Little ancestor, can we remarry?

Ji Ziyou was called back by a phone call today.

For Ji's family, Ji Ziyou has no affection at all. If it is not necessary, he doesn't even want to step into this door.

No matter how disgusted Wang Tianhe's face was, Ji Ziyou just pretended not to understand, and asked softly, "Auntie, what's the matter for calling me back?"

"What? I can't call you back if there's nothing wrong." Wang Tianhe stared at Ji Ziyou with disgust in his eyes.

Even when Ji Pu was beside him, he didn't even look at Ji Ziyou.

The man born to the girl who accompanied the wine is simply a disgrace to the Ji family.

"That's not what I meant." Ji Ziyou didn't want to have a dispute with Wang Tianhe, so he responded in a low voice.

"A week later, you will marry Wenren Yaojue instead of Yu'er. Such a cheap and good thing will fall on your head, and you still don't feel grateful to me."

In Wang Tianhe's mind, it would be cheaper for Ji Ziyou to marry Wenren Yaojue instead of Ji Pu.

Although Wenren Yaojue became lame, his family background would depend on him, if it hadn't been for something like this.

It's Ji Ziyou's turn.

Hearing this, Ji Ziyou frowned.

Although he lived in Ji's house like a servant and moved out of Ji's house early, Ji Ziyou still knew a thing or two about Ji's family affairs.

The commercial marriage between the Ji family and the Wenren family was praised by everyone as a strong alliance.

Now that Wenren Yaojue has an accident and is limping, Ji Pu is unwilling to marry a disabled person, but Ji's family finally repents directly.

So he took the idea to himself.

Knowing that he couldn't refuse, Ji Ziyou accepted his fate.

And deep down in his heart, Ji Ziyou didn't want to refuse either.

"I see. Auntie, do you have anything else to do? If not, I'll leave first." Ji Ziyou didn't want to stay in this place for a while.

"It seems that you are quite knowledgeable about current affairs." Ji Ziyou cooperated so much, Wang Tianhe smiled.

Ji Pu was not so happy in his heart.

Even if it's Ji Ziyou's turn to get something he doesn't want, that won't work.

"It's just something I don't want. A cripple with a bastard is just right." Ji Pu said viciously when he opened his mouth.

Ji Ziyou turned to look at Ji Pu.

Ji Pu stared at him: "What are you looking at? Do you have any objections to saying that you are a bastard? You are a bastard in the first place."

"Isn't it the child who came down from the girl who accompanied the girl in the wine when Dad went out for a night? If it weren't for the lack of descendants of the Ji family, how could you have entered the gate of the Ji family!"

Ji Pu scolded Ji Ziyou and didn't want to respond.

A dog bites a dog.

Ji Ziyou didn't stay at Ji's family any longer, and left after saying goodbye to Wang Tianhe politely.

After leaving the gate of Ji's house, Ji Ziyou couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

It seems that God is not so closed-minded.

He is going to become Wenren Yaojue's wife.

The figure that has appeared countless times in memory.

He could finally get close.

The heartfelt admiration when I was young has finally become true.

Ji Ziyou didn't mind what kind of identity he was or how he married Wenren Yaojue, as long as he could be with Wenren Yaojue and become husband and wife, that was enough.

At this moment, Wen Renjia, Wen Ren Yaojue had a plaster cast on his left leg, and was unable to move while sitting in a wheelchair.

"The Ji family is simply too much." Hearing the news reported by his subordinates, Wenren Changpu was very popular.

"I dislike Yao'er's broken leg and becoming disabled, but she doesn't want to be called remorseful, so she plans to marry that illegitimate son who can't stand on the stage to my family?"

"This is really a good plan."

"What's the use of being angry now!" Xu Rusheng said calmly, "Now the whole Jiangcheng city is watching our family's jokes."

"The Ji family is also a famous family with a big business. At this juncture, Yao'er's leg is still injured, so we don't have time to argue with him."

This is the reason.

But it's even more ridiculous to be put on like this.

Wenren Changpu was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot during this time. He contacted all authoritative orthopedic surgeons at home and abroad, and they all said that Wenren Yaojue's leg was unlikely to recover.

A good son, an absolute Alpha with a grade of S+, just disabled like that.

As a father, he couldn't accept it.

The Wenren Yaojue in the wheelchair beside him had no expression on his face, but even so, he still looked modest and reasonable, as gentle as a son of a jade family.

Just as soon as he opened his mouth, the words he said, combined with the thin and cold eyes, made him feel ironic no matter how he heard it.

"It's just a commercial marriage. It doesn't make any difference who you marry. A cripple just matches an illegitimate child. No one treats anyone badly."

Wenren Yaojue doesn't feel much about the change of marriage partner, both left and right are married to someone they don't like, as for who the other party is and what kind of identity it doesn't matter.

Anyway, it is also a marriage as a bargaining chip and a commodity, so why care about any flaws?

It doesn't matter who you marry, just go through the process and show it to others.

Seeing Yaojue say that, Xu Rucheng felt very uncomfortable, "Yao'er."

"I'm tired, the housekeeper will push me back to my room to rest."

Wenren Yaojue doesn't want anyone's sympathy, those eyes and tone are not caring to him at all, but like sharp knives one after another.

The knives were cutting on his flesh.

He is reminded all the time: the fact that he has a broken leg, becomes a cripple, and will live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

The weather in June was bright and sunny. Ji Ziyou, as a 18th-tier celebrity in the entertainment industry, was on a trip today to be a guest at the opening of a shopping mall in a third-tier city.

The stage of the event is in the center of the mall, but this area is not air-conditioned.

The makeup that was just painted in the hot summer was instantly torn off by sweat.

The makeup artist followed behind and touched up the makeup several times, but she was already very impatient.

The activity hadn't started yet, and Ji Ziyou and his little assistant Maodou were secretly eating popsicles.

In the temporary dressing room, there is only a small fan whirring.

In the entertainment circle, Ji Ziyou had no connections or fans, and he was easy-going, so he was not a big company and didn't take care of him.

The resting place in the backstage of an event is really bad.

"You said you're getting married, aren't you joking?" Maodou was standing next to the small fan with half of Wangwang crushed ice in his hand, his brow still sweating.

Ji Ziyou bit the popsicle and nodded, with a somewhat expectant smile on his face, "How could I lie to you with such a thing, I am indeed getting married, and the wedding date is less than a week away."

"You're a star, what if you lose your fans after you get married?" When Maodou said this, there was no sign of worry or anxiety on his face.