As soon as Ji Wanrong hid the banknotes in his sleeves, he saw Ji Chengde straightening his body and striding inside.
He blew his beard and glared at Ji Wanrong with a arrogant expression, as if Ji Wanrong was not his biological daughter, but the doctor in the Hou Mansion.
Ji Wanrong turned away and didn't want to look, but felt that Mrs. Ji closed her eyes tightly and her breathing became heavier, and she obviously didn't want to pay attention to it.
Seeing Mrs. Ji's appearance, Ji Wanrong was afraid that Ji Chengde would say something else that would make Mrs. Ji faint again from anger.
So she stood up hurriedly: "Shut up, I'll go out with you."
Ji Chengde felt a little proud and snorted coldly, "Get up quickly and save your sister. Don't be lazy! You really have no medical skills but no medical ethics."
He dropped these words coldly, put his hands behind his back, then turned around and walked out again.
As Ji Chengde came and left, the atmosphere in the inner bedroom became obviously much lower.
Ji Wanrong gritted her teeth, feeling that she had finally found someone more annoying than Mo Jiecheng.
When Ji Wanrong came out of the inner bedroom, he saw Ji Yunyao still slumped in Lin Wenrui's arms from a distance.
Ji Yunyao frowned slightly, her face was pale, and she looked like she was dying.
The doctor of the government stood aside like a pole, frowning at Ji Yunyao, as if he was puzzled.
Of course I was puzzled.
Although Ji Yunyao's face was pale, his breathing was long and the eyes under his eyelids were still moving.
Ji Wanrong only took one look and knew she was faking it.
She pretended to be weak and fainted, probably to make Mrs. Ji and Ji Chengde change their minds. It would be better if Mo Jiecheng could see her like this.
Ji Wanrong turned around and walked slowly to the main seat and sat down: "She fainted not gracefully. I don't want to save her."
Ji Chengde's eyes widened when he heard this, and then he spoke angrily: "Do you have a conscience? That's your biological sister! She fainted because of you, why are you so heartless!"
Ji Wanrong twitched the corners of her lips: "Sister? I remember that my mother died a long time ago, and her mother is still alive and breathing here."
"If her mother dies and Ji Yunyao becomes an orphan, then I will be able to reluctantly recognize her as my biological sister."
Lin Wenrui's eyes suddenly turned red and she looked helplessly at Ji Chengde.
Ji Chengde's chest rose and fell suddenly, and he was about to curse.
But Ji Wanrong suddenly stood up from the chair: "You say I am cruel, but my brother Ji Lingxiao is your biological son, and you have not shared your conscience with him."
As soon as Ji Wanrong finished speaking, Ji Liangxing, who was fighting crickets at the side, raised his eyebrows and said, "That cripple is not dad's biological son! Dad said that only I am his biological son!"
When he puffed out his cheeks and spoke, the flesh on his face was squeezed together, and even the slits between his eyes could not be found.
Ji Wanrong raised his eyebrows and looked at it carefully now.
Ji Liangxing's frowning and angry look was completely different from Ji Chengde's.
But when Ji Chengde heard this, he smiled and stretched his brows.
He took two steps forward, hugged Ji Liangxing, and then said with a smile: "Brother Xing is so smart, he even remembers these words from dad. When brother Xing becomes a high official, he should be filial to dad and inherit our legacy." Is it possible to use the incense of the old Ji family to give birth to a few fat boys for my father and bring glory to our ancestors?"
Ji Liangxing held the cricket in one hand and looked at Ji Wanrong proudly, then raised his eyebrows and said: "Sure! Pass on the incense and honor our ancestors!"
Ji Wanrong's face slowly turned cold as he looked at the scene in front of him.
"So you only recognize Ji Liangxing as your son?" She actually didn't understand why Ji Chengde was so malicious when facing Ji Lingxiao.
"Yes, I, Ji Chengde, only have one son, Ji Liangxing! That cripple Ji Lingxiao is not my son at all!" Ji Chengde said, lowering his eyes to cover the haze in his eyes, while hugging Ji Liangxing tighter.
"That cripple Ji Lingxiao will only be a cripple for the rest of his life. Look at his appearance. He can't stand up now. He can no longer succeed, nor can he marry a wife, and continue the incense of Nanyang Marquis Mansion. His life is Good or bad has nothing to do with me. If I love him, I might as well put more thoughts on Brother Xing."
Ji Chengde lowered his head and smiled at Ji Liangxing, but his words contained contempt for Ji Lingxiao.
Ji Wanrong stood there blankly, looking at Ji Chengde and Ji Liangxing hugging each other tightly, a loving father and a filial son.
I just feel ridiculous and ironic.
But behind me, I suddenly remembered the man's steady and calm voice.
"I don't deserve to be your son, but I don't think you deserve to be my father either. If we hate each other, it's better to cut off all ties now."
Ji Wanrong turned around and saw Ji Lingxiao's calm face.
Zhou Zhiruo pursed his lips tightly and pushed Ji Lingxiao out expressionlessly.
When Ji Chengde heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was swept away by boundless anger.
"You are a cripple with crippled legs. You eat and use things from the Hou Mansion. Everything in the Hou Mansion belongs to me! All your food and clothing expenses must be approved by me! How dare you sever ties with me? ?”
"Come here! Come here! Cut Ji Lingxiao's food in half and push him to think about his faults where I can't see him!"
Lin Wenrui, who was supporting Ji Yunyao, was stunned for a moment, and then her heart filled with ecstasy.
"Master Hou, Ling Xiao is angry with you. Although you love Liangxing, you should also care about Ling Xiao on weekdays. He feels bad when he sees you like this, and the rumors outside are not good to hear."
Ji Lingxiao smiled slightly, but there was boundless anger hidden in his calm eyes, which made his elegant face look like Yama.
He raised his head slightly and glanced in Zhou Zhiruo's direction. Zhou Zhiruo immediately understood what he meant and hurriedly removed a hairpin from his head and handed it to Ji Lingxiao's hand.
Warm fingers touched his cool palm, causing Zhou Zhiruo's hand to pause slightly, then quickly retracted it.
Ji Lingxiao's voice was calm, but it seemed to have been tempered by frost, "There is no need to worry about the Marquis. From today on, I will take my mother's surname and change my name to Xie Lingxiao. I will move out of the Marquis's mansion and move to a place where you can't see me, Marquis."
Ji Chengde's whole body froze. He first quickly glanced at the bedroom where Mrs. Ji was, and then his expression changed drastically: "My blood is flowing in your body! You mean to say that we can break off all grievances and righteousness." ?"
"What a treason! What a treason! Block Ji Lingxiao's mouth quickly and send him to the ancestral hall to think about his mistakes!"
He didn't expect that this lame man would have the confidence to challenge him!
But Ji Lingxiao just smiled softly: "Let good deeds shed the blood of the Marquis. I, a cripple, don't deserve it."
After Ji Lingxiao said this, before anyone could stop him, he cut half of his sleeve with a hairpin and threw it on the ground.
He cut the hairpin deeply into his palm and let the blood flow on the blue sleeve.
"Master Hou, I thank Lingxiao for returning this blood to you."
