Rebirth: Pampered by My Children and Husband Chapter 86

Chapter 86: 86 chapters Why should I tell you

The wooden box was filled with space for many children's toys, from building blocks to race cars to toy guns… a dazzling array.

Most of them were bought by Ji Zeqiu's parents in the past.

Back then, he had thought these were the last things his parents had left for him, so later, no matter which relative's house he ended up at, he would carry them along even if it meant becoming a burden.

Ji Zeqiu picked up a small race car, and a circle of nostalgic ripples stirred in the stagnant waters of his heart.

This race car had been a gift from his father, complete with a remote control, but due to aging and damaged parts from the passage of time, it had long since been unable to operate.

He carefully placed it on the ground and then took a Barbie doll out of the box, suddenly letting out a light laugh.

Actually, this Barbie doll had been bought by his mother for his younger sister to play with.

At that time, his sister had been ill with a fever for a long time, and his mother had been taking care of her, neglecting him. Jealous of his sister for stealing the affection of the mother he loved, he had snatched the Barbie doll his sister adored.

Holding the doll, he stood in front of his sister's crib and muttered, “Sister, if you want your doll back, trade mom for it.”

But his sister couldn't yet speak, so the trade was never completed.

He planned to keep it until his sister grew older and then trade with her?

He kept it until now.

Piece by piece, Ji Zeqiu took out the toys from the box, his memories becoming clearer, until the thick old photo album appeared at the bottom of the box; then he stopped.

His fingertips caressed the yellowing cover, apprehensive as if he was nearing his hometown, staring at the album for a long while without daring to open it.

With the album in his numb, stiffened arms, he finally shook himself back to reality and nervously flipped open the cover.

The first page of the photo was a family portrait of five.

He and Ji Tingyang were trying hard to hold their sister, both sporting brilliant smiles for the camera.

Their parents stood behind them, faces brimming with happy smiles.

Ji Zeqiu looked at his mother in the photo, her black lustrous hair falling over her shoulders, her eyes like autumn waters as she gazed at the camera, her face tender and beautiful, gentle as water.

Even though he had braced himself, the moment he truly saw that his mother's features matched Lin Xu's exactly, his pupils shrank, and his mind went blank with a buzz.

His lips parted slightly, but he couldn't make a sound, his gaze empty.

Ji Zeqiu's hand trembled slightly as if in disbelief. He kept flipping through the photos, desperately searching for one that differed to disprove his thoughts, but every one of them mirrored Lin Xu's current appearance.

The album slid from his hands, and his facial expression gradually stiffened.

After a while, Ji Zeqiu got up from the floor and walked aimlessly towards the study, looking lost and helpless.

He remembered that Ji Tingyang also had an album, stored in the study.

Perhaps Ji Tingyang's album was different from his.

His unsteady steps faltered, his body hitting the wall several times.

The butler, hearing the commotion upstairs, went to check and, seeing Ji Zeqiu's ashen face, his heart tightened.

“Second Young Master, what has happened to you? Let me help you.”

“No need.”

Ji Zeqiu brushed away the butler's outstretched hand, trembling as he entered the study.

He seemed possessed, opening drawer after drawer, obsessed with finding that album.

At this point, he could no longer tell if he was searching to confirm or to deny these thoughts.

Suddenly, a series of special characters caught his attention.

Parental DNA test results.

Ji Zeqiu's searching halted; he pulled out the document, his palm sweating profusely.

He opened the document and read it word by word.

Subjects of the test: Ji Tingyang, Lin Xu.

Value of the paternity test: 99.999%.

Test result: The applicant and the respondent have a biological parent-child relationship.

So, Lin Xu was really his mother?

Ji Zeqiu's vision became blurry, a tear the size of a bean splashed onto the document, soaking the paper.

Lin Xu was his mother.

She really was his mother…

Why hadn't she told him?

Ji Zeqiu clenched the clothes over his chest, the sour gastric juice churned in his body, his breathing abruptly became rapid,

That wasn't right.

That wasn't right.

She had told him.

The day he brought Lin Xu back to the apartment, she had seriously told him, “You might not believe it, but I'm actually your biological mother…”

Ji Zeqiu still remembered she had said this, but he had decisively not believed her. Although they shared the same name, his mother had passed away long ago and it was impossible for her to be so young now.

In this scientific world, he simply hadn't thought of anything supernatural.

Ji Zeqiu hadn't come out of the study for a long time; the butler paced back and forth in the living room, looking anxious, occasionally glancing upstairs.

Could the second young master have fainted in the study?

As his unease in the chest gradually expanded to the point of wanting to rush to the study, Ji Tingyang finally returned.

He pushed Lin Xu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, through the door. The butler quickly walked up, “Eldest young master, the second young master is here.”

Ji Tingyang's brow furrowed slightly, “What is he doing here?”

Mother had only been here for one day, and he was in such a hurry to take her back?

“The second young master said he came back to get something, but I noticed he looked very pale, like he wasn't feeling well.” Worry appeared on the butler's face, “He's been in the study for several hours now, and he hasn't come out yet.”

Ji Tingyang looked toward the staircase, slightly pensive.

If it weren't for her twisted foot, Lin Xu on the wheelchair would have already raced to the study.

Lin Xu pushed Ji Tingyang's hand, urging anxiously, “Go check on him in the study.”

Ji Tingyang's lips thinned, reluctantly heading toward the study.

The study door wasn't locked, and upon entering, he saw Ji Zeqiu staring at a document with red-rimmed eyes, frozen in place.

That document looked familiar.

Ji Tingyang took a few steps closer, then realized his hand was holding that paternity test and was also stunned.

“You…”

A word barely escaped his throat when a swift gust of wind rose, and a fist heavily landed on his face.

His cheek hurt nearly to numbness, his ear buzzed, and a trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Ji Tingyang staggered, his palm stabilizing his body against the desk.

Ji Zeqiu's eyes were cold as ice, his low voice seething with rage, he gritted his teeth, “Ji Tingyang, you're a bastard!”

“Why did you hide it from me!”

Ji Tingyang obviously knew everything, yet he deliberately didn't tell him.

Even when he had doubted this issue, that bastard lied to him, saying it was just an illusion.

The next second, Ji Tingyang's collar was tightly grasped.

Ji Zeqiu's chest heaved violently, the fists in his hand grew fierce, veins on the back of his hand bulging as he continued to swing at him.

This time, Ji Tingyang was prepared, slightly tilting his head to dodge the fist.

Ji Zeqiu missed, and as he tried to swing a second time, a fierce fist first struck his own face,

Ji Tingyang shook his wrist, sneering, “Why should I tell you.”

Chapter end