Chapter 7 Transmigrated as a Little Bitter Gourd 7

That night, the couple lay in bed talking, and Tang Juan kept complaining to Ji Dong: "Why did you agree to let Ji Huaizhi and Xianli share a room?"

"The first time it's about fighting over a room, the next time it'll be about fighting over a house, a car, and money."

Ji Dong: "What are you talking about? They're still children."

"What's wrong with the child?" Tang Juan stood up and shoved him. "It's precisely because he's a child that he's so cunning."

"Do you think he looks like a child?"

Ji Dong pulled her down to lie down and took her arm, saying, "Children from poor families learn to be independent early, and children without parents around are the same."

"To be honest, we can't go too far."

Tang Juan looked at the ceiling: "I can't help it, I can't control myself. Xianli is someone we raised, and the scales in my heart just can't help but tip."

"I know, I love Xianli too, but the eldest is also our child." Ji Dong still feels a little guilty towards Huaizhi.

"The child will resent us in the future."

“I’m not afraid of him resenting me, and I won’t rely on him in the future. I have Xianli.”

Yes, yes, yes.

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After that, Ji Xianli kept secretly competing with Ji Huaizhi.

The things he buys must be better than those of Ji Huaizhi.

He was often called a country bumpkin at school, told others that he came from the countryside, and was isolated by others.

But Ji Huaizhi never took him seriously.

The feeling of being looked down upon was an insult to his strong sense of self-respect.

That day, he found two brothers at school.

Let them teach him a lesson.

To avoid being told on him when he returned, he deliberately hid in the shadows.

He went straight back when he saw them stopping him.

"Grandpa, what are we having for dinner tonight?" When I got back, I saw Grandpa reading the newspaper on the sofa.

"Let's eat ribs. Your brother said he wanted to eat ribs yesterday." Old Master Ji stood up.

"Grandpa, you're being unfair! I told you I wanted braised pork knuckle, why didn't you make it for me?" Ji Xianli shouted.

"Because your parents favor you, I can only favor my eldest grandson." Old Master Ji made no attempt to hide his favoritism.

"Hey? Where's my eldest grandson?"

Ji Xianli curled his lip, a hint of schadenfreude in his eyes: "Who knows? I'm going back to my room to do my homework."

After saying that, he went back to his room and locked the door.

While he was lying in bed playing on his phone, he didn't notice that the locked door had been opened.

When Ji Huaizhi came in, he threw a backpack at him on the head.

The phone fell to the ground.

Ji Xianli covered his face and got up.

"How did you get in?" he shouted, rubbing his face where he'd been hit, then suddenly remembered something: "Wait, how did you get back?"

Ji Huaizhi didn't say anything, but went straight up and beat him up.

Ji Xianli knew he couldn't beat him.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten his brothers to beat him up.

Ji Huai did not hold back.

Ji Xianli cried very loudly.

He was still crying when the Ji couple returned.

"Mom and Dad, Ji Huaizhi hit me, it hurts so much, and he even hit me with his schoolbag," Ji Xianli complained.

Grandpa Ji already knew why, and he sat at the dining table without moving.

Ji Huaizhi sat next to his grandfather.

Tang Juan was surprised to hear this and went over to check if he was alright: "What?"

"Ji Huaizhi, how could you hit your younger brother?"

Ji Dong: Are you alright?

Tang Juan noticed some bruises on his body and that he seemed to have a nosebleed.

Ji Xianli really felt a lot of pain.

My whole body aches.

"Get up! How dare you eat?" Tang Juan stepped forward to pull Ji Huaizhi up.

Ji Huaizhi did not let her touch him.

Looking into the child's eyes, Tang Juan's anger burned even brighter.

"What? You think your mother is dirty?"

Why did you hit your younger brother? Don't you, as the older brother, have any tolerance at all?

"How could you be so mean? That's your brother!"

Tang Juan shouted.

She wanted to fight him, but he wouldn't let her touch him at all.

"Did you two have a falling out?" Ji Dong asked. "Why did you hit your brother so hard?"

Old Master Ji: "Why don't you ask him first what Xianli did?"

Tang Juan said impatiently, "Dad, you have to have a limit to how much you spoil him. It was definitely wrong of him to hit his brother today."

“He did nothing wrong.” Old Master Ji looked at her.

"Dad, are you getting senile?" Tang Juan asked, puzzled.

"I'm not senile." Old Master Ji stood up and looked at Xianli: "What did you do today?"

Feeling guilty, Ji Xianli's crying subsided: "I didn't do anything."

Grandpa Ji: "If you don't tell me, I'll go to the school with you to find them tomorrow."

Ji Dong asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Old Master Ji sneered, "You've done a good job educating him; he even got someone to beat up his own brother after school!"

"What's wrong with Huaizhi teaching him a lesson?"

Tang Juan didn't believe it: "How could that be? My son isn't that kind of person."

"Huaizhi is also your son!" Old Master Ji roared.

Ji Xianli dared not cry anymore.

Tang Juan had nothing to say.

Ji Dong asked his youngest son, "Is what Grandpa said true?"

Ji Xianli remained silent.

Grandpa Ji: "Go to the school tomorrow and you'll find out. Not a single word of truth comes out of the mouth of the children you raised."

"He's still a child! Is it right for you to say that about him?" Tang Juan said, displeased.

"Isn't Huaizhi a child? When you said that, did you remember you were his mother?"

Grandpa Ji speaks with a strong voice now.

"I just don't understand, why are you all so biased?"

"I'm still here. If I weren't here, what would you have done to him?"

Ji Dong: "Dad, I will discipline him."

"snort!"

Then he looked at his silent eldest son: "Huaizhi, your younger brother was in the wrong, but you should stand with us instead of hitting him."

Ji Huaizhi: "I'll hit him again next time."

"You!" Tang Juan was about to say something when Ji Dong stopped her.

“Your brother can be naughty sometimes. If this happens again, tell us and we’ll discipline him.”

Ji Huaizhi looked at them: "What are you teaching?"

Ji Dong got angry when his son looked at him like that.

"Bang!" Ji Dong picked up the bowl next to him and smashed it, but Ji Huaizhi dodged it.

The next thing we saw was him taking a bowl and smashing it on Ji Xianli's head.

"Ouch! Ouch! It hurts so much!! Waaah!"

Tang Juan exclaimed in surprise: "Son!"

Ji Dong never expected him to be so rebellious.

Grandpa Ji was also frightened.

Seeing that Ji Dong was about to use excessive force, he quickly stopped him: "Stop! Try touching him!"

"Dad! That kid needs to be disciplined!"

"That's none of your business!" Old Master Ji shouted!

"I am his father!"

"I'm still your father!"

Ji Dong's chest heaved: "Dad, if he dared to hit his brother in front of us today, he'll dare to hit me next time!"