Ji Zhanbai hugged Mu Qingchi and kissed her wildly for a while before letting go of her with a gasp. Mu Qingchi's pretty face was as red as if she had been injected with chicken blood.
She heard the footsteps of Mr. Ji and Ji Yin just now, but she was unable to struggle away because Ji Zhanbai went too far.
He was so frivolous towards her in broad daylight and didn't take her seriously at all.
Although he knew that he was nothing in his heart, Ji Zhanbai's actions really angered Mu Qingchi.
After Ji Zhanbai let her go, Mu Qingchi glared at Ji Zhanbai fiercely, turned around and left.
Ji Zhanbai called from behind, "Wife, don't you care about me anymore?"
Who is your wife? You are shameless, and there is nothing wrong with your legs. You can't stand up and walk by yourself? Mu Qingchi cursed angrily in his heart and ignored Ji Zhanbai, speeding up and leaving.
Ji Zhanbai called several times and Mu Qingchi did not look back. He also stopped calling and squinted his eyes and chuckled. Was he so angry because Ji Yin saw him kissing her?
It seems that he is really not as affectionate and loyal to Ji Yin as usual? What is good about Ji Yin? He just met her before him.
How is he inferior to Ji Yin? If she doesn't like him, he still insists on forcing her, insisting on showing affection in front of Ji Yin.
Ji Zhanbai licked his lips and took out his cell phone to call Amin, "Bring a pair of scissors to the rose garden!"
Mu Qingchi angrily abandoned Ji Zhanbai and returned to his old house. Mr. Ji and Ji Yin had just returned to the living room for a few minutes. When Mu Qingchi came back, Mr. Ji was a little surprised.
"Where's Zhan Bai?"
"He said he wanted to be alone and let me come back first." Naturally, Mu Qingchi would not tell the truth and lie casually.
Mr. Ji chuckled and said, "Then let him be quiet. Jingyao, come and polish Grandpa's ink! I'll write a few words."
"Okay!" Mu Qingchi followed Mr. Ji to the study without refusing, and Ji Yin also followed.
Mu Qingchi rolled up his sleeves and began to sharpen the ink. Seeing how she was skillfully sharpening the ink, Mr. Ji reached out and touched his beard. The smile on his face looked so kind.
Ji Yin looked at Mu Qingchi and then at Mr. Ji. It was really strange. Last time, he remembered that Mr. Ji's attitude towards Jiang Jingyao was still very cold. Why did it become like this after not seeing each other for a while?
He actually felt that Mr. Ji liked Jiang Jingyao even more than his own grandson. Ji Yin thought to himself that Mu Qingchi had already polished the ink, "Grandpa, you can write!"
Mr. Ji picked up the pen and started writing. Mu Qingchi and Ji Yin stood aside and watched. Mr. Ji had practiced calligraphy for decades, and the words he wrote were majestic.
It is written about the first few sentences of Li Bai's "About to Drink": You will not see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning, and you will not see the mirror in the high hall with sad white hair, and the morning is like a blue silk...
After writing this, Mr. Ji put down his pen and did not continue writing.
Mu Qingchi stood aside and asked strangely: "Why didn't grandpa write anymore?"
"I'm old and can't write anymore!" Mr. Ji smiled and rubbed his wrist, "Can Jingyao know how to write? Why don't you write the three words that grandpa didn't finish?"
"I don't write well, so I don't dare to do anything wrong in front of grandpa." Mu Qingchi shook his head and refused.
"This kid is just a master of his own trade. I'm not a calligrapher, so what do you think? Just write and complete the words behind grandpa!"
After Mr. Ji said this, Mu Qingchi did not refuse. He picked up the pen and added the words "mu Chengxue" after the words Mr. Ji just wrote.
Mr. Ji laughed and said, "Don't tell me, the writing of Jingyao is really good, a bit better than my old man."
"Grandpa, you are joking. How can my three-legged cat's words compare with yours?"
