Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 830 - 381: Crashing the Event

"Grandmother, you’re awake."

Wei Zhuhua heard Mei Qingdai’s excited shout coming from inside the room, her heart clenched, and she hurried in, disregarding her image.

She saw Mei Qingdai sitting at the bedside, holding the old lady’s hand, crying tears of joy.

Wei Zhuhua rushed to the bed.

The sight before her made her heart tremble with fear.

The old lady’s cloudy eyes were staring fixedly, filled with unwillingness and terror, her hands struggling in the air as if trying to grasp something.

The scene was truly terrifying.

Eventually, those hands fell helplessly, the light in her eyes dimmed like a candle flickering out in the wind, extinguishing at a visible speed.

Mei Qingdai seemed startled, desperately shaking the old lady’s shriveled body, crying out: "Grandmother, grandmother, you haven’t seen your great-grandson yet, how can you leave willingly, grandmother..."

The person on the bed no longer responded, her eyes wide open, her face twisted in agony, dying a cruel death, unyielding even in death.

On a bright April day, Wei Zhuhua was drenched in cold sweat, frozen in place.

Mei Qingdai leaned over, crying mournfully, her sobs more tragic and poignant than before. Combined with the old lady’s terrible death, it added to the eerie atmosphere, making the warm bedroom feel like an icy cellar.

Wei Zhuhua took a deep breath, stepped forward to check the old lady’s breathing, her heart sinking further.

The person was truly dead. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Mei Qingdai sobbed bitterly: "Grandmother, I regret telling you this good news. It’s my fault, you died from the shock of joy..."

Wei Zhuhua felt incredibly complex. It turns out the old lady heard about Mei Qingdai’s pregnancy, was overwhelmed with joy, and suddenly died.

In life she longed for a great-grandson, causing quite a stir; finally having one, but meeting King Yan the moment she learned the good news.

How ironic.

Wei Zhuhua patted Mei Qingdai’s shoulder softly: "Grandmother has fulfilled her wish, don’t grieve too much, taking care of yourself is important."

Mei Qingdai called out to her grandmother repeatedly, her cries piercing the heart, moving listeners to tears.

As the family head of the Yu family, Wei Zhuhua knew there were more important matters than comforting Mei Qingdai right now. She arranged for someone to help Mei Qingdai out so she could rest, then contacted Yu Fusheng and Yu Ruohuan, urging them to return promptly, and began organizing the old lady’s funeral.

Yu Ruohuan and Yu Fusheng had just left when they heard the news of the old lady’s death, their mood terrible, Yu Fusheng returned angrily, immediately berating Wei Zhuhua.

Wei Zhuhua patiently finished her calls and arrangements, appearing much calmer compared to the irate Yu Fusheng.

"Old Madam received good news and died from shock; we, as descendants, should be happy for Grandmother."

Yu Fusheng frowned deeply: "Good news?"

Wei Zhuhua said casually: "My sister-in-law is pregnant, Grandmother has fulfilled her wish."

Yu Fusheng suddenly fell silent.

Yu Ruohuan walked in from outside, sneering: "Second Aunt’s child killed our great-grandmother, who knows if it’ll harm the Yu family when born."

Wei Zhuhua’s face suddenly changed, scolding coldly: "Yu Ruohuan, what nonsense are you spewing?"

Yu Ruohuan said irritably: "Am I wrong? Isn’t it because of this child that great-grandmother died? It’s him who killed her."

Wei Zhuhua’s chest heaved heavily, rushing over to slap Yu Ruohuan.

"So young, yet your heart is so vicious; that’s your cousin, your blood kin! How can you blame an unborn child? Have all the virtues I taught you gone to the dogs?"

The slap was harsh, leaving Yu Ruohuan stunned, her head buzzing.

Coming to her senses, she covered her face, glaring at Wei Zhuhua with resentment: "Cousin? Don’t be ridiculous; from that woman’s womb, can he be of one mind with us? Besides, it’s uncertain if it’s really Second Uncle’s child."

In the adjacent room, Mei Qingdai sat quietly, one hand gently stroking her belly, the other tightly gripping the chair’s armrest, her pale face shrouded in uncertainty.

Wei Zhuhua looked at the girl before her, the daughter she bore after ten months of hardship, now seeming so unfamiliar.

She knew the child was spoiled by her grandmother, inherently cold and selfish, but believed time was on her side to guide her back to the proper path.

Now she realized she was wrong.

This child inherited her grandmother’s sinister cunning, full of schemes, previously reserved, but recently unrestrained.

Suddenly feeling exhausted, she found any words powerless against such an unfeeling gaze.

Wei Zhuhua said coldly: "If you recognize me as your real mother, fulfill your duties. Don’t harbor thoughts you shouldn’t have, making your great-grandmother’s spirit restless. Remember, good and evil have their reward, it’s not that there’s no revenge, only the time hasn’t come."

With that, she dragged her weary body away.

Yu Ruohuan gritted her teeth, saying indignantly to the silent Yu Fusheng: "Father, my mother is always so naive, don’t let her be sold off and still count the money."

Yu Fusheng gave her a cold look, his gaze carrying a warning.

Yu Ruohuan felt a chill in her heart, not daring to speak further.

"These aren’t matters for a child like you to worry about. Do as your mother said, fulfill your duties now."

Yu Fusheng had much to attend to, unable to reprimand his daughter, leaving in a hurry.

Overcome with grief, Mei Qingdai fainted, and Wei Zhuhua hurried to send her to the hospital.

Fortunately, she was treated promptly, saving the baby. During the funeral, according to tradition, the pregnant Mei Qingdai couldn’t attend, but had to stay in the hospital to recuperate.

The news of Old Madam Yu’s death quickly spread throughout Jingzhou; rumors had it she was bedridden, the Yu family spent fortunes to keep her alive, yet she still couldn’t hold on, ultimately passing away.

Jingzhou’s high society expressed regret over this.

Looking at Old Madam Yu’s life, from an actress to the matriarch of the Yu family, with many descendants, living a glorious and wealthy life—it was indeed an admirable journey, envied and respected by all.

Even her funeral, the Yu family ensured it was grandly held; enjoying blessings while alive and honor after death, her life not wasted.

The ladies attending the funeral noticed the couple of the Yu family’s second branch absent; inquiries revealed they were hospitalized, one due to illness, the other pregnancy, sparking gossip.

Some speculated if the child was a boy, he’d be the Yu family’s sole heir.

Others claimed the child caused the death of his great-grandmother and father, fearing he’d be a scourge upon birth with an ill fate.

Yan Lu mingled among the mourners, listening to the chatter, and pursed her lips.

A group of ignorant women, it was merely an unborn child.

Feeling irritated, she told her aunt she needed some air, then heard commotion from the crowd.

This was extremely disrespectful to the deceased and the family.

Yan Lu heard her aunt exclaim ahead: "It’s him..."

Yan Lu quickly turned her head, seeing the person walking in. "Oh my God," she uttered.

Amidst the black and white crowd, a spot of bright red stood out sharply.

Yan Lu first mourned the deceased, then excitedly brightened her eyes—someone was here to stir things up.

To dare disrupt the Yu family, one needed immense courage and powerful connections.

Yu Fusheng and Yu Ruohuan saw the person entering dressed in bold red, their expressions instantly darkening.

Simply courting disaster.