Rebirth: Pampered by My Children and Husband-Chapter 311 - The Painful Past (18)
Chapter 311: Chapter 311: The Painful Past (18)
Chapter 311: Chapter 311: The Painful Past (18)
Ji Yiyun brought a frail-looking man to face Ji Tingyang and the others, coldly and heartlessly informing them.
“He’s your maternal uncle, and tomorrow you’ll move to his house to live with him from now on.”
“Why?” Ji Tingyang asked frowning.
He had long known that Ji Yiyun and her family found them bothersome, but he never expected her to drive them away.
After all, she insisted on taking them from their maternal grandparents in the first place.
“Why so many questions? I’ve looked after you for five years and have done more than enough. If I tell you to move, then move, get lost and go pack your things.” Ji Yiyun’s voice had a hint of a roar, rebuking them sharply.
“Aunt, I don’t want to change schools,” Ji Lanyue said softly from behind her two brothers.
She had finally made a few friends at school and didn’t want to be separated from them.
“Change what school, your uncle’s place isn’t far from your school,” Ji Yiyun replied with an eye roll.
Upon hearing this, Ji Lanyue let out a sigh of relief.
Then she glanced cautiously at the man, wondering if this uncle was fierce and whether he would let them go hungry like their aunt did.
When the man noticed her gaze, he smiled at her.
Ji Lanyue quickly lowered her head in fright, her cheeks flushing with a tinge of embarrassed red.
This uncle seemed nicer than her aunt, more gentle than her aunt.
“Alright, get moving and pack, you’re leaving with him tomorrow,” Ji Yiyun said impatiently.
Ji Lanyue stole another glance at the man, gave a shy smile, and quickly ran back to the attic.
Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu followed swiftly after her.
“Big brother, second brother, the uncle seems really nice; maybe after we move there, we won’t have to endure scolding or hunger anymore,” Ji Lanyue said while happily packing her clothes.
“He does seem better than aunt; actually, I don’t want to stay here either. That Wu Yanghui has always been bullying us,” Ji Zeqiu angrily stuffed clothes into a plastic bag, “What do you think, big brother?”
Ji Tingyang pursed his lips, looking somewhat solemn, “I don’t know…”
In the living room.
Ji Yiyun was discussing the matter with the man.
“If you take these three kids, I can give you five thousand RMB a month,” Ji Yiyun said.
The man furrowed his brows, seemingly dissatisfied, “Taking care of three kids costs quite a bit, five thousand a month is too little; it should be at least twenty thousand.”
“I heard that Ji Yanli left an inheritance of hundreds of millions, and even the company is now in your hands. Twenty thousand is nothing to you,” the man said with a chuckle.
Ji Yiyun scoffed coldly, “Five thousand is completely sufficient. If you don’t want it, I’ll find someone else. Someone will certainly agree.”
“Don’t, I agree, I agree! Five thousand it is!” the man grabbed Ji Yiyun’s hand, showing a flattering smile.
Fearing that he might not even get the five thousand.
Ji Yiyun eyed him disdainfully, her gaze revealing a hint of contempt as if she had known he would agree all along.
Early the next morning, the man came to pick them up.
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“Have you got everything? Come on, let’s go,” the man glanced at the three children holding bags of various sizes but did not offer to help, turning to head out the door.
Ji Tingyang and the others hurriedly followed.
No sooner had they left the villa than the door behind them closed eagerly.
Ji Tingyang took a deep look at the villa with the door tightly shut. Although he had lived there for five years, he felt no sense of attachment.
“Brother, let’s get going quickly,” Ji Zeqiu called out from ahead.
Ji Tingyang nodded and followed their pace.
Perhaps this time, they could start a whole new life.
…
The man’s home was in a dilapidated old neighborhood, a fifty-odd square-meter apartment that felt exceptionally crammed for four people.
Ji Tingyang saw that there was only one bedroom and asked, “Where will we be staying?”
The man sneered, “Of course, you’ll sleep on the floor in the living room. Did you really think you’d take my bedroom?”
Ji Tingyang hadn’t expected the living conditions here to be even worse than at Ji Yiyun’s place.
But it didn’t matter, as long as their uncle treated them well.
However, the next second, they heard the man command, “After you put your things away, clean up the place and throw the trash in the bin downstairs.”
“And you…” he nonchalantly pointed at Ji Tingyang, “Go cook in the kitchen. Wake me up at noon for lunch.”
The man yawned and then retreated into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Ji Tingyang and the others exchanged glances, and after a moment of silence, they began to clean.
They were used to such household chores from their time at Ji Yiyun’s.
When lunch was ready, Ji Tingyang knocked on the bedroom door, “Uncle, it’s time to eat.”
After some time, the man emerged from the bedroom, scratching his messy hair, and made a beeline for the dining table, beginning to eat without a word.
During the meal, the three siblings were on edge, fearing that if anything was less than perfect, he would scold them just as Ji Yiyun did.
But nothing happened throughout the meal.
“I’m going out now and won’t be back until late at night; you guys just find something to eat for dinner,” the man said, leaving a ten-yuan note on the table.
Ji Lanyue picked up the money from the table and smiled happily, “Uncle seems really nice; he didn’t scold us and even gave us money for dinner.”
Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu’s tense spirits gradually eased, and they each breathed a sigh of relief.
“Big brother, second brother, can we have fried rice tonight?” Lanyue’s eyes sparkled.
There was often a small cart selling fragrant fried rice outside the school, and Lanyue had longed for it but had never tasted it.
“Okay, we’ll have fried rice tonight,” Ji Tingyang nodded.
As Ji Yiyun had said, the man’s house was quite close to school, just a ten-minute walk away.
The prices outside the school weren’t high, and with ten yuan, they could buy quite a bit.
Holding a little skewer of meat and clutching Ji Tingyang’s hand, Lanyue went upstairs, her voice brimming with joy, “It would be great if we could have fried rice every night.”
“Next time we have money, I’ll treat you again,” Ji Tingyang said.
“Alright,” Lanyue nodded happily.
When Ji Tingyang and the others returned, the man was back, slumped on the sofa, resting, with a heavy scent of alcohol in the air.
Perhaps because she had finally eaten the longed-for fried rice, Lanyue felt a certain fondness for the man and ran up to him with the skewer in hand.
“Uncle, we brought back a skewer for you,” Lanyue said with a smile in her eyes.
In the blink of an eye.
The man violently knocked Lanyue’s hand away, and the skewer fell to the ground, gathering dust.
“Who told you to spend my money?!” the man cursed furiously, grabbing the glass from the table and hurling it at Lanyue.
