After the mother was reborn, she was deeply involved in the battle for favor between her sons

Ji Zeqiu met Wen Li later. From the day he met Wen Li, she called herself "Ji Tingyang's younger brother."

At first he didn't take it seriously.

Until later...

Ji Zeqiu had a weak constitution when he was a child and was always sick and had a fever.

At that time, Ji Tingyang was busy trying to snatch back the Ji family's property from his relatives and had no time to take care of himself. He didn't dare to make Ji Tingyang worry, so he forced himself to stay awake, swallowed two pills casually, and fell asleep on the bed.

Sometimes he would just get over the illness like this, but more often, Wen Li would be there to take care of him.

"Don't worry, I'm here with you." Wen Li held his hand and comforted him softly.

The voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, caressing his feverish body and reminding him of the vague figure of his mother in his memory. It was so gentle.

A warm feeling arises in my heart.

However, the warmth she exuded did not belong only to him. She was also very kind to Ji Tingyang and told him that she liked a boy in school.

A feeling of jealousy welled up in his heart, and he didn't want to share this warmth with others.

Later, when he heard Wen Li address him as "Ji Tingyang's younger brother", he could no longer remain calm as he was at the beginning.

"My name is Ji Zeqiu, you can only call me by my name." Ji Zeqiu corrected her.

He didn't want to be just someone's brother in her heart forever, but an independent individual.

He is an independent man, someone you can date.

So when he heard Wen Li say "Of course not", fireworks of excitement surged from his chest, and then were quickly and ruthlessly extinguished by a plate of cold water.

"You are still my friend."

Just friends?

Ji Zeqiu was driving, looking straight ahead, his dark eyes filled with pain.

He arrived at the downstairs of a residential complex, walked to the door of an apartment with ease, entered the password and walked in.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the woman hurried out to check the situation and was relieved to find that it was not a thief.

She looked at Ji Zeqiu, a little puzzled: "Why are you here..."

Before she finished speaking, Ji Zeqiu hugged her in his arms, buried his head in her neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Am I just a friend to you? Why can't you like me?"

The inexplicable words made Shen Qingtang stunned for a moment. After she reacted, she tightened her hands on Ji Zeqiu's waist and raised a bitter smile on her lips.

She thought Ji Zeqiu came to see her, so why didn't he learn his lesson?

Ji Zeqiu would only think of her as a substitute when he encountered setbacks with that woman.

Ji Zeqiu seemed to be getting more and more uneasy, and his hands around her waist gradually tightened, causing her to hiss in pain.

Although Shen Qingtang felt sad, he still patted his back and coaxed him softly, "I have always liked you, liked you..."

"Hmm..." Ji Zeqiu's stiff body gradually relaxed.

The next morning.

The sunlight is translucent through the curtains, and the light shines on the dust particles, coating the room with a warm golden color.

Shen Qingtang opened her eyes dazedly. She reached to the other side of the bed and found the quilt was ice-cold.

She woke up suddenly and sat up in bed.

Ji Zeqiu was no longer in the bedroom.

She lowered her eyes slightly, twisted the quilt on her body, and felt a little lost in her heart.

Ji Zeqiu came to her house only a few times. Occasionally, like this time, he would hug her after being frustrated and fall asleep quietly. But every time he would leave before she woke up, as if he had never been there.

She took the phone and saw a text message about a money transfer on the screen.

Shen Qingtang knew without even looking that it was from Ji Zeqiu, and she wanted to be tough and return the money to him. But her family was in urgent need of money, so she could only accept the money silently.

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Ji Zeqiu acted quickly. He just mentioned it to his agent and he helped him find a job suitable for Wen's father.

He couldn't wait to call Wen Li, wanting to tell her the good news and hear her voice, but the call just wouldn't go through.

The director was still urging him to get to his position quickly, so Ji Zeqiu had no choice but to leave her a message and hand his phone to his agent for safekeeping.

"The weather is getting colder now and the lake is a little icy. Let's try to cross it in one go!" the director shouted into a loudspeaker.

In this scene, the heroine is pushed into the water by the villain, and the male protagonist Ji Zeqiu jumps into the water to act as a hero and save the beauty.

However, the heroine was not in a good state. They shot the scene many times but it never came out right. The director's face turned black and he kept scolding her.

Ji Zeqiu had no choice but to cooperate and went into the water again and again...

The cold lake water hit my body, and the biting chill penetrated my heart.

Long time no see.

Ji Zeqiu is sick.

He was pale and lying in the hotel room, coughing intermittently and looking extremely haggard.

"Brother Zhao, go see if Wen Li is here?" He looked weak, but he was still thinking about Wen Li.

After a day of classes, Wen Li finally had time to look at her phone. When she saw that he had helped her father find a new job, she happily sent him a message to thank him.

Ji Zeqiu stared at their dialog box for a long time, and somehow his thumb sent her a video call.

Maybe it was because after I got sick, I became more pretentious and wanted to see her urgently.

"Ah! What's wrong with you?" Wen Li exclaimed when she saw his pale cheek.

"I seem to have a fever, cough cough..."

"It looks serious. Where are you now? Can I go take a look?"

Ji Zeqiu told her the address of the hotel, and then waited for her arrival with satisfaction. However, he was so impatient that he asked his agent to check on her every few minutes.

However, after waiting for hour after hour, it was already dark, and he still didn't see Wen Li.

The call went unanswered again.

Ji Zeqiu's calm attitude of waiting gradually became unsustainable. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something, shrinking into a ball and aching intensely.

Perhaps because he was too emotional, his condition worsened. In less than a moment, Ji Zeqiu fell on the bed and fell asleep. His tightly closed eyelids trembled and struggled restlessly.

Didn't she promise that she would come to see him?

Why doesn't she come?

Is it that I am not important in her heart?

Is even that little bit of warmth going to flow away from his hands...

The sad feeling is like the sand in the muddy water in the bottle, which gradually settles down.

In his hazy consciousness, Ji Zeqiu heard some noise at the door.

"You're finally here. Ze Qiu's illness seems to be more serious. He took some medicine but was unwilling to go to the hospital." The agent sighed.

"I'll go take a look." The voice was soft.

In less than half an hour, Ji Zeqiu felt a coolness on his forehead, and the heat in his heart dissipated a little.

"Your body temperature is so hot, how come you are so seriously ill?" Lin Xu held his hand, a trace of worry appearing on her pretty face.