Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

The noise inside was so loud that it could be heard even outside the courtyard.

Mrs. Ji's voice came into play at this time.

Mr. Ji was no longer lying down at this time. He had already sat up and got dressed before Mrs. Ji came in.

When he heard the name Xueyan Tower, he immediately felt bad. In his panic, he couldn't think about why someone was coming. He stood up, put on his clothes and left.

Unexpectedly, before leaving the door, he ran into an angry person.

Mr. Ji's heart thumped. Although Mrs. Ji was usually impatient, it was really not a big deal here.

I wanted to rush over without looking back, but I was stopped back with a palm.

If you want to quarrel with her, Mr. Ji really can't.

He immediately extinguished the other party's anger and said flatteringly: "I'm a little hungry, why don't you give in, madam?"

"Are you hungry?" Mrs. Ji sneered coldly, "Is it because you are reluctant to eat or because you have no money to eat when you are not full in Xueyan Tower?"

"Xueyan Tower, I won't go to that kind of place. Madam, please don't talk nonsense." Mr. Ji's heart was already cold at this time. He didn't expect that the person would really come.

But he still pretended not to know: "Could it be a mistake? Madam, please don't believe that person's words?"

"It seems that the master has really seen a lot outside. He even knows places like Xueyan Tower."

Mr. Ji wanted to struggle again, but unexpectedly, Mrs. Ji didn't give him this chance at all, and immediately grabbed the other person's wrist and pulled him out hard.

By coincidence, the place she covered happened to be Master Ji's wound.

The originally solidified wound was now stretched and cracked, and liquid flowed through the dried scar, adding another color.

Mr. Ji howled in pain and tried to shake him off with all his strength.

But Mrs. Ji was so angry at the moment that she didn't even count the strength she exerted. With a move of her wrist, the other party's hand dropped down, and Master Ji stared at his palm in disbelief.

And blood seeped out from between the fingers holding the wrist, and then it became thicker and dripped to the floor.

"What on earth do you want to do!" Mr. Ji didn't want to be polite at this time. How could he talk properly after his wrist was broken?

"What do I want to do?" Mrs. Ji let go of her arm and turned to the other person's chest, tightened her collar and said, "I also want to ask Master what do you think? If you are tired of living like this, you can tell me. If you want to find a concubine, I can arrange to bring her in. If you want to find an outside room, fine, I can just turn a blind eye."

The words she spoke were shocking but full of sadness. She thought she had really found a man who would listen to her. After so many years together, she knew that he must be a little tired of him.

But before getting married, Master Ji promised her not to take concubines in her life. If she had such thoughts, they would just discuss it and never get angry or hurt the relationship between them.

Mrs. Ji also agreed.

She had thought about all of this, except for places like Fireworks and Willow Alley.

She looked at Mr. Ji with indifference in her eyes. He was so disturbed by her words that he did not dare to look directly at her.

He knew he was wrong, and there was nothing he could do to refute it at this time.

"What about you, let me ask you, are you not wrong?"

"Okay, tell me what's wrong with me."

"First of all, you were obviously not like this when we met. But after we got married, you exposed your original character and belittled me everywhere. If my servants are slow in doing things, they will listen to your scolding. Do you think you are scolding me?" Everyone is willing to listen." Mr. Ji plucked the fingers on his chest to free himself and shook his wrinkled collar.

Mrs. Ji almost laughed. She has taken care of the house for so many years. What's wrong? Is this wrong?

Her thinking was not confused, and she continued to say: "Master is really familiar with the routine of dealings between the DPRK and China. Since you want to talk about temperament, then yes. You are meek and slow in doing things. Isn't it wrong for me to teach you how to do it well?"

Mrs. Ji didn't know what she thought of, and her face hurt: "If you hadn't been too slow to find the doctor, our son would have..."

Her mouth was blocked with great force. Mr. Ji did not lose his mind at this time. He knew that there were people outside.

This matter cannot be spoken out no matter what.

Moisture and heat rolled down her palms, and Mrs. Ji's red eyes were filled with tears.

Mr. Ji pursed his lips tightly. He didn't want to argue, so he immediately wiped the tears on his face and coaxed: "Don't argue. It's my fault."

After saying that, he half-hugged the person in his arms and patted him on the back, as if he was back to the time when they first met.

There was no sound in the house, and the servant ran away before the two people at the door could react.

Everyone returned to their respective positions.

Ji Hualin returned home and noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, so he had suspicions in his mind.

I saw these people running very fast one by one, and I thought they were looking for them.

Not many people were left in the remote courtyard, and even if Ji Hualin came here often, he would not arouse any suspicion.

The room was very quiet, one person was drinking tea carelessly, and the other was reading a book with hatred on his face.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the two people inside looked over at the same time.

Ji Hualin closed the door towards them and walked inside.

"came back?"

Ji Jingyuan put down his cup and spoke calmly.

Ji Hualin smiled back and said "Yeah".

Seeing that the situation between the two was not right, Yun Xuanzi threw the book aside, his eyes constantly wandering between the two.

Ji Hualin couldn't bear the look in his eyes and said directly: "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Yun Xuanzi looked very embarrassed, scratched his head and chewed his nails.

"this……"

Ji Hualin glanced at him coldly, and Yun Xuanzi immediately became honest.

But the thorn in my heart is still there.

Before he could ask, Ji Hualin said, "Don't even think about running away from now on. Just stay here as long as I'm here."

"Why?" Yun Xuanzi was very puzzled. He had no ability and it was of no use to him here.

Ji Hualin stared at him mysteriously: "You are very capable."

Yun Xuanzi stood up immediately, clenched his fists and did not dare to say anything. He grunted heavily and turned around to get into bed.

If you can't afford to offend him, he will sleep.

He kicked off his shoes randomly and threw them on the ground. One of them accidentally touched the hem of Ji Jingyuan's clothes, attracting a cold look.

Yun Xuanzi stared at the sight and decided to ask the question: "Can I ask you a question?"

Ji Jingyuan raised his eyebrows.

"Look, I've actually seen some people who are different from others. It's hard to maintain that kind of unusual relationship at home."

What he said was so confusing that Ji Hualin became impatient and looked at Yun Xuanzi with an even colder look.

Yun Xuanzi could only secretly give instructions: "I can see that you have a good relationship, but you...ah!"