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

Even though she had to go back to Ji's house every night, Wen Li was still very happy to see the sun again these few days. However, Ji Tingyang's words imprisoned her in the cage again.

Those who have seen the light always find it difficult to bear the darkness.

Although Wen Li has a gentle personality, she still lost her temper after Ji Tingyang left and smashed everything that could be smashed in the room.

He didn't even want to eat dinner.

The housekeeper came down from upstairs carrying the untouched plate and said to Ji Tingyang tremblingly, "Miss Wen won't open the door."

Ji Tingyang had a cold face. He stood up coldly, and the chair scraped against the marble, making a sharp and piercing sound.

The atmosphere in the living room froze like ice, as if one had fallen into an ice cellar and was shuddering with fear.

The nannies and housekeepers around them dared not make a sound and tried hard to reduce their presence.

Ji Tingyang walked towards Wen Li's door. He turned the doorknob, but it didn't move because it was locked from the inside.

Before he could say anything, something hit the door, and with a loud crash, pieces of it fell to the ground.

"Go away!"

Wen Li screamed hysterically with a choked voice.

"Tell Ji Tingyang that unless he lets me out tomorrow, I will go on a hunger strike!"

Ji Tingyang closed his lips as he was about to speak, half of his body turned sideways in the shadow of the light, his dark pupils becoming even darker and more sinister.

He said to the housekeeper beside him: "Since she wants to go on a hunger strike, then let her do as she wishes. No one is allowed to bring her food!"

After saying that, he turned and went downstairs.

In less than a moment, the sound of a car was heard in the garage, and it drove out of the villa and went farther and farther away.

In a private room in the club, several men happily toasted Ji Tingyang.

"Boss Ji didn't stay at home with the beauty today, but asked us out for a drink. It's really rare."

Everyone in the circle knew that Ji Tingyang had a velvet flower at home. He was so obsessed with it that he even went to the company less often. He stayed at home all day long, as if he was afraid that the flower would run away.

Ji Tingyang ignored their jokes and didn't care how strong the wine on the table was. He just picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

The burning sensation spread from the sore throat to the stomach, and then to the whole body, as if it could numb the pain in his heart.

Ji Tingyang's expression gradually became dazed, and the exclamations of the man's drinking capacity in his ears faded away. He seemed to have returned to the afternoon when he first met Wen Li.

He was 16 years old at that time, and it had been nine years since his parents passed away. His aunt and uncle reluctantly adopted the three siblings because of his father's huge fortune.

But it was just enough to give them a meal to prevent them from starving to death, nothing more.

Every morning, before the driver took them to school, Ji Tingyang would see his aunt stroking his son's head with a loving face, and then wishing him a happy day, peace and success, and kissing him on the cheek when she was happy.

Every time he saw this scene, Ji Tingyang would always miss his mother's gentle appearance, and his heart would be filled with bitterness. He felt so uncomfortable that his eyes turned red, and he quickly looked away.

My aunt's son was particularly disgusted with the three of them living in his house, and always targeted them intentionally or unintentionally.

He would be more restrained at home, but outside, he would be unbridled.

After school that day at noon, Ji Tingyang was dragged into a corner of the teaching building by his cousin and beaten and kicked.

Although Ji Tingyang was weak, it would be easy for him to fight back, but he couldn't.

If he resisted once, his cousin would demand it back from his younger brothers and sisters at home, so Ji Tingyang could only endure it silently.

It doesn't matter, he has already gotten used to it. When he grows up, he will take back the family inheritance and move out with his brothers and sisters, and everything will be better.

Ji Tingyang numbed himself by comforting himself in this way.

My vision gradually became blurry and my mind became confused.

"What are you doing! If you don't stop I'm going to call the teacher!"

A voice as sweet as a spring sounded, with a barely perceptible tremor in it. The girl who looked much younger than her was obviously afraid, but she stood up bravely.

"Stop meddling in other people's business, or I'll beat you too," the cousin said viciously.

The little girl nervously clutched the bag on her back, "I've just told the teacher, he'll be here to catch you soon!"

Although it is shameful to report a teacher, it is useful.

Teachers have a natural deterrent effect on students. He hesitated for a few seconds, then turned around and ran away.

Seeing the little girl's quietly relieved expression, Ji Tingyang knew that she was lying.

He slowly got up from the ground, covering his bruised arm, and walked towards the school gate step by step.

The little girl chirped after him, "Hey, I helped you, and you didn't even say thank you?"

"Your hand is injured. Do you want to go back like this? Your family will be worried."

Ji Tingyang was stunned for a moment. Thinking of his younger brother and sister, a hint of hesitation finally appeared on his expressionless face.

The little girl bit her lip, mustered up her courage for the second time, and pulled him to sit on the stone steps beside her. Then she took out a few band-aids from her bag and covered his wound.

Ji Tingyang didn't move and let her fiddle with it. His attention was drawn to the mother and son on the side of the road.

The little boy pointed to an ice cream shop and tugged at his mother's clothes, acting like a spoiled child, as if he wanted to eat ice cream.

The mother squatted down and said something to him, which made the little boy laugh continuously and he stopped begging for ice cream.

The mother touched the little boy's head gently, as if praising him for being good. The little boy looked shy and a blush appeared on his cheeks.

Ji Tingyang's hands hanging at his sides involuntarily clenched into fists. His mother's appearance had begun to blur, and even the warm feeling of his mother touching him in his memory had become blurred.

He tried desperately to recall, to remember this warm love, to hold on to it tightly and never let go...

Suddenly.

A small hand fell on his head and rubbed it, and it was this warm feeling...

Ji Tingyang raised his head, his dark pupils constricted, staring at the little girl in front of him.

The little girl was frightened by the sinister look, and she withdrew her hand in fear, and explained carefully, "I saw you staring at that place with envy, and I thought you also wanted someone to touch your head, so..."

Could she have misunderstood?

so awkward.

Ji Tingyang stood up and grabbed her wrist tightly, causing her to hiss in pain.

He opened his mouth, and with difficulty, he uttered the first words she had ever heard, using his vocal cords that had not made any sound for a long time.

"What's your name?"

"Wen...Wen Li."

In the blink of an eye, the lonely and injured boy grew up and turned into a sinister and terrifying man who imprisoned her in a gorgeous villa.

He grabbed her hands, put them over her head, leaned over her, and pinned her to the bed.

The other bony hand was pinching her neck, his eyes full of paranoia and persistence, clinging to her like a demon.

"Wen Li, don't ever think of leaving me in this life."