Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

I really don't blame Ji Huatao. Excluding the days when she completely moved away from Ji's family, she calculated that it would not last more than a month in previous years.

Even Chengnan didn't understand it.

Ji Hualin put his fist to his lips, not expecting this.

Under Ji Huatao's gaze, he casually said: "It's a bad place anyway."

"How do you know about the bad things?" Ji Huatao looked him up and down, then covered his mouth and said tremblingly, "You have been there."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ji Hualin patted her seriously and said, "Don't say any more."

Ji Huatao didn't want to talk to him anymore, and followed what he said before: "But I remember that it was my father who got into trouble first that day. You couldn't have known it earlier."

The more she reasoned, the clearer it became: "Then it's wrong for you to do this. You already knew it and should tell your mother. What's wrong with you, your son, just taking action?"

Ji Hualin picked up the bowl and covered his face, and whispered: "Who told you that this was the reason for me."

"It's not because of this?"

Ji Hualin paused: "That's it."

"What happens next?" Ming Huaying asked.

"After that, he stopped telling me." Looking back, Ji Huatao was still so angry that he finally dragged someone away and listened to their nonsense.

If there was a chance in the future, she would have to pester him for several days, plus Ji Jingyuan.

These two people must know something secret.

Ming Huaying was silent, stacking jars and boxes with both hands.

"Then how is your father?"

"He was fine and woke up the same day."

It seems that Ji Hualin only used a scary-looking drug, and there should be no substantial harm.

At this time, Ji Huatao muttered again: "I don't know where he got the medicine from. When did this guy become so mysterious?"

Ming Huaying smiled: "Ask him yourself when you have time."

"It's not rare for me to see him."

It rained again that night. Fortunately, this time the things were put away in advance.

Ming Huaying stood by the window, looking at the rain gathering in the courtyard. It should have been raining for a long time this time.

The unknown flower in the courtyard has grown up and stands upright. The rainwater slaps the leaves and falls along the leaf tips.

Unable to resist the heavy pressure, a few pale pink petals fell off and merged with the soil.

Every household turned off the lights early to rest, and there was a vast expanse of darkness.

A little starlight was burning not far away from a house, and the starlight seemed to be able to move, getting closer and closer to here.

Mrs. Ji seemed to have returned to that night many years ago.

The fear and anger during the day followed her all the way and did not dissipate.

We came to night together and sneaked into her dreams.

Mrs. Ji stood far away, followed by a maid. The maid lowered her head and held a lantern in her hand.

They seemed to be aloof from the incident, as if they were separated from the people in front of them by a barrier.

Several men in black can walk on the ground at night, so fast that they seem to have reached their destination in just a few steps.

The night was shrouded, and a gust of wind blew by, seeming to stir up movement in the courtyard.

But in the blink of an eye, there was a rustling sound flying overhead, and several people took out the fire certificates when they saw it.

He raised his arms and threw him directly into the yard without any hesitation.

The man who entered the yard before walked up to Mrs. Ji, holding a baby in his arms.

The child was sleeping soundly, and Mrs. Ji gently stroked his tender face.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up in the originally calm surroundings, and the lantern held by the maid accidentally hit the baby's face.

Mrs. Ji's expression changed, and she slapped the falling fire in panic.

Her movements were useless, the quilt she was wrapped in was engulfed in flames, and the baby was about to be burned.

Mrs. Ji shouted in horror: "No, no, no."

But her prayers were in vain, the baby's face burned to ashes in front of her, the scene in front of her was swallowed up by the fire, and she seemed to taste the pain of being stained by the flames.

The gauze trembled slightly, and a hand stretched out from inside to hang up the curtain on one side.

Mrs. Ji sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt, and the person sleeping inside showed no sign of waking up.

Why did she have this dream? Did she make a mistake?

No, Mrs. Ji shook her head to stop this idea.

She was not wrong, she just found the comfort that her son brought her, and it had nothing to do with her.

Yes, he will ask the master when it gets daybreak. This dream must have other meanings.

With such thoughts in mind, Mrs. Ji fell into a deep sleep again.

This time she slept deeper than usual, and she didn't wake up until Nanny Xu came to call her.

It was still hazy when I opened my eyes, and I couldn't see anything clearly.

She shook her hand and supported Nanny Xu's arm to steady her body. She turned around and saw the bright sky outside, and then she sobered up: "It's so late."

Nanny Xu was putting clothes on her, and she responded when she heard this: "No, Madam has been sleeping for a long time today."

Mrs. Ji had been feeling groggy all morning, and she felt better after taking a rest after lunch.

As soon as I woke up, I couldn't wait to go to Yun Xuanzi's residence.

She wanted to find out what was going on. Could it be that the family was resentful and came to take revenge?

Mrs. Ji didn't dare to think about it, so she knocked on Yun Xuanzi's door and went straight in.

Yun Xuanzi hadn't woken up from his nap, so when he heard the noise, he just pretended to turn over, and waited for a while before realizing something was wrong.

He turned around and saw Mrs. Ji walking in.

At this moment, Yun Xuanzi had to wake up even if he didn't want to.

He pulled the quilt and wrapped himself tightly, huddled up and leaned against the wall: "Madam, what brings you here?"

Mrs. Ji's mind was focused on the dream she was thinking about. She didn't pay attention to Yun Xuanzi's actions. She sat down and said, "I do have something to ask Master. I had a dream last night. It was really strange and weird."

As she spoke, Yun Xuanzi took off the clothes from the clothes rack nearby, hid under the quilt and put them on again.

The bulging mass was squirming again, causing Mrs. Ji to divert her attention.

"Master, you?"

Yun Xuanzi's voice came muffled from under the quilt: "Madam, please go out first, I need to tidy up."

Mrs. Ji glanced at the bed and then realized that she was too impatient. She turned around in a hurry and closed the door.

Standing outside the door to calm down.

I don't know how long it took before Yun Xuanzi's voice came from inside: "Come in."

Neither of them mentioned what happened just now. Mrs. Ji said directly: "This dream is really scary. Please clarify it, Master."

Yun Xuanzi smacked his lips unconsciously after hearing this. This seemed to be a more serious matter.

I closed my eyes and pretended to do mental arithmetic, feeling bitter in my heart.

Whatever evil he did in his previous life will end up with Ji's family in this life.

This time Mrs. Ji didn't know what she was thinking and just told everything. Yun Xuanzi only felt bitter.