Chapter 39: Ji Family Trouble (1)
The Ji family members looked at each other with subtle expressions.
In this compound, because of Ji Qiuhai's special position, they lied to others that they were a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Sometimes people would come to seek medical treatment, but some people thought it was unlucky, so the clinic was deserted.
Why would anyone come to my door at this time?
and--
Ji Qiuhai looked suspiciously at Ji Hebai who was kneeling on the ground.
Or he came to give something to his disappointing son.
"Secretary Ji, do we want to meet?" the subordinate beside him asked tentatively.
"Yes." Ji Qiuhai snorted coldly, "Why not? When a guest comes, how can we close the door and not see him? How will others view our Ji family?"
"Xiao Shen, open the door."
"Yes." Xiao Shen nodded and hurried to open the door.
Father Ji turned his head, his brows twitching, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him - some were crying, some were begging, some were kneeling, and some were mute.
He angrily scolded in a cold voice: "You two, why don't you hurry up and get up? Are you going to make a fool of yourself by being seen by others?"
Even though Ji's mother had thousands of words stuck in her throat, she couldn't bear to let her son continue kneeling. After sighing, she reached out to support him.
"He Bai, if you have anything to say, let's talk later. Get up first."
Ji Hebai looked unhappy because he had knelt for an hour and was beaten.
"Brother, tell me about you."
Ji Tangchun muttered softly.
"Mom was so happy today and even asked Yingying to have dinner with us tonight. But you made Dad angry as soon as you came back. I think you two are not father and son, but enemies."
Ji Hebai glanced at her and said nothing.
On the other side, Zhong Qiao was waiting in front of the door. He didn't hear any movement inside and couldn't help frowning.
The noises of her talking and knocking on the door were quite loud, so the people inside should have heard it. However, the Ji family didn't react at all, which made her a little confused.
The door was opened at this moment.
Xiao Shen poked his head out, looked up, and saw Zhong Qiao.
In the snow, Zhong Qiao was carrying a bamboo basket and wrapped in a thick coat. Because it was too cold, a layer of mist condensed on his eyelashes. He trembled in the cold wind, and his pupils were extremely black, like breathtaking obsidian.
Xiao Shen was stunned for a moment, looked up and down at Zhong Qiao's clothes, and subconsciously said, "Are you Miss Tang Chun's classmate?"
"no."
Zhong Qiao denied it softly.
When she deliberately lowered her voice, it was very gentle. When she spoke, it was as if she was drinking aged wine, or speaking the unique waterside dialect of Jiangnan women. It was soft, with a hint of smile at the end.
But her tone was so calm that no other emotion could be heard.
"My name is Zhong Qiao."
Xiao Shen was wondering, who is Zhong Qiao?
If he was Miss Ji's classmate, he would have heard of him, but Ji Hebai had just returned to China and never dealt with female comrades. Even Zhou Yingying found it difficult to talk to him. Where did this person come from?
Zhong Qiao rubbed his hands together and exhaled a breath of hot air, which gradually turned into white mist. "Can you let me in first? My mom asked me to bring some of her specialties, and they're almost cold."
Comrade Zhong Qiao was a female comrade. She was being blown by the cold wind outside, and her exposed hands were blown red. Xiao Shen couldn't bear it.
"Please come in." Xiao Shen came back to his senses, opened the door halfway, and gestured to her to come in. "Dr. Ji is at home."
Zhong Qiao nodded in gratitude and walked in.
As soon as I entered the door and walked around, I arrived at an ancestral hall.
Zhong Qiao suddenly felt goose bumps all over his body and his hair stood on end, as if someone was staring at him.
And there is more than one.
Look around.
The Ji family members present all looked at her with extremely sharp eyes.
Especially the middle-aged men who led the group, behind them happened to be an evergreen tree that was even bigger than the one in her yard.
They stood in the ancestral hall in a row, with their hands behind their backs. Their aura was so cold and stern that it made the surrounding environment darker.
They were all dressed in navy blue or dark black, with an air of scrutiny and indifference, as if they wanted to poke her into a sieve.
The expressions on everyone's faces were very meaningful.
Some were surprised, some were confused, some were disgusted, some were watching the show, some were hostile, and some even hated it.
Zhong Qiao subconsciously took a step back, almost frightened by the scene.
Why are they all standing here?
Everyone looked unhappy, as if they had just had a fight.
Xiao Shen smiled and adjusted his glasses, letting Zhong Qiao behind him come out: "This is the comrade, her name is——"
"Okay."
Before he could finish his words, Ji's mother interrupted him unhappily.
"Zhong Qiao."
"I know."
Xiao Shen was stunned, and then he realized that Ji's mother, who was usually gentle, had an extremely ugly expression on her face.
Sensing that something was wrong, as a smart man, he immediately fell silent and stepped aside.
Zhong Qiao was also stunned when this weak woman said her name.
The reason was that she clearly felt that the other party didn't seem to like her very much.
During her years in the Xu family, she knew too well what a hostile look looked like.
But she didn't understand where the hostility towards her came from.
Mother Ji looked at her coldly with a strange tone: "Zhong Qiao, you, are you here to look for my son?"
Ji Hebai also looked at her.
Zhong Qiao nodded slowly, handed over the bamboo basket in his hand, and said sincerely: "Yes, thank you Doctor Ji for saving me last time. My mother asked me to bring something to show my appreciation. I hope you will accept it."
The Ji family members looked at the bamboo basket, looked at each other, and then looked at Ji Hebai, their expressions becoming even more subtle.
After a while, the middle-aged woman said with a smile: "Old Ji, your son is indeed a medical student. He is a very capable person."
Father Ji pursed his lips and let her mock him.
Zhong Qiao maintained the same posture, allowing them to stare at him one by one, and his arms were almost sore.
Ji Hebai, who always remained silent, chose to speak at this inappropriate time.
"Give it to me."
He stepped forward.
The Ji family looked at him again.
This time, even Ji's mother looked surprised.
Zhong Qiao raised her eyes and met the man's deep and handsome eyebrows.
He seemed to feel someone was looking at him, his Adam's apple rolled twice almost inaudibly, and his eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings in the cold wind, covering up the dim light in his eyes.
The bamboo basket was taken from Zhong Qiao's hand.
As their fingers touched, the man's warm and broad hand accidentally stroked Zhong Qiao's five fingers that were frozen red, bringing a tingling sensation that was so hot that it made people terrified.
Zhong Qiao couldn't help but sigh that young people are just hot-tempered, unlike himself. No matter whether he was warming himself by the fire or covering his hands with a kettle, his hands were always as cold as ice.
I'm envious.
Until a sharp female voice pierced the sky.
"What are you doing?"
The sound was trembling, like raindrops shaking among branches.
Ji Hebai frowned slightly.
Zhong Qiao turned around.
At the end of the corridor stood a young girl dressed like a schoolgirl, with almond-shaped eyes, black hair tied into two pigtails, dressed very elegantly, and holding a book in her hands.
Those almond-shaped eyes were filled with anger and jealousy.
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