"The word sister-in-law is indeed written well." Ji Yin also said.
Hearing Ji Yin call Mrs. Mu Qingchi, Mr. Ji's eyes flashed. He wanted to say something. His cell phone rang. Mr. Ji glanced at the number and said, "Hello?"
"Dad, it's me, and you don't care about me anymore?" Ji Xiangqin's voice was furious. "I was beaten like this, and you didn't come to see me. Why are you so cruel?"
Mr. Ji frowned and said calmly, "How did the fight go? I heard that you were very angry and it didn't look like something was going on?"
Ji Xiangqin didn't expect that Mr. Ji would ridicule her without a word of comfort, and she became even more angry, "Dad, you must give me an explanation for this matter!"
"Explain? What explanation do you want me to give you?"
"It goes without saying that it was Zhan Bai's fault that I was beaten. Zhan Bai's lawless treatment of me was too much. I can't swallow this breath..."
Mr. Ji impatiently interrupted Ji Xiangqin, "Zhan Bai did it? Do you have evidence? If you have evidence, hand it over directly to the police station. It is illegal to beat people. Ask the police station to find Zhan Bai. I will never know how to punish him."
Intervene!"
Where did Ji Xiangqin get the evidence? She speculated that Ji Zhanbai only attacked her because she felt that she had done something wrong to Ji Zhanbai. She felt that Ji Zhanbai was the only one who dared to attack her in the imperial capital.
Now Mr. Ji actually asked her to call the police. He was clearly protecting Ji Zhanbai. She was so angry that she couldn't even speak. "Dad, I...I am your daughter? How can you be so partial?"
"Eccentric? When did I become biased? Aren't my words clear enough? You suspected Zhan Bai was responsible. Isn't it fair enough to hand over the evidence and let the police arrest Zhan Bai?"
"How dare the police do anything to him? Even if I have evidence and give it to the police, it's useless. The police won't do anything to him? Dad, don't I want fairness?"
"Okay, if you want to be fair and no one will stop you, just hand over the evidence and let me see it. If you don't have evidence, don't talk nonsense. After all, you will be jailed for slander."
"You..." Ji Xiangqin gasped in anger. She had no evidence, not even a shred of evidence. Mr. Ji said expressionlessly, "Okay, you go find the evidence. I'm waiting for your evidence!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone. Mu Qingchi stood aside and was extremely puzzled. Was it really Ji Zhanbai's fault that Ji Xiangqin was beaten? Why did Ji Zhanbai let people attack Ji Xiangqin?
Also, why did Mr. Ji remain indifferent to Ji Xiangqin’s injury?
After all, Ji Xiangqin is also his daughter. How could a father not be anxious when his daughter is injured?
As she was thinking, the study door was pushed open, and Ji Zhanbai appeared at the door in a wheelchair holding a large bouquet of flowers.
Everyone was shocked when they saw Ji Zhanbai holding a large bouquet of roses. Ji Zhanbai smiled and slid the wheelchair to Mu Qingchi's side with three pairs of surprised eyes, "Wife, this is for you!"
"This..." Mu Qingchi didn't want to pick up the flowers when he thought of his hateful appearance in the garden just now.
Ji Zhanbai held up the flowers and said with some credit: "I selected and cut them all myself, and I also packaged them. Isn't it beautiful?"
Mu Qingchi looked at the roses in Ji Zhanbai's hand with confusion. After a cursory glance, he saw that there were at least a hundred of them, and each flower looked bright and vivid.
Mu Qingchi didn't quite believe that Ji Zhanbai would cut the flowers himself. He must have asked someone else to cut them.
Seeing that Mu Qingchi did not reach out to take the flowers, Ji Zhanbai directly put the flowers into her hands, "I have cut off all the thorns on the flowers, so they won't hurt you."
These words made Mu Qingchi look at Ji Zhanbai's hand, and his pupils widened.
