Noble Marriage
Chapter 291 Your Hand is as Cold as Ice

Chapter 291: Chapter 291 Your Hand is as Cold as Ice

The grave lay in a tiny, inconspicuous corner.

The headstone was so small, with thick weeds growing alongside, almost rendering it invisible beneath the foliage.

This was the burial site Rong Shaoze had arranged for Mother Zhou...

She hadn’t asked him to do anything extravagant, but why treat it so carelessly, so casually?

He even promised to cover the medical bills but failed to pay.

The nurse said that Mother Zhou suffered greatly from her illness, in so much pain at night that she couldn’t sleep.

Did she die from the pain?

If Rong Shaoze had paid for the medication, perhaps she could have lived a few more days.

But to him, Mother Zhou was already someone on the brink of death, spending money to extend her life even by a few days was something he utterly disdained.

He considered it a waste of money, a ’stupid act’ he wouldn’t commit.

Lin Xinlan crouched down, feeling a tightness in her heart.

She never should have expected Rong Shaoze to show any kindness, in his world, there were only things he wished to do and those he didn’t.

Whatever he didn’t wish to do, he wouldn’t, even going so far as to lie right in front of her face.

She was too naive to have believed his words.

To have believed that for her sake, he would help someone else...

Yet, he was right, he had no relation to Mother Zhou, and indeed, he had no obligation to help her. Providing for her hospitalization and a burial place was already beyond what was required.

But something in her heart felt unsettled, was she really such a soft touch, always meddling in others’ affairs?

Lin Xinlan took a deep breath, suppressing the multitude of emotions inside her, and began pulling out the weeds surrounding the grave.

All she could do was ensure Mother Zhou rested in a relatively clean place.

After clearing the weeds, Lin Xinlan took a taxi back to the villa, by which time the sky had darkened.

Rong Shaoze stood at the entrance, wearing a thin shirt, head slightly bowed, smoking a cigarette.

In the dim light, he appeared somewhat desolate and lonely.

It was already autumn, and the evening breeze felt chilly against the skin.

He seemed unaffected by the cold, his body erect and composed, exuding a strong, commanding presence.

At the sound of her footsteps, he raised his head, his dark eyes meeting hers.

Dropping his cigarette on the ground, he strode over and took her hand, warming her icy hand inside his own.

"The driver said you were back, why did you suddenly go out again? Where did you go? Why were you gone for so long?" he asked, his tone tense and angry.

"I just remembered something I hadn’t done, so I went to take care of it," Lin Xinlan replied indifferently.

Then she asked, "Were you waiting at the door for me?"

Rong Shaoze didn’t respond, just pressing his lips together slightly, he pulled her into the house.

Sitting on the sofa, he had the butler bring her a jacket to wear and held her hands in his, warming them with his own heat.

"Wear more when you go out next time, your hands are as cold as ice," he said with dissatisfaction, lifting her hands, and he breathed on her palms, detecting the strong scent of fresh grass.

His handsome brows furrowed, he looked at her with confusion, "What have you been doing? Why do your hands smell like grass? Have you been pulling weeds?"

Lin Xinlan’s eyes flickered slightly, "Yes, I went to Mother Zhou’s grave to clear some weeds for her."

She thought he would skirt around this topic, change the subject, but instead, he glared displeasedly, "Why do you meddle so much in other people’s business? I’ve already done enough by paying for her hospital and burial costs."