Chapter 8 The Demon Pill Stepfather 8

Zhou Qing looked at him expectantly, her expression almost suffocating her.

Ji Huaizhi said with a wicked grin, "Why are you so happy? Your mother really doesn't want you anymore; she's married."

"How dare you speak like that?" Ji's mother slapped Ji Huaizhi twice hard.

Ji's father's expression also showed disapproval.

Ji Huaizhi dodged the question: "I'm serious, I even gave two hundred as a gift."

Ji's mother was actually doing this for Zhou Qing's benefit.

It would be best if Zhang Fengning didn't want her; it would be even better if Zhou Qing resented her.

She wouldn't think about leaving with her mother after this, so she was quite happy to hear her son say that Zhang Fengning didn't want Zhou Qing anymore.

That would be best; Zhou Qing is Ji Huaizhi's child.

It would be great if I could change my surname.

"She got married?" Zhou Qing asked softly.

She was just a young girl, and she was devastated when she heard those words.

But Ji Huaizhi has a very sharp tongue.

"Yeah, she became a stepmother and is even having another child with that man. She doesn't even remember you anymore."

"But that man was a bit ugly, and it was his family who helped pay back the 100,000 yuan, because she was unwilling to take out the money from her own pocket." Ji Huaizhi didn't sound like he was talking about his ex-wife when he said this.

Ji's mother did not stop Ji Huaizhi from speaking; the more hurtful things he said, the better.

That way she'll be disappointed in her mother.

Although they had their own selfish motives, she and Lao Ji were retired, and they would definitely take better care of her than Zhang Fengning.

"Qingqing, don't think about it anymore. From now on, you're a child of the Ji family." Mother Ji patted her shoulder.

"Although your grandparents may have their own selfish motives, they truly treat you like their own granddaughter."

Undeterred, Zhou Qing asked Ji Huaizhi again, "Didn't she ask me?"

Ji Huaizhi answered quickly: "No."

Zhou Qing couldn't hold back her tears any longer and burst into tears.

But she didn't cry loudly; instead, she lowered her head and silently shed tears.

"Stop talking." Father Ji looked at his son, then at Zhou Qing: "From now on, treat this place as your own home. Your Uncle Ji won't have any other children, so you'll be a child of the Ji family."

Zhou Qing didn't say anything.

She wasn't really surprised, but she was still very sad.

As Ji Huaizhi got the water, he bent down and glanced at her: "You're crying so hard, do you want me to take you to see your mother?"

Ji's mother slapped Ji Huaizhi on the back and glared at him.

“Your Uncle Ji is really unreliable, and we can’t do anything about him.” Ji’s mother pulled her to sit down and talked to her. Zhou Qing didn’t like to talk, but Ji’s mother knew that she was precocious.

"We raised you and sent you to school. When he gets old, we hope you will be filial to him."

Zhou Qing looked up at her.

Ji's mother knew it was absurd.

But Ji Huaizhi will definitely not have any children of his own in the future, and even if he gets married again, probably no one will marry him.

Instead of asking her to treat Ji Huaizhi as her father, it would be better to just lay it all out in the open.

“Your Grandpa Ji and I bought him social security. To be honest, you won’t have too much pressure in the future, and you can focus on your studies now. We will support you to go to university as well.”

Looking back now, the best and most correct decision she and Lao Ji made was buying social security for Ji Huaizhi.

Aren't you afraid I'll run away after I finish my studies?

Zhou Qing looked at her face and asked.

"That's also possible." That means his son's fate is bad.

Zhou Qing is no longer as cautious in the Ji family as before, and speaks and acts much more freely.

Mrs. Ji was very satisfied, and the couple truly treated her like a granddaughter.

After the father and son moved back, they had something to do. As they got older, they wanted to have younger generations around them.

The eldest son's eldest son, Dapeng, was at a playful age and didn't want to come to his grandmother's house. That day, when the four of them were eating, the eldest sister-in-law, Yang Xiangui, led Dapeng in.

"Oh, you're eating."

Ji's mother stood up: "Have you eaten? If not, eat something with us."

Ji Dapeng was about to say that he had already eaten when his mother stopped him, saying, "I ate at work, but Dapeng hasn't eaten yet."

Dapeng frowned; he was too full from dinner to eat anymore.

Ji Huaizhi looked at Zhou Qing: "Next time, close the door. Don't leave it open to let in air; it attracts mosquitoes."

Zhou Qing nodded, looking confused.

"What does Huaizhi mean by this? Are we bothering you by coming to your parents' place?" Yang Xiangui sneered.

I'm clearly feeling unwell.

"You're disturbing my meal." Ji Huaizhi looked up with an arrogant expression.

"You..." Yang Xiangui wanted to retort, but unexpectedly, Ji's father cursed him twice first.

Not wanting to continue arguing, she just glared at him.

“Mom and Dad, I’ll be busy at work for a while, and Huaisheng is also busy with his work. Dapeng can come over for dinner every night from now on.” Yang Xiangui said, “I was thinking of telling him a couple of days ago.”

“But Huaisheng was afraid of bothering you, saying that you are getting old and it wouldn’t be good to keep troubling you. But I really couldn’t leave home, so I brought Dapeng here without telling him.”

Ji's mother brought out new bowls and chopsticks: "Okay, come eat at Grandma's after school."

"If we're too busy, we'll just send it over. What's the big deal? We're not at the point where we can't move yet."

Ji's father also said, "Come over here."

"Did you hear that?" Yang Xiangui nudged his displeased son. "Your grandparents invited you here, and even strangers are coming. Why can't your own grandson come?"

"Isn't it better for family to eat this meal than for outsiders to eat it?"

"Right, Zhou Qing?"

The others were taken aback.

They understood what the eldest son meant: the eldest son felt that they were taking care of outsiders but not their grandson.

Zhou Qing blushed with embarrassment. Before her parents could say anything, Ji Huaizhi snorted coldly.

Why are you being so sarcastic?

"So you're saying I'm bothering my parents by coming home and that I'm not as filial as you? Have you never eaten in your life? People who don't know better would think you're a beggar." Ji Huaizhi's words were harsh.

"What are you pretending for? Did you laugh to yourself when you were talking just now?"

Zhou Qing pursed her lips and glanced at Uncle Ji.

"Why are you talking so rudely?" Yang Xiangui said angrily.

"If it weren't hard to hear, could you tell I was talking about you? I'm saying this specifically for you." Ji Huaizhi's expression looked like he was about to jump up and hit someone at any moment.

Ji Huaisheng wasn't there, so Yang Xiangui didn't dare argue with him.

Father Ji called out to Ji Huaizhi, then looked at Yang Xiangui: "Eldest daughter-in-law, Zhou Qing will still be Huaizhi's daughter from now on, so don't say these things anymore."

“I will speak to Huaizhi if he says something unpleasant, but that is wrong of him.”

"But what you said went a bit too far."

Mr. Ji couldn't help but sigh; whatever he and his wife did now was wrong.

No matter what, the two brothers felt that their parents were biased. They regretted not having so many children and only having one.

No, we shouldn't have any children.

"Dad!" Yang Xiangui exclaimed, bewildered. "Her surname is Zhou, and didn't Ji Huaizhi's wife run away? Are you really going to keep her?"

"You have grandchildren but choose to raise other people's children instead, it's really..."

“She can also take the surname Ji,” Ji’s mother added. “From now on, she won’t be someone else’s child; Qingqing will be Huaizhi’s daughter.”

Zhou Qing glanced at Ji Huaizhi.

Then, Ji's mother continued, "Qingqing, would you be willing to take Ji Huaizhi's surname, Ji?"