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

The next day.

Ji Zeqiu still had some last bit of work to do before the Spring Festival, so he got up early in the morning.

After washing up, change clothes.

He grasped the door handle of the bedroom and was about to go out when he paused and looked back to see the scarf placed next to the pillow.

He hesitated for a moment.

When he went out again, he had a warm scarf around his neck.

When the agent saw him, he pulled his scarf in surprise and asked, "Don't you never wear a scarf?"

I've never seen him wearing it in all these years. He seems to be a man who prefers style over warmth and has the image of an idol.

Today I actually wore a scarf, which was unusual.

"Are you in love?" The agent was very sensitive.

The agent had also seen Wen Li and Shen Qingtang around Ji Zeqiu, but he always felt that they were just a bunch of love-deprived kids playing around.

To put it bluntly, it's like children playing house. There's not much real emotion and it won't last long.

So he didn't stop it too much.

But Ji Zeqiu was a little abnormal today.

Hearing what his agent said, Ji Zeqiu suddenly choked on his saliva and kept coughing, "No, no! How could I possibly like that woman!"

The agent squinted at him and said, "I don't think I said who it was?"

Ji Zeqiu: “…”

The phone in his pocket rang like a life buoy, and he grabbed the phone fiercely, "I'm going to answer the call!"

He ran to the side in a panic, without even checking the caller ID, "Hello, who is this?"

Wen Li's sweet voice rang out: "It's me, Wen Li."

Because it was close to the Spring Festival, Wen Li did not continue to live in the apartment but went home.

During the two or three days that she was away, Ji Zeqiu found that he seemed to have forgotten her and rarely thought of her.

Hearing her voice, Ji Zeqiu didn't react for a moment and was stunned for a few seconds, "Well, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"Hehe." Wen Li smiled mysteriously and suddenly said, "Happy birthday!"

"What birthday?" Ji Zeqiu wondered.

"Of course it's your birthday! Do you have any gift you want? I'll give it to you." Wen Li said happily.

Another person who knew Ji Zeqiu’s real birthday was Wen Li. At that time, he had not yet started to work as an artist, and he would receive birthday wishes from her. She would also ask him if he wanted any gifts, just like she does now.

Ji Zeqiu knew that her family's financial situation was not very good, so in order to save some money for her, he would always say that there was no need to buy anything, as long as he could talk to her.

only……

Ji Zeqiu was silent for a moment, "Actually, yesterday was my birthday."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, as if he was hastily checking the calendar. After a while, he exclaimed, "Oh, sorry! I was so busy going home that I even got the date wrong."

Wen Li felt annoyed.

Ever since she met Xiao Yu, she either remembered his birthday wrongly or simply forgot it altogether.

Ji Zeqiu had long been accustomed to it and couldn't say anything to blame her, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

But now.

He quietly felt his heart beating peacefully, and even the discomfort disappeared...

It’s weird.

Wen Li was still whispering guiltily: "How about I buy you a cake to make up for it? Do you like fruit cake or cream cake? How about we go shopping together, and I can pick out a birthday present for you, I..."

"No thanks." Ji Zeqiu refused.

He would rather have no gift than receive a second-hand gift that others don't want.

not to mention……

Ji Zeqiu pulled the scarf around his neck closer to block the cold wind outside, and his body became warm.

What's more, he already has his own gift.

-

New Year's Eve.

Lin Xu took the window paper-cuts and pasted them on all the windows of the Ji family's villa. Couplets were posted outside the door and Chinese knots were hung inside the house. The air was filled with a festive red atmosphere.

Ji Zeqiu was also dragged to the villa by her to celebrate the New Year, and he would help her pass some paste and lend a hand from time to time.

The housekeeper was so excited to see Ji Zeqiu coming back that he murmured happily that he wanted to cook more dishes and went into the kitchen.

Lin Xu also wanted to go in and help, but Ji Zeqiu stopped her every time.

"Just don't make trouble."

If this woman dares to enter the kitchen, tonight's New Year's Eve dinner will be ruined!

"You dislike my cooking skills?!" Lin Xu looked at him with a hurt expression.

"I, I didn't." Ji Zeqiu felt guilty.

"I don't mind. No matter what you cook, I like to eat it." Ji Tingyang expressed his opinion immediately.

Lin Xu immediately smiled brightly, "Tingyang is still the best."

Ji Tingyang raised the corners of his lips slightly, and looked at Ji Zeqiu with a hint of pride and provocation in his eyes.

Look, he is the person my mother likes the most.

Ji Zeqiu gritted his teeth and risked his life, "I like to eat it, too."

"Really?!" Lin Xu's eyebrows were raised with joy. He rolled up his sleeves and turned into the kitchen. "Look, I'll show you my skills!"

When her figure disappeared in the kitchen, Ji Zeqiu's face suddenly fell, and he looked at Ji Tingyang dimly, "Do you really want to eat?"

Ji Tingyang ignored him, looking calm and composed.

As time passed, the table was gradually filled with sumptuous dishes.

Lin Xu checked the time and ran to ask Ji Tingyang, "Did you ask Lan Yue to come back for dinner? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

"I told her." Although Ji Tingyang hated others sharing his mother with him, he still didn't want to disappoint his mother.

At first, my sister was still resentful about me suspending her bank card and refused to come back for the New Year no matter what.

Until he said that if she came back, he would unfreeze her bank card.

She agreed without hesitation.

Calculating the time now, it should be almost time.

"That's good." During the waiting time, Lin Xu sat anxiously on the sofa, her fingers constantly tangling her long hair, with an uneasy look on her face.

Her whole body was tense and she was in a state of tension, looking towards the door frequently.

When she died, Lan Yue was only about one year old, with a chubby and baby-like face. She was particularly pretty at that time. I wonder what she would look like now, twenty years later?

Will she hate her mother as much as Ji Zeqiu?

If I tell Lan Yue that I am her mother, will she believe it?

Various possibilities emerged in Lin Xu's mind. The more she waited, the more uneasy she became.

"Ding Dong".

Ji Tingyang's cell phone rang. He glanced at it and said to Lin Xu, who was sitting restlessly, "She's back."

"Ok?"

Lin Xu didn't understand what he meant, but later she realized that he was referring to her sister's return.

She opened her red lips slightly and was about to continue asking questions.

The next moment, I heard the sound of the iron gate outside the villa slowly opening.

Lan Yue is back!

Lin Xu stood up suddenly, his palms were sweating profusely from nervousness, and he couldn't wait to walk out the door.