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

The two men entangled fiercely, the sound of fierce fighting echoed in the study, and their fists smashed into each other fiercely, as if venting the unhappiness in their hearts for many years.

Vases and cups slid off the table one after another, the sound of breaking was accompanied by the sound of fists, and porcelain pieces flew everywhere.

The noise was so loud that it could be heard throughout the villa.

Lin Xu, supported by the housekeeper, limped to the study. Seeing the two people fighting, she was so frightened that her heart stopped and her voice trembled, "Stop fighting, stop it!"

She stepped forward to dissuade him, but in her panic she completely forgot about the injury on her foot, and her ankle was torn and painful.

"hiss."

Lin Xu bent over in pain.

This muffled groan was more effective than any dissuasion. The two brothers who were wrestling stopped immediately, and their faces showed extremely nervous expressions.

"Did you get hurt? Why don't you sit in a wheelchair?"

"What's wrong with you? Where are you hurt?"

The two worried voices rang in her ears at the same time.

When Ji Zeqiu thought Lin Xu stepped on a piece of porcelain on the ground and wanted to check her, Ji Tingyang had already picked up Lin Xu and left in a hurry.

He was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed.

Ji Tingyang put her on the sofa, lifted her ankle to check, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the swelling had not worsened.

"Didn't the doctor tell you not to walk? Just ask the housekeeper to push you wherever you want to go. Or if you want to go upstairs, ask me to hold you. I..." Ji Tingyang's heart was filled with worry. He kept talking nervously, even more nagging than Lin Xu, the parent.

A pair of white hands suddenly held his cheeks, and he met those same eager and worried eyes.

Ji Tingyang's voice stopped abruptly and he let her watch.

Lin Xu studied his face, her slightly furrowed brows revealing deep worry, "The corner of your mouth is bleeding, does it hurt? I clearly asked you to go see Ze Qiu, why did you start fighting?"

She took the ointment handed to her by the housekeeper and gently applied it to the cracked corners of his mouth.

The plaster touched the wound, and a continuous pain spread from the corner of his mouth. Ji Tingyang couldn't help but groan, which made Lin Xu even more nervous. "Does it hurt? I'll be gentler."

"It's okay." Ji Tingyang glanced at her secretly, and saw that she cared about him and only had eyes for him. He was secretly happy, and an imperceptible arc appeared at the corner of his lips, but he quickly suppressed it.

Ji Zeqiu, who was standing not far away, was at a loss. He didn't even know that his mother's ankle was injured.

When he saw Lin Xu applying medicine to Ji Tingyang anxiously, he felt a sour feeling in his chest again, and it churned in his stomach, making him feel uncomfortable.

Obviously he was also injured, why did his mother only care about Ji Tingyang?

Does she dislike her son?

Ji Zeqiu stared at them blankly, his eyes sore. He felt that the injury on his cheek had worsened, and the pain spread, causing pain all over his body.

My chest also felt very uncomfortable.

He looked away, not wanting to see their interaction again.

Several times he opened his lips slightly, wanting to say he wanted to leave, but his throat was sore and sore that he couldn't say anything.

"What are you thinking about?"

"What are you standing there for? Come here."

"Ji Zeqiu!"

Ji Zeqiu was woken up by several calls in succession.

He looked at Lin Xu with a dull expression, and saw her waving at him. He checked several times with anxiety, and after confirming that she was calling him, he hurried over and sat down.

Lin Xu reached out and cupped his cheek, looking left and right at the bruises.

She touched his wound lightly, her face distressed and angry, "Your face is swollen, it must be very painful. Do you two brothers have a grudge against each other? You fought so hard, you want to piss me off to death!"

Ji Zeqiu's eyes flickered guiltily, and he and Ji Tingyang tacitly remained silent.

Lin Xu picked up the ointment and applied it on him.

The fingertips wandered over the wound, causing a slight pain, but more of joy.

Ji Zeqiu stared at her closely, as if he was afraid that she would disappear from his sight.

Seeing her worried look on her face and her frowning brows due to concern for me, the originally depressed feeling in my chest was gradually replaced by joy.

His mother didn't care about him, she also liked him...

Ji Zeqiu's eyebrows curved and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Why are you still grinning like an idiot after getting beaten?" Lin Xu scolded him, patted his head, and then sighed, "It's such a pity to get such a handsome face injured."

Ji Zeqiu suddenly became nervous.

He remembered that his mother liked handsome guys very much.

His cheek is injured now and he looks ugly. Will his mother dislike him?

In just a few minutes, he was worried and anxious several times.

"I, I will heal my injury." Ji Zeqiu looked anxious and assured her dryly.

So don't dislike him...

"How long will it take you to recover? Don't you still have to film in the next few days? What about the wound on your face?" Lin Xu said.

Ji Zeqiu choked.

He hadn't thought about it at all.

Lin Xu looked at Ji Tingyang and complained, "You too, you know that an artist's face is very important, but you still hit him in the face."

"He was the first to do it." Ji Tingyang glanced at Ji Zeqiu, "And my face is equally important. Hundreds of people in the company can see it."

"A few hundred people are not even a fraction of my number of fans. What's so important about that?"

"I wouldn't mind taking a picture of you right now so your important fans can see it."

"you!"

"Shut up, everyone! Stop making noise!" Lin Xu roared and glared at both of them.

They both shut their mouths.

Ji Zeqiu was scolded for several hours by his agent because of his cheek injury. In the end, there was no other way but to bear the pressure and help him continue to ask for leave from the director.

Ji Zeqiu hung up the phone, leaned back, and sank his whole body into the soft sofa.

I stared blankly at the room I hadn't returned to for several years, and my thoughts had already drifted away to who knows where.

At this time.

There were several regular knocks on the door outside the quiet room.

"Who?"

"It's me. I have something to tell you."

As soon as Lin Xu's voice sounded, Ji Zeqiu jumped up and ran to open the door.

Lin Xu pushed her wheelchair in, looked at Ji Zeqiu a few times, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I heard it from Ji Tingyang." Lin Xu pursed her lips, a trace of apology appeared on her face, "I'm sorry, I should have told you more firmly that I was still alive."

"But it's not too late now. We still have so much time to spend together in the future, right?" Lin Xu smiled lightly, took his hand, pulled his upright body down, and hugged him, "Ze Qiu, Mom is back."

Ji Zeqiu's Adam's apple rolled up and down secretly, and the emotions that he had been trying hard to suppress today suddenly broke through the seal and poured out of his chest madly.

Her vision had long been blurred, and tears fell uncontrollably on her shoulders.