Chapter 63 Zhou Jibai, you bastard!

Before he could say anything, Zhou Xu said in a deep voice, "Didn't I tell you to wait inside? It's been cold these days, what if you catch a cold?"

Ruoyu pursed her lips: "I'm worried about you."

Zhou Xu: "Let's go back first."

As he said that, he took the little ball in Ruoyu's arms in his own arms again, and used his other hand to hold Ruoyu's hand.

His palm was large and warm, able to wrap around Ruoyu's entire hand. The gurgling heat melted Ruoyu's cold palm.

Zhou Xu took Ruoyu's hand and walked forward on his own.

They had walked this road together thousands of times, always in silence. But today was different. Ruoyu would occasionally glance at the red marks on Zhou Xu's cheek from the corner of her eye, her heart feeling as if it were being gripped by an invisible hand.

She hesitated to speak several times. When she was halfway there, Ruoyu suddenly stopped and wanted to let go of Zhou Xu's hand.

Zhou Xu didn't let her go, but stopped with her.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Xu lowered his eyes to look at her.

Ruoyu's eyes were covered with a light layer of tears. "He was fine when he went in. How did he get hurt?"

In the entire Zhou family, who except the old lady dares to hit Young Master Zhou?

It's all her fault. It's all her fault.

She shouldn't have encouraged Zhou Xu to go find grandma.

The old lady was good in every way and approachable. But whenever the painting "Spring Mountain with Birds on Branches" was mentioned, she looked as if her mind had been swallowed, and her anger seemed to swallow you in one gulp.

Ruoyu was filled with self-blame. She lowered her red eyes, not knowing what to say to comfort Zhou Xu.

Zhou Xu stretched out his long arms and embraced Ruoyu in his arms: "I know you care about me."

Ruoyu sniffed, buried her face in his chest and said muffledly: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Zhou Xu patted her back gently, "But seeing you sad because of me, my heart hurts even more."

Ruoyu felt a lump in her throat and couldn't help shedding tears.

"It's all my fault. Why would I ask you to stop grandma? I should have gone by myself, then grandma wouldn't have hit you."

Listening to Ruoyu's self-blaming words, Zhou Xu distanced himself from her and leaned over to look at her. "Ruoyu, this is what I should do. If I can't help you, I should blame myself."

"I failed to protect the painting that grandma treasured. As her own grandson, I deserve to be beaten. You don't need to blame yourself or feel guilty. I accept the beating. I deserve it."

Ruoyu choked up and said, "But, but..."

"It's cold outside, let's go inside first." Zhou Xu didn't wait for her to finish, and took her hand and led her for a walk.

On the way, Zhou Xu rarely took the initiative to find topics to chat with Ruoyu, trying to divert her attention.

"Grandma sent someone to find the second son." Zhou Xu could already imagine the bloody storm that was about to happen and couldn't help but chuckle. "I think the punishment he gets will be much heavier than mine."

Ruoyu blinked her wet eyes and looked up at him: "Ji Bai, you seem very happy to be punished."

Zhou Xu immediately retracted the smile on his lips, coughed lightly, and returned to his usual cold and calm demeanor: "Is there?"

Ruoyu didn't reply, but Huanyue raised her voice and said in a milky voice: "Yes~~~"

The couple were both amused by the little guy.

…

"Zhou Jibai, you bastard!" Old Mrs. Zhou grabbed a big iron stick and raised it up, chasing Zhou Jibai all over the yard!

Zhou Jibai has already mastered the skill of escaping, running around in circles in the yard as if he was teasing an old lady.

"Where's the painting! Damn it! Where's my painting!" Old Mrs. Zhou screamed hysterically.

Zhou Jibai pretended to be confused even though he knew the truth: "I've given the painting to someone for restoration. Please wait a few more days."

"Bah!" Old Mrs. Zhou gasped. "Back then, we asked so many masters to come and repair it, but no one could. How did you get the ability to find such a legendary figure?"

"Tell me the truth! Did you destroy the painting?" Old Mrs. Zhou stopped chasing Zhou Jibai and glared at him fiercely.

Zhou Jibai also stopped and stood face to face with the old lady, pinching one side of his waist and gasping for breath.

I have to say that the old lady's physical strength is really good. Even at her age, she can still chase him around the yard like she did when she was a child.

He had told Shi Huai to stay in the study and repair the last paragraph of words with peace of mind, and not to come out no matter what noise was heard outside.

As soon as he finished giving the instructions, he went downstairs to find his grandmother to apologize.

As a result, just as he went downstairs and before he even left the courtyard, the old lady came up to him and killed him. Zhou Jibai's reaction speed was already fast enough. When he saw the old lady standing in front of him holding a big iron stick, his first reaction was to run!

Just as he turned to flee, the old woman's large stick swung down on his back. Zhou Jibai took two solid blows without restraining his strength, but he didn't dare cry out in pain, fearing Shi Huai would hear and cause her anxiety and worry.

At this moment, in the old lady's eyes, there were no dear grandchildren, only shameless painting thieves!

Grandma beat Jibai, and Jibai ran away.

The servants lowered their heads and tried to suppress their laughter, not daring to say a word.

Old Mrs. Zhou asked again in a cold voice, "Where's the painting?"

Zhou Jibai still gave the same answer: "I found someone to fix it."

"How dare you! You took the painting without my permission?!"

Zhou Jibai shrugged: "Aren't you traveling in Country A?"

"Did you eat the phone?"

Zhou Jibai curled the corners of his lips and said, "I'll give this painting to you tomorrow at best."

"What if you can't hand it over to me tomorrow?"

Zhou Jibai: "Then I'll give it to you the day after tomorrow."

"You!" Old Mrs. Zhou closed her eyes and lost all her sanity. She almost threw the big iron stick in her hand at Zhou Jibai's head.

But after thinking about it again, he finally threw the iron stick to the ground.

With a "click", the solid stick hit the floor with a heavy sound.

Zhou Jibai thought the old lady didn't have the strength to hit him anymore, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a black box flew towards him and hit him squarely on the forehead.

Zhou Jibai's eyes went dark with pain and he staggered back a few steps.

"Go kneel in the ancestral hall!"

Zhou Jibai touched his swollen forehead, hissed, and glanced down at the cell phone that had fallen to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Alright. You can't hit me in the ancestral hall. Our ancestors are watching."

"Get out!"

Zhou Jibai walked out of the door slowly at first. When he passed by the old lady, he saw her raising her hand out of the corner of his eye. He reflexively jumped as fast as a rabbit, fearing that the old lady would hit his head like a wooden fish.

…

Because this text had no historical background, Shi Huai restored it quickly and finished it that evening.

She put the painting away and contacted Zhou Jibai, but he didn't reply. Shi Huai felt that something was wrong and asked the servants in the house to find out what happened in the evening.

Hearing that Zhou Jibai was beaten and punished to kneel in the ancestral hall, Shi Huai felt very distressed.