A sickly child turned into a rich family's only son

Zhou Bu did not hold back at all. Five lashes was the limit for such a young child. His back would definitely be red and swollen at the end of the night, and it might even bleed.

Ji Xingyao would definitely feel distressed and lose his temper at him. Zhou Wei had already anticipated what would happen next.

The matter was not over after the beating, Zhou Bu asked them to stop everything they were doing! They did not have to go to school, and they had to write a self-criticism for him at home before the anniversary of grandma's death, and learn the rules by the way.

"Your uncles all write at least 20,000 words. Since you are still young, I'll give you 10,000 words each! If you can't write well, rewrite it."

Zhou Bu punished people without paying attention and was careless.

It was the first time for the two children to be beaten so severely in their lives. They felt a little aggrieved, but they did not dare to show their temper to Zhou Bu. They knew Zhou Bu, and it was their fault. If they still felt aggrieved after being beaten, they would definitely anger their father.

The two could only bow their heads, look guilty, and sincerely apologize to him. Zhou Bu looked at them, and he did not feel that they were teachable. After all, these people had made mistakes, so they should admit their mistakes. If they did not admit their mistakes, they should be beaten.

The two little ones obediently carried their schoolbags to their grandmother's favorite study to copy the Book of Filial Piety, and did not overestimate their own abilities by saying anything like their backs hurt.

What Zhou Wei meant by copying was not simple copying, but asking them to use a brush to write carefully, word by word, and stop when they finished.

Watching the two children walk towards the study together, Ji Xingyao, who was standing on the second floor with a panoramic view of it all, walked downstairs slowly.

At this time, Zhou Bu had already walked into the room, and when he looked up, he saw Ji Xingyao coming down the stairs. He did not hesitate at all, and naturally extended his hand to the other party. Ji Xingyao seemed to be accustomed to this, and put his hand on Zhou Bu's hand tacitly.

The three heads that were originally sitting on the sofa, paying close attention to their nephew and niece being beaten, began to move quickly and flexibly like highly sensitive radars, and their eyes were finally focused on the two people's tightly clasped hands.

The three people had different expressions, each with its own subtlety.

Chengnan: Why are hyung and ji holding hands? [panic]

Chengbei: Hmm...

Si Xi: Ah! Ah! Ah! What the hell! I must be dazzled. Maybe this is some new way to express friendship.

Zhou Bu didn't care about their looks at all. Seeing Zhou Bu being so calm, Ji Xingyao seemed to become thicker-skinned for some reason.

Zhou Wei said to Ji Xingyao: "I'm going upstairs to pack up, you tell Auntie to start cooking!"

Ji Xingyao nodded, and the two separated naturally.

Ji Xingyao turned around to look at his three brothers, wanting to ask them what they wanted to eat for lunch? Before he could ask, Chengnan stood up and said, "I'm going to change my clothes and take a few days off at home."

Si Xi glanced at Cheng Bei and stood up first, "Ah! Um...um, I have a lot of questions to ask my brother. I'll go upstairs to find my brother first."

Si Xi also quickly escaped.

Chengbei was calm and collected, "I can eat anything, sister-in-law, I'll go change my clothes too."

Ji Xingyao was shocked by the word "sister-in-law". He blinked his eyes and said with a forced smile: "Just call me brother."

Chengbei nodded respectfully, "Okay, sister-in-law." Then he hurriedly gathered his clothes and went out.

Ji Xingyao stood where he was, gritted his teeth, and turned around to call his aunt.

Upstairs, Zhou Wei was taking out the carefully prepared small box and was wondering where to put it when Si Xi came in rashly.

The suitcase was wide open, and Zhou Bu was squatting there holding a small box and thinking. It seemed that there was nothing wrong, if we could ignore the boxes of new, unopened condoms scattered next to the open suitcase...

Obviously Si Xi couldn't be ignored. Zhou Bu was about to ask him what he was doing, but Si Xi had already turned around and said to Zhou Bu politely, "I'll come back after you've packed up." Then he quickly disappeared from Zhou Bu's sight.

Zhou Qi's angle was just right so he couldn't see what he had scattered. He looked at the empty doorway, squinted his eyes, and muttered, "This is inexplicable!"

At lunch time, the restaurant was full of people. Unlike Zhou Bu who was calm and composed, the three younger brothers were on pins and needles.

The two children's eyes were also scanning back and forth between Zhou Bu and Ji Xingyao, and Zhou Bu's originally good mood was disturbed.

Zhou Wei's eyes swept over their faces one by one, and the younger brothers immediately stopped feeling hot on their butts and began to eat properly. The attention of the two little ones finally shifted to today's meal. Hey! It seemed particularly delicious, so they pretended to eat hurriedly.

Zhou Bu was relieved to see that they had all calmed down, and started to eat.

The younger brothers were like insects chasing the light. Zhou was the light, and wherever Zhou was, there they were.

In the evening, the sofas in the living room were filled with people again, recreating the grand occasion of the past.

Zhou Qi was sweeping the floor...

Several people were sitting on the sofa, each busy with their own things. The two little ones were snuggling up to their uncle, reading and studying.

Zhou Bu couldn't stand them no matter how he looked at them, probably because they usually swept the floor while he sat, so he felt a little unbalanced.

Ji Xingyao went downstairs and saw Zhou Qi looking at the other people with dissatisfaction. He smiled helplessly and patted Zhou Qi on the back as he passed by.

Zhou Bu turned around and saw that it was Ji Xingyao. He swallowed back the curse he wanted to throw at him, let out a breath, and then began to sweep the floor reluctantly.

After he and Ji Xingyao disappeared from sight, those people who seemed to be scattered around the sofa, busy with their own things, suddenly put down the things in their hands, leaned forward, and then put their heads together at the same time and started whispering, as if a switch was pressed.

Zhou Bu looked back at them, then turned around, too lazy to pay attention to them.

Zhou Qi did not stay at home all the time in the next few days. He had to report to Zhou Qi's family, check the recent reports, and prepare for the upcoming ancestor worship.

Zhou Bu goes there many times every year. In addition to each of their death anniversaries, there are also important festivals such as Qingming Festival, and Zhou Bu goes there in person.

The family was all dressed up and ready to go. When Zhou Bu got up early in the morning, he saw the black suit hanging on the bedside, which made him smile knowingly. Ji Xingyao happened to pass by the bed.

Zhou Qi put his arm around Ji Xingyao's waist, but he slapped him away. "Hurry up, have you forgotten how you disciplined your child?"

Zhou Wei also knew the severity of the situation and immediately stood up to put it on.

Zhou Bu brought many kinds of flowers, because grandma just liked a lot of flowers. Zhou Bu took out wet wipes and wiped the tombstone himself. He was always silent at this time.

The group of people standing behind him didn't dare to speak.

Zhou Qi never said anything to the tombstone. He always did his work in silence and then gave up his position to others.

Ji Xingyao knew that Zhou Bu came here out of nostalgia, and he didn't say anything because he felt from the bottom of his heart that it was just a monument, not his elder.

On the way back, Zhou Wei was also very silent. He wiped the stele so carefully, and the two little ones saw it all.

If they were under their father's tyranny before, now they know they were wrong.