Chapter 317: Chapter 317: Painful Past (24)
Chapter 317: Chapter 317: Painful Past (24)
Wen Li had never expected that the boy, who once wore tattered clothes and couldn’t afford breakfast, had suddenly beco a wealthy man with a big company in his family.
Following Ji Tingyang to the Ji Family’s residence, Wen Li gazed at the luxurious mansion, her pupils dilating slightly.
“Is, is this really your ho?” Her eyes were filled with disbelief.
When she had last seen Ji Tingyang in the villa area, she hadn’t thought much about it, assuming he was there for a part-ti job just like her. She had never imagined that he actually lived here.
While Wen Li was in shock, the butler ca over with a glass of water, “Lady Wen, please have so water.”
Wen Li was montarily at a loss, taking the glass from the butler’s hand in a fluster, “Tha, thank you…”
The butler smiled at her, then walked back to the backyard to continue tending to the newly planted flower beds.
From the corner of his eye, he occasionally sneaked a glance into the living room; seeing the gentle expression on Ji Tingyang’s face, he finally sighed in relief.
He had worked previously at Ji Yiyun’s house and knew quite a bit about the Ji Family’s affairs, deeply sympathizing with the three children.
Especially Ji Tingyang, as the eldest brother who was only a few years older than his siblings, had to bear such heavy responsibilities, always showing a cold determination beyond his years.
Worried about them, he had offered to work for the Ji Family after Ji Yiyun’s villa was sold.
Now, seeing Ji Tingyang willingly bring friends ho, he felt a comforting sense of pride about the child growing up.
The young master was no longer reclusive, nor did he look as cold as before.
The butler, happily tending to the garden, secretly decided to treat Lady Wen nicer in the future so she would continue to be friends with the young master.
In the living room.
After about ten minutes of calming down, the shock had faded from Wen Li’s eyes, replaced by a warm smile, “Your ho is really beautiful, it must be great living here every day.”
“If you want, you can also co and live here,” Ji Tingyang said.
“Ah?” Wen Li was stunned, her smile freezing on her face, “Stop joking around.”
“I am not joking, I am serious,” Ji Tingyang’s eyes were profound as he gazed at her.
Wen Li’s gaze flickered unnaturally, hurriedly changing the subject, “This vase is really beautiful.”
Though she was not looking at Ji Tingyang, she could feel his intense gaze on her, scrambling her senses.
Since she had another part-ti job to get to, Wen Li only stayed at the Ji Family’s house for a short while before leaving.
Ji Tingyang watched her departure, a trace of regret crossing his eyes, worried that his earlier actions might push her away.
However, contrary to Ji Tingyang’s fears, Wen Li continued to interact with him as before, still sending ssages to complain about events at school.
Ji Tingyang also breathed a sigh of relief.
That day.
Ji Tingyang was dealing with work at the company when he furrowed his brows after flipping through so docunts on the desk.
He had forgotten a docunt at ho today.
Ji Tingyang pulled out his phone, about to call the butler, but his finger paused mid-air.
The butler had taken the day off.
Ji Zeqiu and Ji Yuqiao were in school.
As he hesitated about whether to go back himself, a ssage from Wen Li popped up on his phone screen.
[Look at the weather today, it’s really nice.]
Ji Tingyang paused for a mont, then called Wen Li, “Do you have ti right now? I forgot a docunt at ho; could you help retrieve it?”
Wen Li was, of course, willing to help and imdiately agreed.
Ji Tingyang thanked him and then picked up another docunt to read.
Ti passed by minute by minute.
Two hours had passed—a ti sufficient for two round trips.
Ji Tingyang frowned slightly and was just about to call Wen Li when he saw she was calling him.
He answered, “Are you downstairs now? I’ll co to get you…”
“Ji Tingyang, your brother has a fever, and it’s severe. He’s now in the hospital.”
Wen Li’s hurried voice interrupted Ji Tingyang.
Ji Tingyang paused for a mont and then abruptly stood up, “Which hospital? I’m coming now…”
On the way there, he felt uneasy.
On one hand, he worried about Ji Zeqiu’s illness, and on the other, he blad himself for being busy with work and neglecting them, not even knowing that Ji Zeqiu was sick…
He had promised his mother he would take good care of his brother and sister.
His mind was a tangled ss as he rushed to the hospital ward.
Upon entering, the first thing he saw was Ji Zeqiu tightly clutching Wen Li’s hand.
Ji Tingyang stopped for a mont.
“Ji Tingyang, you’re finally here.” Wen Li’s tense mood eased slightly, her cheeks slightly embarrassed, “A nurse just ca by and said we needed to do the hospital admission paperwork, but I don’t have enough money on …”
“Okay, I’ll go handle it now.” Ji Tingyang moved, his gaze returning to Ji Zeqiu, “Is he alright?”
“The nurse just gave him a shot to reduce his fever, and his body isn’t as hot now,” said Wen Li.
Ji Tingyang nodded and looked at Ji Zeqiu holding Wen Li’s hand again before silently leaving.
Shortly after Ji Tingyang left, Ji Zeqiu on the sickbed finally woke up and slowly opened his eyes.
He tightened his grip on the hand he was holding and called out anxiously with a hoarse throat from the fever, “Mom…”
He turned his head and saw a girl looking at him with smiling eyes, her expression slightly joyful.
“It’s great that you’re finally awake!”
“Um… your grip is really hurting , could you let go, please?”
Ji Zeqiu, who had just realized that the hand he was holding in his dream was hers, imdiately let go and apologized.
“It’s okay,” Wen Li shook her head, smiling sweetly, “If you’re still feeling unwell, it’s okay to keep holding on. I can give you so strength to help you get better sooner.”
At that mont, Ji Zeqiu’s body suddenly stiffened.
The scene from his dream reappeared in his mind.
“Why is Zeqiu still feverish?” A sigh resounded in his ear, and a warm touch ca to his forehead, “Mom is so worried about you, get well soon.”
“Weren’t you going to buy Mom a pretty little dress? Once you’re better, let’s go buy that dress, okay?”
His little hand was tightly grasped, and a gentle kiss fell on the back of his hand, “Do you feel the strength Mom is giving you? Get well soon…”
That dream was so warm.
Ji Zeqiu’s throat bobbed up and down, and his eyes welled up with a sting.
Wen Li saw his reddened eyes and imdiately beca anxious, “What’s wrong, do you feel unwell again? Shall I go call the doctor for you?”
“No need to call the doctor.” Ji Zeqiu grabbed her hand with a slight force, “Just… holding my hand is fine…”
Wen Li didn’t understand but held his hand as he had said.
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