After Lin Wenrui said this with tears in her eyes, she put her arms around Ji Liangxing and cried.
She pinched Brother Xing's thigh hard only where it was blocked by her sleeves.
Brother Xing was only seven years old. He felt the pain in his thigh and burst into tears.
"Mom, I only want you, I only want you! I don't want any other mother. Dad, grandma, please, I don't want any other mother!"
He staggered a few steps, threw himself on the old lady's legs, pulled the hem of the old lady's clothes and cried.
Ji Liangxing was white and chubby, with the flesh of his cheeks sticking out, squeezing his eyes into the size of rice grains. He wore thick clothes and his movements seemed a bit clumsy.
But in ancient times, it was a blessing to be able to eat. Ji Liangxing was able to eat, and was raised by Lin Wenrui with great care. His temperament followed Lin Wenrui's, and he was humble in front of his grandmother, and arrogant in front of his servants. He was also used to looking at others. Face, to please others.
This is different from Ji Wanrong and Ji Lingxiao.
But the only thing Ji Chengde ate was this.
Good deeds, good deeds.
After Ji Lingxiao broke his legs, Ji Chengde changed his name to him. From then on, he seemed to only recognize this son in his heart.
In the past, Ji Lingxiao was crippled and useless; but Ji Chengde didn't care, because he felt that Ji Liangxing would have a great future if he could speak well.
Sure enough, when Ji Chengde saw his precious son crying, his cold expression suddenly changed. He hurriedly rushed to Mrs. Ji and helped Ji Liangxing up.
He patted the dust on Ji Liangxing's legs and said in a sullen tone, "How did the people from Wutong Garden clean the house? Brother Xing's clothes were all stained!"
As soon as Ji Chengde said this, people all knelt on the ground outside Wutong Garden.
Listening to Ji Chengde's words of "good deeds" and looking at Ji Lingxiao in the distance, Ji Wanrong felt his heart throbbing in pain.
Ji Lingxiao's legs have not fully recovered and he can only sit in a wheelchair. Ji Wanrong often pricks him with acupuncture. Looking at the scratches and falls all over his body, he naturally knows that he practices hard every day and night and wants to improve his legs. Leg recovery is urgent.
But his father never thought he would recover, and even changed his other son's name to Liangxing...
Every time Ji Liangxing's name was called, it was like stabbing a knife into Ji Lingxiao's heart.
Ji Wanrong moved silently, wanting to walk to Ji Lingxiao's side to accompany him.
But when he looked up, he saw Zhou Zhiruo, who was standing next to the old lady, standing next to Ji Lingxiao at some point.
Ji Wanrong was startled and stood there blankly.
Zhou Zhiruo was wearing goose-yellow clothes and standing next to Ji Lingxiao, who was wearing a green shirt. She slowly raised her hand, wanting to touch Ji Lingxiao's shoulder to give him some strength, but she hesitated and squeezed her hand into a fist.
She hesitated in the end and put her fist on Ji Lingxiao's shoulder.
Ji Lingxiao felt the weight on his shoulders, looked up at her, and slowly shook his head towards her.
Ji Wanrong looked at the scene in front of him, but suddenly felt that the two people in front of him were quite right.
She was then frightened by her own thoughts.
How could it be possible for both of them?
However, since there was someone standing next to Ji Lingxiao, it was difficult for Ji Wanrong to go there.
Still, he could only stand there, with his hands folded across his chest, watching Lin Wenrui perform "a big show".
Ji Liangxing raised his head to look at him with twitching, and saw Ji Chengde lower his head in a rare and gentle manner, and comforted him: "Brother Xing, your mother won't leave, why are you crying?"
As soon as Ji Chengde said these words, Mrs. Ji was stunned and Mei Niang's breath was choked.
This was a clear objection to sending Lin Wenrui to a temple for repair.
Ji Wanrong twitched his lips sarcastically.
She stared at the profiles of Ji Chengde and Ji Liangxing carefully, but suddenly felt something strange.
She then turned to observe Ji Chengde's face.
She had never observed so carefully before, and she had never thought about this level.
Ji Wanrong looked at Ji Chengde intently and carefully observed Ji Chengde's face, but her brows furrowed even tighter.
Ji Liangxing's crying voice also came to my ears: "Dad, is it true? But my mother said-"
"Of course it's true. What your father and I said is right. Don't listen to your mother's nonsense. I want you to learn from Ji Lingxiao? Why do you want to learn from a cripple? You are my precious son. When you grow up, you will make contributions. of!"
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ji immediately lowered her face and looked at him, interrupting Ji Chengde: "Chengde! What are you saying in front of the child?"
Only then did Ji Chengde stop talking. He turned his head and glanced at the charming Mei Niang, and then glanced at the delicate and weak Lin Wenrui, feeling a little headache.
He hugged Ji Liangxing tightly in his arms, feeling more real in his heart, and then the balance completely tilted towards Lin Wenrui.
He said to Mrs. Ji: "Mom, this is something I did that went too far, and it has nothing to do with Wen Rui. If Wen Rui is sent to the temple for repair, I'm afraid no one will take care of Brother Xing."
As soon as he said this, Lin Wenrui's eyes instantly lit up with hope.
Just listen to Ji Chengde continue: "Mei Niang can't be justified as a common wife, why not just be a maid in my room, and when I give birth to a big fat boy one day, I will take her as a concubine."
Zhou Zhiruo frowned tightly as he listened.
She didn't expect Lin Wenrui to be so skillful, and he could regain his footing with just one person.
In the past, she relied on Brother Xing to enter the palace, and became the wife of the Hou Mansion from the outer room with no access to the table.
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Ji Wanrong with solemn eyes, only to see Ji Wanrong staring at Ji Chengde's face with great concentration.
That's right, Ji Wanrong was staring at Ji Chengde's face with all his concentration, looking very fascinated.
In the past, she only noticed that Ji Chengde's steps were sloppy and he was suffering from kidney deficiency; but now that his kidney deficiency was cured, his complexion improved, but other problems surfaced.
The position between the two eyes is the palace of children. Ji Chengde's eyes are sunken, his nose is sharp and wrinkled, and his eyebrows are droopy. This is a typical manifestation of the poor fortune of his children and the bad luck of his descendants.
Even if you have children, they are likely to die young due to illness, have frequent child conditions, and have little future prospects.
But now... Ji Chengde actually has four children, two boys and two girls, and none of them died in infancy, and all of them are healthy adults.
This is absolutely impossible!
Ji Wanrong was thinking about it, feeling a turmoil in her heart, but suddenly she felt her sleeves being slightly pulled. She turned her head and saw Mo Jiecheng's deep eyes.
"What happened to you just now? I think something is wrong with you."
Unexpectedly, Mo Jiecheng saw all this.
Since Mo Jiecheng's observation skills were so keen, Ji Wanrong was determined to test him.
She pursed her lips in the direction of Ji Chengde, and then asked in a low voice: "Did you notice anything when you stared at the faces of Ji Chengde and Ji Liangxing?"
Mo Jiecheng was very curious after hearing Ji Wanrong's words. He stretched his neck and looked in Ji Chengde's direction, his eyes sharp, and he looked at it for a long time.
"What did you see?" Ji Wanrong asked, with some expectation in his tone.
