Let go of the past

Fang Xiaoyan hung up the phone, and Ji Bing's suddenly condensed voice made her nervous too. She hurriedly put the phone in her pocket and reached out to turn the doorknob.

Turn the handle all the way, but the door doesn't move.

"Why..." She pushed the door hastily, and shouted in a high voice, "Why is the door locked?"

There was a sudden noise of footsteps outside, like a group of people rushing in, but they remained silent. There was no sound of people, Fang Xiaoyan began to knock on the door vigorously, "Hey! Who are you! What are you doing!"

Not getting a response, Fang Xiaoyan was at a loss, so she had to call Ji Bing again, who was obviously driving here, but still answered her call immediately.

"What happened?" Ji Bing asked before Fang Xiaoyan could speak.

"I'm locked in the bathroom. I heard a lot of people coming outside." Fang Xiaoyan was about to cry, "Mr. Ji, what's going on here?"

Ji's father, who was standing with his hands behind his back in front of the hospital bed, received a call from Ji Bing that he had not seen for many years.

"Is it you?" Ji Bing's calm and restrained voice has been approaching the brink of collapse one after another during this period of time, yelling at his father manically: "What the hell are you trying to do!"

"I know you are rushing over." Father Ji looked at the empty hospital bed, looked away and gave a look to the people waiting at the door, watched them bow and leave, then turned to look at the dark night scenery outside the window , "I'll wait for you here."

"Don't touch him." Ji Bing's hoarse and trembling voice revealed the great anxiety and fear in his heart. His brain lost the ability to think, and he repeated monotonous words mechanically: "I warn you, don't touch him..."

Ji's mother stood beside her, watching her husband put away the phone, her lips moved a few times, and finally she said sadly and sadly: "...don't push him too hard, Ji Bing is your child after all."

"Are you talking for him?" Ji's father spoke in a flat tone, unable to hear any emotion, and didn't even turn around to look over.

But Ji's mother seemed to be pushed to the edge, staggered twice, sat back on the sofa, lowered her head and said with tears: "How can I say it's his mother, how can there be a mother who doesn't love her child?"

"Put your woman's heart away." Father Ji squinted his eyes, looked at the silver-gray supercar roaring downstairs, and said slowly: "His endurance is far beyond your imagination."

Ji's mother suddenly stood up, as if she couldn't stay any longer, her hands were tightly clutching the handbag, her voice was sticky and hoarse: "I'll go to the car to see the child first."

"Let's go." Father Ji said indifferently.

Mother Ji turned and walked out. When passing the bathroom, she looked back at her husband's back, but didn't ask for instructions. She went forward and opened the door with the key inserted in the doorknob, and said softly to Fang Xiaoyan who was terrified inside: "You also get out."

Ji Bing rushed into the inpatient building in a hurry, gave up on the elevator without even thinking about it, and ran up the stairs to the eighth floor in one breath, and couldn't dodge in the corridor as hard as he bumped into an idle stretcher without feeling the pain , ran frantically to the door of the ward, and pushed the door open.

In front of the window not far away, Ji's father passed his deep gaze, and on the hospital bed beside him, the person who was lying there quietly had disappeared.

Ji Bing's pupils constricted violently, and the atria on both sides were suddenly hollowed out at the same time, the cold wind gushed in, and his soul was blown to pieces and completely disintegrated.

He strode in, stopped in front of his father, looked at him steadily, his eyes were dyed red from emotional anxiety, "Where did you take him?"

"Of course it's a place you can't find." Father Ji said softly, with an indifferent expression as if he didn't seem to be threatening anyone.

Ji Bing panted heavily, and the blood that ran all the way was completely frozen before it boiled, "Then tell me, what do you want?"

"I thought you two would break up eventually." Father Ji turned around and looked at him with a calm expression: "It seems that I underestimated such a useless and cumbersome relationship between people."

Ji Binghang's hand clenched into a fist by his side, undisguised hatred shot out from his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "A person like you knows what emotion is?"

"I have no intention of discussing this issue with you." Ji's father stopped talking nonsense and went straight to the point: "You have been free for too long, and I have to start controlling you, even if I use some extraordinary means. And the reason why you are If you are easily restrained, in the final analysis, your strength is too weak. If you are not convinced, come back to my side, and someday you will get rid of me from my current position and replace yourself to sit firmly in the country, and no one will be able to control you."

"It turned out that I was worried that I would have no successor." Ji Bing's eyes were darkened, and he sneered, "You are growing old and strong, why don't you have another one to be your puppet?"

Ji's father suddenly sighed, looked at his tall and handsome son, and said slowly: "Ji Bing, I'm getting older, and I'm gradually starting to be unable to do what I want. So many people under my command depend on me to feed and clothe me. Now I'm stepping down. Before that, you must give them an explanation. You were cultivated by me, even if you don’t want to admit it, this is also the mission you have engraved in your bones since you were born, and you cannot shirk it.”

He walked a few steps closer, raised his hand and patted his son's broad and firm shoulders, as if an old father was teaching earnestly, but the words he said were chilling: "As long as you are obedient, I will naturally give you back."

Ji Bing's eyes were gloomy, and he only asked, "I want to know where he is now?"

