left, taking care to close the door.
Outside, Ruan Chi had already taken care of Ruan Jie and Lu Zishu. The relationship between the Lu Family and the Ruan Family is good, and there was no shortage of rooms, so Ruan Chi planned to stay here for the night.
Zhao Li saw him, thought for a moment, and pulled him aside to ask, "Chizi, tell Aunt Li the truth, what happened today?"
Ruan Chi looked at Zhao Liâs expression, guessed that she probably knew something, and didnât hide anything, explaining what happened at the ballroom and on their way back.
Zhao Li was silent after listening.
She was undoubtedly shocked because she had never noticed these feelings in her son from the beginning to the end.
After being silent for a while, she said in a low voice, "Chizi, just pretend you donât know about this. Donât tell anyone."
Ruan Chi also knew that if this matter were exposed, it wouldnât be good for anyone, and would make both the Lu and Ruan families uncomfortable. He nodded and went to rest in the guest room where Ruan Jie was sleeping.
When Zhao Li returned to her room, she couldnât sleep at all. Next to her, Lu Zhiwei was helped in by Ruan Chi, now lying on the bed sleeping like a dead pig, snoring thunderously.
Zhao Li, thinking about Lu Xianâs pained expression earlier, felt a little distressed.
She couldnât have imagined that Lu Xian would like Ruan Jiaojiao, not even when considering arranging a childhood betrothal, the intended match wasnât him but Lu Zishu, especially given that Lu Xian is six years older than Ruan Jiaojiao.
When Lu Xian came of age, Ruan Jiaojiao was only twelve. Itâs unclear when he developed these feelings.
Though usually scolding and reprimanding her son, heâs still her flesh and blood, and she couldnât truly be indifferent. However, things have escalated to a point beyond redemption.
Duan Xi and Ruan Jiaojiaoâs happenings over the years have been clear to her, more than anyone else, their feelings understood.
Thinking of this, Zhao Li couldnât help but sigh deeply, unsure if speaking to herself or the snoring Lu Zhiwei beside her: "Had I known it would end like this, perhaps we should have arranged the childhood betrothal back then." Only this way would her son have a glimmer of hope.
But saying these things now is useless, the only thing she can do is help conceal this unrequited infatuation, or else both the Ruan Family and Lu Family would feel uneasy.
As Zhao Li laid down heavily burdened with thoughts, the snoring from Lu Zhiwei beside her became louder. Unable to sleep, she felt even more irritated, and involuntarily stretched out her foot to kick him towards the edge of the bed, before pulling the quilt over her head.
Meanwhile, getting off the car on the Ruan Familyâs side, Ruan Lei was helped inside by the driver, while Ruan Jiaojiao followed behind, supporting Duan Xi.
Duan Xi wasnât fat, but being a tall lad over six feet, he wasnât light either. Ruan Jiaojiao held him up, her waist bent under the burden, and when Ruanlin Family emerged with the hangover soup from Ruan Jianguoâs room, she saw this scene and immediately rushed over to help.
Ruanlin Family was deeply concerned: "Why did they drink so much?"
"Brother Xi and the other brothers were competing with drinks, they all got drunk." Ruan Jiaojiao answered breathlessly, Duan Xi was truly too heavy, she pointed to a guest room downstairs and said, "Grandma, letâs put Brother Xi downstairs first, I really donât have the strength anymore."