Rebirth: Pampered by My Children and Husband-Chapter 304 - The Painful Past (11)
Chapter 304: Chapter 304: The Painful Past (11)
Chapter 304: Chapter 304: The Painful Past (11)
Ji Zeqiu’s teeth were sharp, and they bit two deep indentations into Wu Yanghui’s shoulder.
Wu Yanghui’s face changed color instantly as he cried out in pain.
Hearing her own son’s cries, Ji Yiyun hurriedly ripped off her facial mask and ran over, pushing Ji Zeqiu away furiously after seeing what he had done.
Upon seeing the bite marks on Wu Yanghui’s shoulder, her face turned ugly. “Who let you attack my son in my house? You have no manners at all!”
Ji Zeqiu shivered, terrified of Ji Yiyun and not daring to meet her gaze.
“Wuwuwu… Mommy, it hurts so much…” Wu Yanghui cried out, holding onto her neck.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, Mommy will teach him a lesson for you.” Ji Yiyun grabbed a clothes hanger and began hitting Ji Zeqiu with it.
Terrified, Ji Zeqiu immediately ran into the living room, yelling “Brother, save me!” at the top of his lungs.
The child’s legs were not as fast as an adult’s, and he was caught in no time at all.
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When Ji Tingyang came out of his room, he saw Ji Yiyun hitting Ji Zeqiu viciously with the clothes hanger.
He rushed over and used all his strength to push Ji Yiyun away. “Don’t you dare hit my brother!”
Ji Yiyun stumbled back a few steps, and when she looked up again, Ji Tingyang had already taken Ji Zeqiu back into their room.
She went to open the door, only to find it was locked from the inside, impenetrable.
Angered, Ji Yiyun pounded on the door fiercely. “You better not leave the house for the next few days, or I’ll hit you every time I see you!”
“Brother, what should we do?” Ji Zeqiu, frightened, clenched Ji Tingyang’s clothes, his face smeared with tears and snot.
Ji Tingyang pursed his lips, “We’ll go out when they’re not home.”
But when the aroma of dinner wafted in from outside that night, Ji Zeqiu was already salivating from hunger.
He rubbed his stomach and said pitifully to Ji Tingyang, “Brother, I’m hungry…”
Ji Tingyang thought for a moment, “Hold on a little longer. Once they go back to their room, we’ll sneak out and find something to eat.”
However, when they snuck out to the kitchen late at night, they found not a single leftover, not even a morsel in the fridge.
“Brother, I’m so hungry.” Ji Zeqiu patted his deflated belly.
Having no other option, Ji Tingyang could only pour him several glasses of water to help fill his stomach. “Wait until we go to school tomorrow, then I’ll buy you something to eat.”
His grandpa had given him a lot of pocket money before, which he had saved up without spending recklessly.
Tomorrow would be the perfect day to buy some food.
Ji Zeqiu drank almost an entire pot of water before his belly felt somewhat full.
However, drinking too much water had its consequences—Ji Zeqiu wet the bed.
When Ji Tingyang woke him up in the morning, his cheeks were burning with shame, and he clutched the blanket tightly, refusing to get up.
“Auntie has gone out, we’ll miss school if you don’t get up now,” Ji Tingyang said.
“Then… let’s go to school tomorrow,” Ji Zeqiu’s eyes flickered as he said softly.
“Don’t you want to eat bread?” Ji Tingyang prodded.
At the mention of bread, Ji Zeqiu’s stomach growled on cue, and he could no longer pretend to be strong.
He mumbled, “You go out first, I’ll get up by myself.”
Ji Tingyang thought Ji Zeqiu was trying to stall so he could go back to sleep. Ignoring his plea, he lifted the blanket from the foot of the bed.
A pale yellow stain had spread across the light-colored sheet.
Ji Tingyang quickly realized, “You wet the bed?”
“I, I didn’t do it!” Ji Zeqiu stuttered, his cheeks flushing red.
He knew that wetting the bed was an embarrassing matter and dared not admit to it.
“What’s this then?” the younger Ji Tingyang, clearly lacking the ability to read the room, asked while pointing at the bedsheet.
“This… this was my little sister’s doing.” Ji Zeqiu’s face was a picture of mortification. “Yes, my sister wet the bed last night.”
Ji Tingyang: “But isn’t this on your side?”
Ji Zeqiu: “Sister climbed over to my side last night to pee.”
Ji Tingyang scratched his head, “But…”
Ji Zeqiu pushed Ji Tingyang out the door, “Brother, don’t say anymore, we’ll be late for school.”
…
Two days later, just when Ji Zeqiu brought up their grandfather again, Mr. Lin finally came to visit them.
Mr. Lin’s usually rosy and radiant cheeks had become dull and lackluster, his skin much rougher and more haggard; his steps were unsteady, his entire being exuded exhaustion and fatigue, as if a gust of wind could knock him down.
However, Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu didn’t notice anything amiss and happily ran to Mr. Lin, hugging him, “Grandpa, we’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you all, too,” Mr. Lin’s eyes and brows conveyed a gentle warmth, and he smiled as he patted their heads.
“Grandpa, are you here to take us home?” Ji Zeqiu’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Mr. Lin paused, then changed the subject, “Today is the weekend, how about Grandpa takes you out to have fun?”
“Yes!” Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu nodded enthusiastically.
Ji Yiyun gave Mr. Lin a glance, her brow furrowed disapprovingly, but in the end, she said nothing and let him take the three children out.
Ji Zeqiu, sitting in the car, chattered ceaselessly to Mr. Lin about everything that had happened at school, like a little bird incessantly chirping.
Mr. Lin did not interrupt him and smiled faintly as he listened, discreetly pinching Ji Zeqiu’s lower back.
Ji Tingyang, seeing the city pass by the car window, looked puzzled, “Grandpa, where are we going?”
“Your clothes are getting old, so Grandpa is taking you to buy new ones,” Mr. Lin said.
At the mall, Mr. Lin took them straight to the children’s clothing section.
Anything that seemed nice, he bought for his two grandsons without hesitation.
Of course, he didn’t forget about Ji Lanyue; he bought her clothes ranging from sizes for a one-year-old up to an eight-year-old.
“Grandpa, the car is going to be too full,” Ji Tingyang quickly reminded him as he saw Mr. Lin intending to buy more.
“We rarely come out, so let’s buy a bit more,” Mr. Lin said.
“We can come out and buy together again tomorrow,” Ji Tingyang said nonchalantly.
Mr. Lin froze, “Then… we’ll buy more next time.”
His gaze towards the brothers was complex, and he sighed inwardly.
He didn’t know if there would be another chance to come out with them.
As he was feeling melancholic, Ji Zeqiu’s attention was caught by a trampoline opposite them, “Grandpa, I want to go play on the trampoline!”
“Alright, let’s go together,” Mr. Lin said, carrying Ji Lanyue, his steps slow as he walked over.
Just a few steps in, a sharp pain pierced his spine once again, his complexion turning deathly pale.
He gasped sharply, pressing his hand firmly against his lower back.
“Grandpa, come on!” Ji Zeqiu had run several meters ahead and turned back to hurry him.
Mr. Lin forced a smile and continued forward.