"I asked your mother to take her home. After all, the hired nurses are not as efficient as the servants at home. If you are worried, you can come back and live together."

Ji's mansion, the brightly lit main house, two gates were pushed open at the same time, and the path paved with red bricks stretched to the end of the yard.Ji's mother stepped down from the parked car and stood at the door. Two maids, one old and one young, had already greeted them, and shouted in unison, "Ma'am."

Another large nanny car opened, and a strong male helper carried the unconscious Li Ziqing horizontally, and put him on the wheelchair car that was already prepared. Legs." Then directed several other people, "You lift the wheelchair up to the second floor, move gently, and be careful not to bump into anything."

The young maid stepped forward boldly, and glanced curiously at the person she would serve in the future, and saw that the person she was going to serve was a handsome young man, her eyes lit up involuntarily, but Mother Ji turned her back and gave her a reprimanding look , asked: "Have the rooms been tidied up?"

"Okay." The little maid hastily bowed her head and replied submissively.

"Madam." The older maid came over and said caringly, "Plum soup has just been boiled in the kitchen. If you're thirsty, I'll fill a bowl right away."

Ji's mother followed the wheelchair lifters, paying attention to their movements. She heard the maid's words, her eyes wavered, and she said, "Put a few more bowls out, Ji Bing will probably be back in a while."

The older maid was taken aback, then nodded again and again, with tears in her eyes, she said tremblingly, "Hey, good."

The little maid followed behind and asked her in a low voice, "Who is that person in the wheelchair?"

The older maid patted the back of her hand and blamed her in a low voice: "Don't ask nonsense, you should hurry up and follow."

The room that was specially tidied up was tidy and warm, everything was carefully arranged, a shelf for hanging bottles was specially fixed beside the wide and soft bed, and the gilt luster shone brightly under the bright chandelier above the head.Li Ziqing was unknowingly sent all the way from the hospital to lie down in this room on the second floor, which he had visited for more than three years rain or shine but had never set foot in. If he felt something, he didn't know What do you think in your heart.

Ji's mother stood by the bed, silently staring at the young man who was sleeping peacefully on the bed for a while, then turned to greet the little maid: "Go get a basin of hot water and wipe his face and hands."

"Hey." The little maid responded crisply, turned her head and ran towards the door, just as she got out of the room, a figure suddenly flashed in from the door downstairs, the little maid who had just arrived took a closer look, immediately covered her mouth, her eyes flickered Shines incredible light.

Before she could react, the other party had already rushed upstairs with strides, and when he reached the stairs, his cold eyes swept across her face, causing the little maid to shrank her neck in fright and slipped timidly. Go to the bathroom by the wall.

Ji Bing rushed into the room, his mother was sitting by the bed, looking at the person on the bed who was pulling his nerves without blinking.

When Ji's mother heard the movement, she turned her head to look over, smiled at him, showing weakness and compromise in her expression, and asked softly, "Are you back?"

Ji Bing and his mother looked at each other, with a calm face, and responded without any waves, then walked over, and leaned down to kiss Li Ziqing's forehead in front of his mother.

Ji's mother showed no sign of change, but said calmly, "Don't worry, I've been watching all the way, and I didn't bump into you."

Ji Bing hummed again vaguely. Seeing that he was so indifferent, Ji's mother didn't stop talking. She just paused for more than half a minute before asking, "Did your father tell you everything? His plan."

Ji Bing glanced at his mother, then shifted his gaze back to Li Ziqing's peaceful sleeping face, and snorted lightly: "That's not a plan, it's an order."

Ji's mother looked up at him and said slowly: "We are only your son, and it is understandable that he wants you to come back and help him share the burden."

"Well, what are you talking about?" Ji Bing twitched the corner of his mouth, looking contemptuous as if he didn't want to talk too much.

Ji's mother turned her eyes away, and changed the subject, "the kitchen has boiled plum soup, if you are thirsty, I'll ask someone to serve it."

"Not thirsty."

"Are you sleeping at home tonight?"

Ji Bing looked at her amusedly: "What you said, my people are here, where do you want me to go?"

The little maid came in tremblingly carrying hot water, not even daring to look at Ji Bing, and asked Ji's mother softly, "Madam, do you want to wipe it now?"

"Give it to me." Ji Bing stepped forward to take the water basin, put it on the bedside table, soaked the white towel, stretched it over and gently wiped along his lover's thin jawline.

Ji's mother watched his movements silently, and said slowly: "From now on, I will stay at home, and I have hired a special nurse to take care of him, so you can also have peace of mind."

"Should I thank you?" Ji Bing didn't turn his head, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

Ji's mother stretched out her hand to caress her son's shoulder, then withdrew it halfway, sighed, hesitated but said it out: "Actually, I have already..."

"Mom, go and rest." Ji Bing turned his head, and a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but seeing it in Ji's mother's eyes, made the other party stunned.

"Okay..." There was a mist in her eyes, and her delicate and beautiful face finally showed some vivid expressions. Her voice choked up, she stood up, and couldn't help but patted her son on the back: "Your room is also Pack it up, someone will take care of it at night, so don't stay up late."

"understood."

Ji's mother's palm tightened on her son's shoulders, and a word came out of her throat: "You are finally willing to go home."