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

Ji Tingyang and his friends were out walking around until night. When they thought they were going to go home with their grandfather, Father Lin sent them back to Ji Yiyu's house.

"I don't want to live with my aunt. I want to live with my grandpa." Ji Zeqiu hugged Lin's father's arm, refusing to enter with red eyes.

"Grandpa still has some things to do. He will come to take you home after he finishes it." Father Lin said softly.

"Then when will grandpa finish dealing with it?" Ji Zeqiu sniffed.

Father Lin was silent for a moment, "... in a few days."

"Grandpa, please come here quickly." Ji Tingyang also said.

"Okay." Father Lin paused, then took out several hundred-yuan bills from his pocket and stuffed them into Ji Tingyang's pocket. "Keep the pocket money safe, don't let your aunt know, and buy whatever you want to eat secretly."

Ji Tingyang nodded.

"...Take good care of your younger brothers and sisters." Before leaving, Lin's father gave him one more reminder.

After saying goodbye to Lin's father, Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu carried their sister into Ji Yiyun's house.

After that, day after day passed...

Until Ji Yiyun got the inheritance that she was keeping for safekeeping and used the money to buy a villa, Ji Tingyang and the others still didn't wait for Lin's father to come.

Although they moved to a large villa of several hundred square meters, the room that Ji Yiyun vacated for Ji Tingyang and the others was still a small attic on the top floor of only 20 to 30 square meters.

Ji Zeqiu lay on the ground, looking out through the small window close to the ground, muttering as usual, "Why hasn't Grandpa come to take us home? Has he forgotten us?"

"Grandpa won't forget us." Ji Tingyang retorted, "Grandpa must not have finished his work yet."

Ji Lanyue also started babbling on the bed, as if echoing Ji Tingyang's words.

"Is that so?" Ji Zeqiu was feeling a little depressed.

At this moment, there was a heavy knock on the attic door, and even the dust on the ceiling was shaken off.

No need to guess, Ji Tingyang knew that Wu Yanghui was here again.

Ji Zeqiu angrily went over to open the door, "Stop knocking!"

"The stairs are dirty again, go down and clean them!" Wu Yanghui snorted.

Even though Ji Yiyun moved to a new villa and hired servants and a housekeeper, they always liked to order Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu to do work, as if they couldn't bear to see Ji Tingyang and the others living at home for nothing.

"No, let your auntie sweep." Ji Zeqiu turned his head away.

"If you don't go, I will ask my mother to not give you food." Wu Yanghui learned how to threaten at a young age. He slammed the door and left.

"We also have pocket money given by grandpa, so we can buy our own meals." After Ji Zeqiu finished speaking, he obviously remembered something and paused.

When moving, Ji Yiyun found the pocket money they had hidden under the bed sheets and confiscated it.

They no longer have pocket money to buy food.

Ji Zeqiu glanced at Ji Tingyang, pouted, and resigned himself to going downstairs.

Seeing the two of them coming downstairs, Wu Yanghui suddenly became proud and pointed to the broom beside him and said, "Clean all the stairs."

Ji Zeqiu picked up the broom that was taller than him and swept the stairs laboriously, muttering, "When will grandpa come to pick us up?"

When Wu Yanghui heard his voice, he gloated and said, "Your grandpa must not want you anymore, otherwise he would have come here a long time ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ji Zeqiu's angry eyes glaring at him fiercely.

"Grandpa will never abandon us!" Ji Zeqiu said angrily.

Perhaps thinking of the last time he said that and was bitten by Ji Zeqiu, Wu Yanghui's heart trembled with fear. He didn't even drink the milk in his hand and immediately ran to the front yard.

"Brother, don't be afraid. Grandpa will not abandon us." Ji Zeqiu emphasized again.

Ji Tingyang looked at him silently.

It's him who's obviously afraid.

"That's right!" Ji Zeqiu's eyes suddenly lit up as he remembered something, "Aunt must have moved away, and grandpa couldn't find us, so he didn't come to pick us up."

The more Ji Zeqiu thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. He threw the broom away and ran out excitedly, "I'll go find my aunt and ask her to ask grandpa to pick us up and take us home."

However, when Ji Yiyun heard what he said, she looked a little impatient and continued to paint red nail polish on her toenails, "He won't come to pick you up."

"Why? Grandpa said he would come to pick us up after he's done with his work, he would definitely come." Ji Zeqiu pulled Ji Yiyun's arm, "Aunt, please call Grandpa, please..."

Ji Yiyun's hands trembled, and she looked at the nail polish painted on the sofa, her face suddenly turned cold, "Are you done yet! He's dead, why are you here to take over!"

Ji Zeqiu was stunned by the yelling, and it took him a long time to react to what she said, "Grandpa is dead?"

"That's right, he's dead. He won't come to pick you up anymore, so just give up on it." Ji Yiyu said mercilessly.

"You are lying! Grandpa will not die!" Ji Zeqiu retorted loudly with red eyes.

"You are just a jinx, bringing bad luck to everyone around you. Get out of here right now, or you'll pass on your bad luck to me." Ji Yiyu frowned and waved the air around him in disgust.

Tears slowly fell from his eyes, and Ji Zeqiu burst into tears, "Aunt is a liar, a bad guy, grandpa is not dead, wuwuwu..."

Before Ji Yiyu could say anything, he ran away crying.

Ji Zeqiu ran back to the attic and buried his head in the quilt. A low cry came from under the quilt.

"Did your aunt scold you again? Don't listen to her..." Ji Tingyang tried to comfort him in a panic.

No matter how Ji Tingyang asked, Ji Zeqiu refused to say anything, and just sobbed and said, "Brother, let's go find grandpa ourselves tomorrow."

Ji Tingyang was also a little worried about his grandfather. After thinking about it, he nodded in agreement.

the next day.

Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu went out with their schoolbags and watched Wu Yanghui passing by them in the car.

They walked silently to the nearby bus stop. Bus No. 11 was the bus that went to their school.

But today was different from usual, they took bus No. 20.

The housekeeper said that I should first take bus No. 20, then transfer to bus No. 45, and then get off at how many stops?

Ji Zeqiu’s head was a little confused, but it didn’t matter, his brother had written everything down in a notebook, so all he had to do was follow his brother.

The bus swayed like a hypnotic cradle, and Ji Zeqiu fell asleep soon.

After driving for an unknown amount of time, Ji Zeqiu was woken up by Ji Tingyang.

Just before the door was about to close, the two children quickly got off the bus.

They walked for another ten minutes, and just when Ji Zeqiu was almost too tired to hold on, they finally arrived at the Lin family.