Rebirth: Pampered by My Children and Husband

Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Painful Past (13)

Chapter 306: Chapter 306: Painful Past (13)

Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu arrived at the Lin Family’s place when the gate was wide open.

“Grandpa, Grandpa!” Ji Zeqiu ran inside, his voice loudly echoing through the house.

However, the ones who came out from the house were not Mr. Lin, but several burly workers.

“Where did this kid come from? Hurry up and leave, don’t disturb our work.” The man’s face was covered with a thick beard, and his stern cheeks had a certain authority that children feared the most.

Ji Zeqiu’s body trembled slightly, and he hid behind Ji Tingyang, too scared to speak.

Ji Tingyang also felt a hint of fear rising within him, and he swallowed before whispering, “We, we are looking for Grandpa…”

“Who is your grandpa?” The man’s rough voice rang out again.

Ji Tingyang stammered, “Grandpa is just Grandpa…”

He didn’t know Mr. Lin’s name, nor did he know how to describe him, nervously clutching at his clothes.

Fortunately, a maid who had previously worked at the Lin Family’s house and had taken care of them for a while came out and saw the two of them.

“Why have you two come over here?” The maid’s face showed surprise.

“Auntie, we came to look for Grandpa.” Ji Tingyang said.

“Grandpa hasn’t come to see us for a long time. He said he would take us home to live.” Ji Zeqiu poked his head out from behind Ji Tingyang.

Hearing this, a complex expression flashed through the maid’s eyes. Looking at their hopeful expressions, she didn’t know how to break the news.

“Is the grandpa they are talking about the original owner of this house? Didn’t he already pass away?”

Before the maid could stop the man, he blurted it out.

Passed away.

These words were not unfamiliar to Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu.

Passed away meant they would never see that person again, just like their mom and dad, like grandma.

And now Grandpa was gone too?

The tears of the two children fell drop by drop from their eyes, and they couldn’t help but start crying.

“Wuwuwu, I want Grandpa, Grandpa…” Ji Zeqiu’s crying voice heart-wrenchingly echoed in the room.

Seeing the tears of the two children, the man immediately realized he had misspoken, and his stern cheeks suddenly showed signs of panic, “What, what to do, I spoke too quickly…”

The maid, having experience taking care of them, quickly soothed Ji Zeqiu.

“Do we want to visit Grandpa?” the maid took out a tissue, wiping Ji Zeqiu’s tear-stained cheeks, “When you stop crying, I will take you to the cemetery to see Grandpa.”

Ji Zeqiu hiccupped a few times while sobbing, asking, “Can we really go see Grandpa?”

“Really, I promise,” the maid made a pinky promise with him.

She then went to wipe away Ji Tingyang’s tears, “Isn’t our Tingyang going to be a brave little man? Boys are not supposed to cry.”

Ji Tingyang voluntarily took the tissue and dried his tears, “I won’t cry, I also want to go see Grandpa.”

“Okay,” the maid smiled, leading the two children, who had stopped crying, out the door.

Ji Tingyang and Ji Zeqiu had lost count of how many times they had been to South Mountain Cemetery. The first few times were to visit their parents, then to see grandma, and now to see Grandpa…

Mr. Lin’s tombstone was right next to Tang Biquin’s, the photo on it showing their often seen gentle and kind smile.

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“Grandpa can hear what you’re saying, so say whatever you want to tell Grandpa,” the maid patted both children’s heads.

Ji Zeqiu was the first to start talking incessantly, his voice filled with sobs, “Grandpa is a big liar, you said you would take us home, and my brother and I waited so long for you.”

“Will you please come back and pick us up, I promise I’ll always behave from now on, I’ll even sweep the floors and wipe the tables, I can do anything… wuwuwu…”

Ji Tingyang, holding back the tears welling in his eyes, also said softly, “Grandpa, I miss you so much.”

A breeze brushed through the bamboo forest surrounding the cemetery, rustling softly as if responding to their words.

The servant gazed deeply at Mr. Lin’s gravestone, various complex emotions churning within her chest, finally resigning to a sigh.

Who would have thought that Mr. Lin, so vigorous just a month ago, would now be lying in the grave before her.

That day, she had gone to the supermarket to buy groceries. Upon returning home, she found Mr. Lin painfully collapsed on the ground, his hand covering his lower back, his face twisted and pale.

She immediately called for an ambulance and took Mr. Lin to the hospital.

The doctor said it was a vertebral fracture and he needed to be hospitalized for treatment. After half a month of treatment, Mr. Lin’s vertebrae had finally recovered.

But his overall health had deteriorated, and he occasionally mentioned seeing Tang Biquin and her daughter.

Like many elderly people, his bodily functions had rapidly declined after sustaining an injury.

The day they met at the mall also turned out to be their last encounter.

Mr. Lin returned to the hospital and passed away within two or three days.

Before his death, Mr. Lin entrusted her with his newly drafted will, leaving all of Lin Family’s assets to the three children.

Simply leaving such assets to three young children made them easy targets for Ji Yiyun to take over, so he tasked her with placing the money in a foundation until Ji Tingyang came of age, then it would be given to him.

She had worked at the Lin Family for so many years, not expecting so many changes in such a short time.

Without a close relative to look after the three children, she worried about what might become of them.

A sense of melancholy rose in the servant’s heart.

The three of them had stayed in the cemetery for several hours, and the servant had to rush to get them back to school before the afternoon classes began.

Just as Ji Tingyang was entering the school, the servant hesitated, then stopped him.

“Hide this money well, buy whatever you want or if you get hungry,” she stuffed several hundred-yuan bills into Ji Tingyang’s backpack.

The servant had heard about Ji Yiyun often not allowing them to eat, and it still pained her heart.

“From now on, you’re the man of the house. Take good care of your brother and sister, got it?” the servant said.

“Okay,” Ji Tingyang replied.

After today, the servant would pack her things and return to her hometown, this might be the last time she saw them.

She watched Ji Tingyang’s receding figure and sighed with melancholy.

That night,

Ji Tingyang had a dream.

He dreamed that his parents and grandparents were telling him to take care of his younger brother and sister by himself.

That phrase echoed endlessly in his mind.

Ji Tingyang suddenly woke up from his dream, hearing a faint cry.

“Ji Zeqiu, did you have a nightmare?” he turned to look.

Ji Zeqiu sniffled, “Brother, I miss mom and dad…”

“Close your eyes, and when you fall asleep, you’ll see mom and dad,” remembering the resolve to take care of his siblings, Ji Tingyang patted his back.

That phrase haunted Ji Tingyang for the rest of his life.