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

When Wu Yanghui heard the teacher coming over, he didn't dare to continue. As if he was afraid of being caught, he ran out of the alley without looking back.

Ji Tingyang's body fell to the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and there were many bruises of different sizes on his cheeks. He looked extremely miserable.

He didn't care about the injuries on his body and immediately looked at his clenched right hand.

Although the cash bills were wrinkled and torn from being tightly grasped by him, he was still glad and glad that he had kept the money.

Ji Tingyang stood up by holding the wall. A piercing pain suddenly spread from his chest. He clenched his teeth tightly and it took him a while to stand up from the ground.

Perhaps because she hadn't seen Ji Tingyang come out for a long time, the little girl was worried that something had happened to him inside. She hesitated outside the alley for a long time, then walked in nervously, clutching the corner of her clothes.

"Are...are you okay?" The little girl raised her head and glanced at him cautiously. The next second, she was startled by the wound on his face and stammered, "I, I, I'll go get the teacher..."

"No need." Ji Zeqiu said, looking at the little girl indifferently.

I saw that the corners of her clothes were wrinkled and her whole body was filled with tension and fear.

He just glanced away and then walked out of the alley with a slow pace.

Even if the teacher told Ji Yiyun about what Wu Yanghui had done, what could happen? At most he would just blame her a few words.

After knowing that he was the one who was beaten, Ji Yiyun took it even less seriously.

Ji Zeqiu and his sister are still waiting for him, so he should go back quickly.

"Wait a moment."

Just as Ji Tingyang walked out of the alley, the little girl's voice came again, calling him.

She trotted to Ji Tingyang and said, "Your face and hands are injured. Do you want to go back like this? Your family will be worried about you."

When Ji Tingyang thought of his younger brother and sister, he paused and a hint of hesitation appeared on his face.

Before he could react, the little girl pulled him to sit on the stone steps not far away.

She rummaged through his schoolbag and found some cute band-aids with little yellow ducks printed on them, and put them on the wounds on his palms and arms.

Just as she was admiring her own achievement, she noticed that Ji Tingyang's eyes fell on the mother and son opposite her.

His dark eyes contained a trace of barely perceptible pain and expectation...

The little girl was infected by the sad atmosphere around him and couldn't help but reach out and rub his head.

Ji Tingyang's body froze for a moment, then he looked up suddenly, staring at her with his trembling pupils.

The little girl was frightened by his sinister gaze and quickly withdrew her hand, her voice becoming trembling, "I... I saw you staring over there with envy, and I thought you also wanted to be patted on the head, so..."

The emotions in Ji Tingyang's eyes were too complicated for her to understand.

The atmosphere became a little tense. Just as she was about to leave, Ji Tingyang spoke up, "What's your name?"

"Wen, Wen Li."

……

When Ji Tingyang returned to his aunt's house, it was already dark.

He wanted to return to the attic quietly, but he was discovered by the housekeeper as soon as he entered.

"What's wrong with the bruises on your face? Did someone bully you?" The butler gasped when he saw the bruises on his face.

Hearing the housekeeper's voice, Ji Yiyun also looked over, glanced at him, and said with a hint of disdain, "He must have offended someone at school, so he was retaliated against."

She sneered, as if to say he deserved it.

Wu Yanghui next to him also raised his chin proudly towards him.

None of them cared about him.

Ji Tingyang pursed his lips, and just as he was about to return to his room, he was stopped by the housekeeper.

"Wait here for a moment. I'll go get the medicine box..."

However, before the housekeeper finished speaking, he heard Ji Yiyun's annoyed sound, "What are you doing with the medicine box? He is just a child, why does he need medicine? He will recover in two days."

The butler hesitated, "But..."

When Wu Yanghui accidentally scraped his arm against the wall a few days ago, she fearfully took him to the hospital for a check-up.

The housekeeper still remembers what the doctor said: "This wound will heal after playing for a few more hours."

At that time, she clearly said that children must be taken good care of. If they were injured or suffered any illness when they were young, it would affect their future.

But now it was Ji Tingyang's turn, but he came up with a different excuse.

"But what?" Ji Yiyun cast a sharp look at the housekeeper, "Is it me who pays you, or is it him who pays you? I told you not to worry about it, don't you understand what I'm saying?"

The butler paused, a struggle evident in his eyes, but he finally compromised.

He looked at Ji Tingyang apologetically.

Ji Tingyang shook his head at the housekeeper, indicating that he didn't care.

The housekeeper also needs this salary to live, so how could he ask the housekeeper to resist Ji Yiyun for him?

When Ji Tingyang returned to the small attic of the villa, Ji Zeqiu and Ji Lanyue were sitting on a chair doing their homework in the dim orange light in the room.

Hearing the noise, they both turned around to look.

After seeing the wound on Ji Tingyang's face, the pen in her hand fell to the ground in shock, and she looked at him for a long time without coming back to her senses.

"Brother, what's wrong with your face?" Ji Lanyue's eyes suddenly turned red. She pulled him to sit on the bed, her eyes almost touching his face.

Ji Zeqiu's eyes also turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Brother, did Wu Yanghui beat you again?"

The three brothers and sisters had been bullied by Wu Yanghui many times, so Ji Zeqiu naturally thought of him first.

"I'll go and avenge you!" Ji Zeqiu stood up and was about to go downstairs to settle the score with Wu Yanghui.

Ji Tingyang pulled him back and said, "It wasn't him. I fell downstairs at school and hit my face."

The six-year-old Ji Lanyue was too naive. She believed everything Ji Tingyang said, "The stairs in the school are broken. Does it hurt, brother? Let me blow them for you."

She puffed up her cheeks and blew hard at the wound on Ji Tingyang's face. The saliva mixed with the blown air covered his face.

"Lanyue is so good. Big brother will reward you with a notebook." Ji Tingyang pursed his lips slightly and took out a brand new pink notebook from his backpack.

When Ji Lanyue saw it, he was stunned for a moment, "Brother, this notebook is very expensive, where did you get so much money?"

"I helped my classmates with their homework a few days ago and they gave me money." Ji Tingyang said calmly.

However, such words could fool Ji Lanyue, but not Ji Zeqiu.

Ji Zeqiu reacted immediately, "You haven't eaten breakfast with us these past few days. Did you save all your money to buy this notebook?"

Ji Lanyue looked at Ji Tingyang with tears in her eyes.

Ji Tingyang denied, "No."

But Ji Zeqiu didn't believe it, "You're lying!"