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

Tang Biqin's heart skipped a beat, and her expression suddenly became flustered. "Your father is not dead, he and your mother are playing outside. Grandma wants to talk to your aunt. Can you and your brother go upstairs to check on your sister first?"

She wanted to continue hiding the matter, but she didn't expect that an uninvited guest would suddenly show up and expose the matter.

"They don't know about this yet?" Ji Yiyun burst out laughing and glanced at the two ignorant children. "Your father and mother died in a car accident. They are dead."

Although Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu are still young, they have already taken several courses on death education in school.

They know that once they die, they will never come back.

They will never see their father and mother again.

In an instant, tears flowed from the two children's eyes like a broken dam.

Ji Zeqiu raised his fist and smashed it at the woman, crying and shouting at the top of his lungs, "You liar, mom and dad won't die, they won't die, wuwuwu..."

Ji Tingyang stood there, sobbing with trembling shoulders.

Ji Yiyun frowned and pushed Ji Zeqiu aside. "Why would I lie to you? If you don't believe me, just ask your grandparents."

Upon hearing this, Ji Zeqiu immediately looked towards Tang Biqin.

Looking at those wet eyes that showed a bit of pity, Tang Biqin wanted to say something but stopped herself and couldn't utter a word.

Ji Zeqiu seemed to sense something and cried even harder, "Wuwuwu... I want my daddy, I want my mommy..."

The child's cry was sharp and piercing, like a devil's sound piercing the eardrum. Ji Yiyun rubbed his ears irritably, "It's so noisy. I'm going back first. I'll come to see you in two days. By then, please prepare the money for me."

She picked up her bag and left the villa coldly and ruthlessly.

Tang Biqin was busy coaxing the two children and had no time to pay attention to her.

……

Two days later.

Tang Biqin and Lin's father brought their three children to Nanshan Cemetery.

There is a lush bamboo forest in the cemetery, which rustles in the breeze.

They walked for a while and stopped in front of two tombstones.

I saw photos of Lin Xu and Ji Yanli on two adjacent tombstones, they looked so familiar.

Although Tang Biqin had already done a lot of comfort and mental preparation for her two grandsons, when Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu really came over, their faces were still covered with tears, and even Ji Lanyue in her arms started to cry.

"Are mom and dad sleeping in there?" Ji Tingyang choked.

"Yes, if Tingyang misses his parents, he can come here to see them." Father Lin looked at his daughter's tombstone, his heart also filled with pain and bitterness.

Ji Tingyang reached out and touched the smiling Lin Xu in the photo. His chest ached uncontrollably. Thinking of what Lin Xu said before she left home, he felt regret and self-blame in his heart.

"Is it because I didn't let mom touch my head when she went out, and mom got angry, so I slept here and didn't want to go home?" Ji Tingyang's soft voice was tinged with tears.

He knew he was wrong.

As long as mom comes back, she can touch my head as many times as she wants.

"It's not your fault. It's the fault of the driver who ran the red light. You can't blame yourself." Lin's father was worried that he would get stuck in a rut and blame himself for the deaths of Lin Xu and Ji Yanli.

Ji Tingyang was still a child after all. He hugged Father Lin's neck and cried heartbreakingly, "Grandpa, is it really not because I did something wrong that Mommy didn't come back?"

"Your mother loves you the most. How could she abandon you just because of such a thing?" Father Lin coaxed.

Ji Zeqiu beside him also had tears in his eyes, "Will mom and dad be cold sleeping here? Can we take them back home?"

"Then next time we come, can we bring some quilts for Mom and Dad? That way they won't be cold," said Tang Biqin.

"Then let's bring the quilt over tomorrow." Ji Zeqiu said hurriedly.

"it is good……"

After staying in the cemetery for a few hours, Tang Biqin took the children home.

Perhaps because they were tired from crying at the cemetery, the three children fell asleep in the car.

Perhaps because they were too sad, Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu were still murmuring the words "Mom and Dad" after falling asleep.

Tang Biqin gently wiped the tears from their faces and sighed, "I originally wanted to hide it from them, find an excuse, and tell them when they grow up. Maybe after a while, they won't be so sad."

Who knew that Ji Yanli's sister would show up and expose the matter.

"It's better to tell it out. No matter how many excuses we make, we can't hide such a big thing for a few years. What if the child resents us for not keeping it from him?" Father Lin was driving, and his mood was also low.

Tang Biqin pursed her lips.

The car fell silent for a moment, and the mood of both people was like the dark clouds in the sky, gloomy and depressing.

Perhaps because she didn't want to be surrounded by this heavy atmosphere, Tang Biqin started talking about Ji Yanli's sister again.

"That woman is the same. She wasn't sad at all when her brother died. Not only did she not even attend the funeral, she was only thinking about dividing the inheritance." She was indignant.

"Didn't my daughter and son-in-law leave a will, leaving all the assets to their three children? Even if she makes a fuss, she can only get a tiny amount of money." After the woman left, Lin's father called a lawyer.

"She doesn't look like someone who would treat three children well. We can't give the custody of our grandchildren to such a person. It's better for us to take care of them ourselves," said Tang Biqin.

Father Lin nodded.

The car sped along the road and soon returned to the Ji family villa.

A few days later, Ji Yiyu came again.

"After so many days, have you come to an agreement on the outcome?" She sat on the sofa, crossing her legs leisurely.

Father Lin's face turned cold, and he put the bank card on the table. "There is 200,000 yuan in it. Once you take it, don't come here again."

"Two hundred thousand?" Ji Yiyun was stunned for a moment, then laughed as if she heard a joke, "Ji Yanli has made so much money over the years, not to mention this villa, even the car outside is more than two hundred thousand. You are sending away beggars?"

"Then how much do you want?" Tang Biqin's face didn't look good.

"How much is Ji Yanli's inheritance?" Ji Yiyun asked, and after a moment, he waved his hand nonchalantly, "I'm too lazy to calculate it, just give me half."

"How much?!" Tang Biqin's voice broke.

This person is so shameless.

"We can only give you 300,000 at most. Ji Yanli has made a will. Even if you find a lawyer to sue him, he won't give you half of it." Lin's father said sternly.